Chapter 449 – Money Blown in by the Wind (Part Three)
The maids in the residence always tread carefully around Changsheng, who certainly wasn’t fond of them.
Qi Guanrang didn’t think the Young Boy was too spoiled; he would not only tap her bottom to urge her to crawl forward but also tempt her with bright-colored objects. Thus, Changsheng enjoyed playing with Qi Guanrang, making him a delightful playmate.
She crawled quickly on hands and feet, giggling non-stop, her mouth adorned with glistening drool, her smile radiantly bright.
“Tsk, she looks like you and your little sister, but as for her personality… how to put it, not even a bit alike.”
Qi Guanrang couldn’t imagine Feng Jin giggling stupidly while crawling; the key was that this little girl had quite the temper.
Occasional teasing was fine, but if she got angry, she’d snap right back, headstrong and domineering.
Feng Jin was focused on sorting through documents, while his daughter was off having fun with Qi Guanrang, making him feel all the more bitter and pitiful.
“However, she’s just a child who knows nothing; what character can you see in her?”
As he spoke, Feng Jin placed the neatly organized documents in their designated spot before pulling another scroll and slowly unfurling it on the desk.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Qi Guanrang, who held his own glass in front of Changsheng, leading the little girl from the north side of the administrative hall to the south, all while she continued to giggle.
The entirety of the administrative hall was getting “wiped” by her small frame.
“Who says so? Didn’t the old folks say you can see a person’s nature by three years old? Three years and three months don’t differ much; anyway, your daughter’s personality has nothing to do with being gentle and virtuous.” Usually serious with a stern gaze, Qi Guanrang showed some tenderness and affection while playing with Changsheng. Anyone familiar with him would think it was quite the rarity.
Feng Jin nearly snapped the brush in his hand. What does it mean that his daughter’s personality has nothing to do with gentleness and grace?
The women of the Feng family, weren’t they all knowledgeable, gentle, virtuous, intelligent, and beautiful?
Qi Guanrang stopped teasing Changsheng, letting her climb up his sleeves, coating him in drool.
“Come on, tired from playing? Uncle will hold you; take a little rest.”
Unbothered by the mess, he picked up the giggling Changsheng and nestled her comfortably, casually saying, “In today’s world, being a bit stronger is no bad thing for a girl. Do you remember that ‘Four Books for Women’ we saw before? If someone is too gentle and virtuous, they end up like that.”
Feng Jin paused, taken aback by Qi Guanrang’s words, unable to respond.
“Let’s hope my daughter at home is as lively as Changsheng, truly active. Once she grows up, I’ll find her a martial arts teacher. Who knows when this world will settle down? A daughter raised with my own hands, she’s like a piece of my heart; I wouldn’t dare harm her in the slightest… Just like you, Huaiyu. You still brought Changsheng along secretly, didn’t you? But ah, when a girl grows up, she should still marry and have children; that’s the way of continuing the family line and following nature’s law. As a father, how many years can I accompany her? Ultimately, the road ahead will be hers to walk. Being brave and strong will lead to fewer injuries down the road. Don’t you think so, little Changsheng?”
Changsheng couldn’t grasp such words, yet she knew Qi Guanrang was talking to her, so she kept giggling.
Feng Jin pondered for a long moment before finally saying, “Isn’t it still too early?”
“Sixteen years at most.” Qi Guanrang frowned and pouted, “How old was your wife when you married her?”
Feng Jin immediately found himself at a loss for words, his mood darkening.
He wasn’t sure if he felt that his time with his daughter was too short or if Qi Guanrang’s remarks were weighing heavily on him.
“Hey, why isn’t Xiaoyu speaking today?”
Qi Guanrang sat on the floor playing with Changsheng when Xu Ke happened to walk past.
Xu Ke scoffed lightly, “I don’t have a daughter.”
Wasn’t it just heartlessly poking at a man who didn’t even have a daughter to thrust him into such sorrowful topics?
Qi Guanrang secretly rolled his eyes while Changsheng clumsily tried to stand in his arms, tugging at his hairpin.
“Whose child is this?”
Jiang Pengji, donned in a sharp and neat short outfit, topped with a windbreaker, appeared to have just come from the woodworking shop. Upon entering, she spotted Qi Guanrang sitting on the floor holding a plump little toddler, looking surprisingly like he could be a doting dad.
“Looks like… Huaiyu’s?”
Qi Guanrang, cradling Changsheng, slightly bowed, “My Lord, this is Huaiyu’s Changsheng.”
Changsheng didn’t care who came; she clutched at his hairpin, eager to make a fuss.
After a moment, a pair of lean but strong hands lifted her under the armpits, raising her upwards, but she still held tightly onto the hairpin, her chubby little hands refusing to let go, setting up a standoff.
Qi Guanrang, helpless, took off the hairpin and tucked it away in his sleeve, thinking, “Now you can’t grab it.”
“Pretty heavy.”
Jiang Pengji cradled the child, weighing her in her arms; she was indeed heavier than most children her age.
Feng Jin’s expression soured, “Changsheng, don’t mess with my Lord; come here, papa.”
Changsheng caused a ruckus around Qi Guanrang, but he was calm; if she began bothering Jiang Pengji, given the hierarchy, that simply wouldn’t do.
“Don’t be so serious. I have quite the bond with Changsheng; I even named her.”
Jiang Pengji teased Changsheng, pinching her chubby little bones, confirming she was indeed a sturdy child.
Feng Jin watched anxiously for a moment, realizing Changsheng wasn’t causing a stir, and gradually eased up.
Jiang Pengji pinched Changsheng’s chubby cheek, “Seeing this little one, I feel like today will bring some good news.”
Qi Guanrang chuckled, “How strange, this kid was quite lively before; why is she so obedient with the Lord?”
Jiang Pengji wasn’t surprised, her smile revealing a hint of wisdom, “It’s normal; children are very sensitive to energy.”
Children’s sensitivity to energy surpasses that of adults; Changsheng dared to misbehave around Qi Guanrang but wouldn’t dream of doing so with Jiang Pengji.
It’s an innate survival instinct common in young animals.
【Every day I’m cultivating】: Streamer, is this child born from the earthquake before?
【Panda personified】: Wow, Xiaobei is so cute compared to Changsheng, chubby and with beautiful features.
【Still not cleared debt】: Just look at who Changsheng’s parents are; with such good genes, how could the kid not be great?
Jiang Pengji momentarily distracted by the comments, felt a warmth on her cheek that was reminiscent of milk.
Pop—
Jiang Pengji turned to see little Changsheng giggling, her adorably cute expression captivating a crowd of fans.
“Such a tease.”
Jiang Pengji gently tapped her nose; Changsheng, puzzled, tried to shove the finger into her mouth.
“Ahm—”
As Jiang Pengji’s finger brushed against soft little teeth, she attempted to draw it back.
At that moment, heavy footsteps resounded from outside.
Meng Hunyun abruptly knelt at the doorway, panting, “My Lord, there are nearly twenty thousand troops about twenty miles outside the city, their intentions unclear.”
The atmosphere in the room stiffened.
Instinctively, Feng Jin nervously glanced at Jiang Pengji and the little Changsheng in her arms, every muscle in his body tensed, ready to catch something.
Jiang Pengji lowered her brows slightly and gently withdrew her finger, offering a soothing kiss to the little one’s forehead.
“I understand.”
