Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Su Qianci pouted, did not speak, and silently clenched the hand of Li Sicheng, sobbing.
“When your father comes back, I’ll ask him to whip you. I’m so mad!” The old man put the cane down, looking angry.
Liu Sao hadn’t seen Li Sicheng for a long time, her eyes red, she said, “Okay, the important thing is your back. Grandpa, take a rest.” The old man snorted and walked to the sofa with his cane.
Finally done. Su Qianci breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the two boys who had been standing still, and waved at Li Jianqian, “Dasu, come over.”
Li Jianqian heard it but did not move, staring at the tall man next to Su Qianci. Li Sicheng also looked at him with a pair of deep eyes. After gazing at each other for a long time, Li Jianqian first asked unkindly, “You are my father?”
Li Sicheng heard the tone of the little guy, slightly raised his eyebrows, curled his lips, and asked, “What do you think?”
Yes, no doubt. Since they were born, Su Qianci had been showing them photos of Li Sicheng, pointing to the person in the photos and telling them: This is Dad, this is your father. Moreover, this face was very similar to his own. Li Jianqian knew that he looked very much like this man. When the elders saw him, they would say: This is the son of Sicheng, looking so much like him.
Every time Li Jianqian responded politely, but only he knew that he didn’t want to look like that person.
Su Qianci reminded them every time that Dad is not dead, and Dad will come back sooner or later. Everyone thought she was going crazy, but he knew it was not true. He had heard the conversation between his little uncle and mother. They had been looking for the men. Although they found nothing, they were convinced that he was still alive.
Not only that, he had also heard the conversation between his mother and his grandparents. He knew that the person was not dead.
But why haven’t you come back in so many years?
Li Jianqian could not understand. If this man really had such deep feelings for his wife as everyone said, why couldn’t he come home? At this moment, hearing Li Sicheng’s question, Li Jianqian felt more uncomfortable. Looking at Li Sicheng, he did not say anything.
Su Qianhuan noticed that Li Jianqian was acting weird, walked over, and said, “Call him father.”
Li Jianqian’s small face wrinkled. He stared at Li Sicheng and shouted with his tender voice, “I don’t want to!” Then he turned, looked at Li Mosen, and took his arm. “Mosen, let’s go inside and do our homework.”
“Li Dasu!” Su Qianci was somewhat unhappy. She grabbed the little guy’s arm and said, “You can’t do this. He is your father!”
“No!” Li Jianqian turned his head and had some grievances on his face. “Mom, I always thought that Uncle Lu would be our father. This person does not want you. Why do you want me to call him Dad?”
Li Jianqian’s words shocked everyone, including Su Qianci. The little guy had already got rid of her hand and ran inside. Su Qianci couldn’t help but think of the time in the amusement park when she kneeled on the ground and cried to Lu Yihan: he does not want me.