Chapter 10 Are You Teaching Me How To Raise My Daughter?
Yang Caiyue was startled, stiff for a moment, and then smiled again, "Of course I know... I just said that I would design jewelry first, and... I am not in a hurry to ask you to marry me..."
Feng Moyan said nothing.
Yang Caiyue looked at his face carefully and did not dare to be verbose.
After a moment of silence, the man spoke again, but changed the subject: "Did you go to see Shiwen yesterday?"
"Yeah!" Seeing that he was willing to talk, Yang Caiyue became happy again and hummed, "Shiwen said she was bored and asked me to accompany her, and then she asked me to be her model on a whim. She sat there for several hours, but she was tired.
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"Thank you very much."
"Oh, no matter how hard it is, it is my responsibility and obligation as a sister-in-law to do something for my sister-in-law."
"Thank you." Although it was a word of thanks, the man didn't mean it very much.
Yang Caiyue smiled softly, with an extremely kind look, "Buddha said that saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. I saved Shiwen. Although the sacrifice was high, it was worth it if she survived."
"Yeah." The man responded without saying anything further.
The air fell into awkward silence again.
Then, a sudden "boom" was heard upstairs, followed by crying.
"Oh my little ancestor! Why are you climbing so high?"
The housekeeper's voice was filled with panic, and Feng Moyan's expression suddenly changed downstairs, and he had already rushed upstairs.
"What's going on?" Pushing the door open, he saw the housekeeper holding his daughter, some objects scattered on the ground, and a chair lying on the ground.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" The child cried miserably, with blood stains on his forehead.
Feng Moyan stepped forward and snatched the child away, feeling extremely distressed: "What do you think of her?"
The housekeeper and the servant were so frightened that they wanted to kneel down and beg for mercy: "Sir, I just walked away and wanted to get a coat for the eldest lady... I never thought that the eldest lady would climb onto the chair. Damn it... I didn't take care of it."
Miss...please punish me sir!"
Bodyguard Ah Quan quickly fetched the medical kit and advised: "Mr. Feng, treat the eldest lady's wounds first and see if she needs to go to the hospital."
Feng Moyan suppressed his anger and looked at his daughter who was crying loudly in his arms. His eyes were red and tears were about to fall.
Fortunately, after some examination, the little girl only had a little skin break on her forehead, and she was fine with an OK bandage.
Yang Caiyue saw that Feng Moyan was still sullen and the servants were all too angry to breathe. She stepped forward and greeted her like a hostess: "Okay, you all can go down and be careful in the future! The eldest lady has a lot of body.
Don’t you know how delicate it is? If it breaks, you can’t afford to pay for it with your life!”
But the servants all lowered their heads and remained motionless. No one dared to leave.
Yang Caiyue looked a little embarrassed and had to look at the man holding the child on the sofa.
"Mo Yan, it's normal for children to be active. Don't be too... like that. Sometimes, being overly concerned and pampered may not necessarily be a good thing. If she falls once, she will have a long memory, and she won't be able to do it next time.
Dare you…"
Before he finished speaking, Feng Moyan raised his eyes and interrupted, "Are you teaching me how to raise a daughter?"
"I..." She was speechless and confused for a moment, "That's not what I meant, I just think... your protection of her is indeed a bit too-"
"My daughter, I do!"
"..."
Feng Yuxi stopped crying and was not interested in the tension between adults. She just moved in her father's arms and was about to jump down again.
Feng Moyan quickly stopped him: "The scar has healed and the pain has forgotten? What else are you going to do?"
The little girl's eyes were red, the tip of her nose was red, and the spot on her forehead where she fell was also bloody. She looked cute and pitiful, which made her heart soften to the extreme.
"I want to get a photo... Mom's photo..." Feng Yuxi saw that her father was angry, so she didn't dare to do it again, and raised her hand to point to the drawer in the cupboard.
Only then did everyone realize it!
It turns out that the little girl climbed so high to reach the photo of her mother placed in the chest of drawers.
"What do you want a photo for?" Feng Moyan was puzzled.
"I want to show my little brother that I have Mommy, and my Mommy is very beautiful!" Feng Yuxi explained while sobbing, her watery eyes showing seriousness and persistence.
Feng Moyan had never been able to refuse his daughter, so he had no choice but to carry her to the cupboard and get the photo.
Yang Caiyue looked at the photos in the hands of her father and daughter. She couldn't help but clenched her hands quietly and closed her teeth quietly.
Yang Qianyu has been dead for four years, and her belongings are still preserved in this villa, from photos to clothes, from bed bedding to daily necessities.
When she gets married in the future and becomes the mistress of this place - how can she feel embarrassed if these old things are not thrown away?
Thinking of this, Yang Caiyue felt angry again.
"Mo Yan, Xixi is old, should you tell her some facts? If you hide it like this, you will only let her live in fantasy. How can she accept me in the future?" Even though she knew that the man would be angry if she said this, she
Still can't help it.
Sure enough, Feng Moyan looked at her and said rudely: "The kindness that the Feng family owes you is not enough for me? Do you want my daughter to accept you?"
The implication is that at most I can marry you. It has nothing to do with my daughter. Don’t want my daughter to recognize you as her mother!
"I -" Yang Caiyue was stunned and looked at the man with wide eyes, choked and unable to speak.
It turns out that’s what he thought!
Feng Moyan picked up his daughter and went straight out.
Yang Caiyue turned around and stopped talking, staring at their backs with burning eyes, her head buzzing with anger!
The father and daughter went down the stairs, and the little girl said softly: "Dad..."
"Um?"
"I don't like Aunt Caiyue to be my mother."
"Well, then I don't want her to be a mother."
"Dad, I don't want you to marry Aunt Caiyue either."
"Why?"
"I just don't like it."
"But Aunt Caiyue saved my aunt's life and was kind to our whole family. She has a physical problem and will need someone to take care of her in the future. It is my responsibility for my father to marry her." The man explained patiently.
The little girl pouted and whispered: "Can I give you money... Anyway, dad is the richest..."
When Feng Moyan heard this, his gentle and deep eyes fell silent for a moment, and then changed the subject: "Does your forehead still hurt?"
"It won't hurt if daddy kisses me."
The man smiled, held the back of his daughter's head with his big palm, pressed it close, and kissed his daughter's forehead several times.
"Dad, please take me out to play. I want to find those two little brothers and show them Mama's photos!"
"good."
Downstairs, Wang Cheng rushed to pick up his boss for work. Hearing this, he couldn't help but remind him: "Mr. Feng, there is an important meeting in the morning."
"Let Miyabeizawa go."
Wang Cheng was in a dilemma: "Mr. Feng, Young Master Gong is also very busy today..."
"Then let him be a little more busy. Since he doesn't have a woman or a child, what can he do if he doesn't work hard for his career?"
"..."
Seeing that his boss had made up his mind, Wang Cheng had no choice but to call Gong Beize, the company's executive vice president and the third young master of the Gong family.
After a while, Wang Cheng brought the mobile phone with a look of despair on his face: "Mr. Feng, Mr. Gong asked you to answer the phone."