Chapter 193: Do You Want to Say Something to Daddy

Jian Yi has always been indifferent and cool, not fond of getting close to people.

He’s not someone who would actively hug children.

Moreover, Qin Xiyin doesn’t like to cling to people either.

So, the closest and most frequent interaction between father and son is face-to-face communication.

Now, the little girl gave him a sticky and intense hug.

It felt like a soft, warm jelly directly collided with him.

Jian Yi, who has always been rational and resolute, had a chord in his mind that snapped—

Broke.

The whole person was suddenly dazed.

At such a close distance, he seemed to smell the sweet yet not greasy milky scent from the little girl.

The two small hands holding his leg were incredibly tiny, and soft.

It felt as if a little force would crush them, like they were more fragile than tofu.

Especially since the little girl was crying so sadly, it was hard not to feel unwilling to blame or even push her away.

Jian Yi’s thin lips pursed slightly, his deep, dark eyes became even deeper.

Is this what it’s like to raise a daughter?

It is a big difference from raising a son.

Jian Yi had never been hugged by a child like this before, and it felt... intriguing.

After the little loli finished speaking while crying, she rubbed her tears and ran off.

Qu Qianqian, who was behind her, also cried and ran with her.

Only the man with a stiff expression remained, holding his hand full of candy, unsure of how to respond.

"Brother," Jian Chenglang walked over with an extremely odd expression, then glanced in the direction Lu Li left, and said, "You wouldn’t have some terminal illness, would you?"

Jian Yi glanced at him coldly.

Jian Chenglang raised his hand in surrender and chuckled,

"Really! Seeing that little girl crying, it felt like you were about to die or something. Did you do something to make her misunderstand?"

"How would I know."

Jian Yi frowned tightly, also puzzled, his tone still lacking warmth.

Before Jian Chenglang could speak, Qin Xiyin, a little gentleman, walked over seriously with a writing board, a solemn little face.

On his delicate, fair face was an expression of slight heaviness, as if burdened with deep thoughts.

"Little Yan, what’s going on? Why do you look unhappy,"

Jian Chenglang noticed it and affectionately patted his little head, then mischievously laughed:

"Oh! I know... Did you just see Ms. Li Li hugging your dad, and you’re jealous?"

The little gentleman shook his head, indicating no.

Jian Chenglang sized him up and down, then smiled: "Do you want to go back with us?"

This time Qin Xiyin shook his head vigorously, his face blushing, still saying, "No, not going back."

"Hey, don’t rush, don’t rush, if you don’t want to go back, you don’t have to, we won’t force you," Jian Chenglang saw his eyes brighten instantly, laughed softly, and asked:

"So, does Little Yan have something to say to us?"

Qin Xiyin nodded vigorously.

Jian Chenglang guessed, "Something important?"

Nodded.

"Alright, go ahead and speak."

Before Qin Xiyin could speak, the assistant couldn’t help but quietly urge:

"Young Master Jian, it’s almost ten o’clock now, we have to hurry—"

These words fell into the little gentleman’s ears as: We have to hurry and sell the house.

Qin Xiyin’s eyes welled up instantly with a layer of mist, he tearfully said, "No, don’t..."

Don’t sell the house!

We’ll get beaten if we do!

Seeing his tearful eyes, Jian Chenglang felt heartache and thus advised:

"Brother, Little Yan probably doesn’t want us to go. Anyway, we’re already late, so you might as well push the meeting. Losing money is just losing money!"

Seeing Jian Yi silent, Jian Chenglang feared his workaholic brother would just leave without a care, quickly winked at Qin Xiyin and said:

"Um... Little Yan! Do you have something you want to say to Dad?"

The little gentleman nodded.