ST3YC Chapter 2.1

QINGQING HAS A BROTHER

 

Unfortunately, Fu Sijin, who is not good at deceiving children, is not destined to live up to Qingqing’s expectations.

 

He nodded and said, “…Mom.” The name was particularly difficult to say: “Uncle didn’t lie to you, he is your brother, grandpa and grandma’s youngest son.”

 

“…”

 

There’s no way to describe Qing Qing’s mood at this moment.

 

The three-and-a-half-year-old child is in a state where she still doesn’t understand many things.

 

But for the child who was first taught to know relatives since birth, she can still understand the meaning of words such as “uncle”, “brother”, and “son”.

 

And the most amazing thing is that in their young brains, they are only three years old and so it is impossible to have such a big brother, and it is also impossible to have such a big son.

 

She believes what others say.

 

No, the clever Qingqing still knows to ask someone to verify it, but if even the witnesses she trusted have confirmed this, there is nothing to doubt.

 

She actually has a younger brother!

 

“Wow…” The sudden burst of crying frightened everyone: “I don’t want it, Qingqing doesn’t want this younger brother! Uuuuu… Mom and Dad are not good people, deceiving Qingqing, clearly saying that they’re not to going have a second child and then having one, woo …”

 

Watching Qingqing, who was crying so pitifully that her chubby legs were pounding on the sofa, with big tears falling down, Gu Lan’s expression turned dark and immediately turned and left.

 

“Uncle!” Fu Sijin wanted to chase after him anxiously, but looking at Gu Lan’s inexplicably lonely back, he stopped unconsciously.

 

The cry on his side seemed to decrease.

 

Fu Heng lowered his head faintly, and Gu Qingqing was staring at Gu Lan’s figure as he helplessly. Her small body trembled and she hiccuped from time to time. The bottom of her eyes and nose were red, looking so pitiful.

 

“Why don’t you cry?”

 

“Brother… is my younger brother angry?” Qingqing asked in a low voice, with the snow-white hands like glutinous rice balls unconsciously grabbing the plush bear’s ears.

 

She was quite cautious, and seemed to realize that she had just hurt someone else.

 

“Mom, is that so annoying?” At some point, Fu Sijin had already turned around and squatted in front of Qingqing.

 

The eyes of the two faced each other, and the two similar pairs of peach blossom eyes reflected each other’s figure, one returning to youth, one already mature.

 

“Uncle, what are you talking about? Qingqing…hiccup…Qingqing doesn’t understand.” Qingqing said in an ignorant way.

 

Fu Sijin starred stubbornly at Qingqing

 

With both eyes, he asked again, word by word: “I’m asking mom, do you really hate uncle, your brother?” He doesn’t know why but he seems want to know the answer to this question.

 

“I…I…”

 

Qingqing understood this time. After holding back for a long time, her cute little face wrinkled, and she couldn’t give the answer Fu Sijin wanted.