Chapter 565 - 565 566 How to Wait for Her to Grow Up

Chapter 565: Chapter 566: How to Wait for Her to Grow Up Chapter 565: Chapter 566: How to Wait for Her to Grow Up Ji Dong nodded at her, “Grandma Fu is right.”

The little girl’s lips moved slightly as she said dejectedly.

“But Auntie clearly said she would be back in a few days, and it’s been quite a few days already.”

“It’s dangerous outside; she must have been delayed by something. She’ll be back in a few days.”

Her little face lifted, blinked twice, staring at Ji Dong.

“Is it because Auntie has a little brother now that she doesn’t want Xiao’ai anymore?”

“Of course not!”

Ji Dong hadn’t even spoken when Fu Shiyin interrupted.

“The little brother is someone else’s child, staying at your house temporarily. Once their parents finish working and come back, they will take him away. But that’s not the case with you; you are your auntie’s treasure, no one is more important than you are. You shouldn’t think nonsense. Understand? If your auntie comes back in a few days and learns you thought this way, she would be heartbroken.”

Xiao’ai raised her head, looking at Fu Shiyin.

“Auntie wouldn’t abandon me, right? Grandma Fu.”

“Of course! Even if your auntie didn’t want your uncle, she would never abandon you!”

To emphasize her point, Fu Shiyin said it without much thought.

Three dark lines creased Ji Dong’s forehead.

Group captain, I can’t help you here…

Far away at the Northern Border, patrolling the front lines, Tang Zelin and Su Shu, who was currently cutting hair for Lu Tong and Little Fatty in the compound of the Provincial Military Region in Province B, sneezed several times at the same moment, simultaneously.

“Who’s talking about me?” Tang Zelin.

“Who’s mentioning me?” Su Shu.

Xiao’ai, who had been feeling gloomy after something Bai Qinghuan said, soon had a smile breaking through her tears after the three adults coaxed and reassured her during the meal.

Only then did Ji Dong breathe a sigh of relief and stood up to straighten his military uniform.

“Mr. Ge, Mrs. Fu, if there’s nothing else, I should get back to the troops.”

Ge Tingzhi stood up, smiling, “Alright, you’re busy with work on your side, you should go back early so as not to delay. We’ll be fine here.”

“Yes, we’re really grateful you helped out today, company commander Ji,” Fu Shiyin also got up, intending to see him off.

“It’s nothing, my duty.”

The more Fu Shiyin looked at Ji Dong, the more she liked him. In her eyes, Ji Dong reminded her of how Tang Zelin used to be—kind, good-looking, and capable. Such a young man, no matter when or where he went, always stood out from the rest.

No wonder there had been people dropping by the house lately, trying to subtly inquire about Ji Dong.

With that in mind, Fu Shiyin couldn’t help asking, “Ji Dong, how old are you?”

Ji Dong was startled, “I’m twenty-four.”

“Twenty-four? Ah, that’s great, being young is good. Have you thought about starting a family?”

Ji Dong was even more startled, his mind swiftly clicked, realizing the implication in Fu Shiyin’s words—and it was very embarrassing.

He thought to himself, he’s only twenty-four, isn’t he? Does he need to consider marrying right now?

Inadvertently, his gaze swept over the little girl sitting on the kang, biting into peanuts at that moment.

She was staring at him with her large eyes; her cheek puffed out from the peanuts made her resemble a squirrel.

For some reason, he recalled the childish banter from earlier in the hospital.

One moment she declared he was about to die.

The next, she said she couldn’t let him be a father because she intended to marry him when she grew up.

How could a man who was ‘about to die’ wait for her to grow up and marry him?

Cough cough cough…

Where was his mind wandering?

He tensed up, quickly dropped “I’m not in a hurry, I’m focused on work.” and hurried away.

If he stayed any longer and Fu Shiyin asked more questions, she would surely start asking what kind of girl he liked.

On his way down the mountain, only one thought occupied Ji Dong’s mind.

He didn’t even know what kind of person he liked.

Yet a phrase echoed in his head as if bewitched.

He must be really tired lately.

To believe even a child’s jest.