Chapter 1087 - 1087 Shanshan Side Story (14)

Chapter 1087: Shanshan Side Story (14) Chapter 1087: Shanshan Side Story (14) Mu Chen clenched his fist tightly, squinting his beautiful dark eyes, masking the cruelty at the bottom of his eyes, “Pack up, we’re going back now.”

“Young Master, you might really lose your freedom if we go back this time,” Del said with reluctance.

The master of the house’s temperament was something he ought to understand at least seventy to eighty percent, and even if the Young Master was his grandson, he wouldn’t be much kinder to him.

Mu Chen’s brows and eyes remained calm, “Let’s go.”

Del nodded and went into the inner room to pack.

Mu Chen walked over to the side of the coffee table and reached out to pick up the gaming console Shanshan had left for him, his fingertips gently caressing the console.

He could still faintly feel the warmth that seemed to linger from the girl whose smile bloomed like flowers.

The fierce wind lashed against the windows with fine rain, and the sky was gloomy.

Quan Jingwu and Jian Qing had gone to the company, leaving only the three little ones at home.

In the living room, Seventeen and Nineteen were sitting cross-legged on the carpet, each holding a game controller, eyes fixed on the TV screen, deeply engrossed in playing their game.

Meanwhile, Shanshan, the little girl, sat alone on the side.

The five-year-old little girl, slightly taller by a few centimeters, wore a red sweater that made her fair skin even more rosy and lustrous, as white as snow, sparkling with vivacity.

In front of her, there was a pile of wrapping paper, and the carpet was scattered with a bunch of messy personal photos of her. She held a delicately made photo album in her arms and was picking out photos to put into it.

“This one too, this picture is also pretty.”

She muttered to herself, humming a tune now and then.

“Don’t think I am just a sheep. The green grass becomes more fragrant because of me…”

Nineteen took a moment from his game to look back at her and teased, “Shanshan, you’re almost turning into a big bad wolf, and you’re still singing about Pleasant Goat.”

“That’s not true, daddy said I am a little lamb,” Shanshan hummed proudly.

Seventeen couldn’t help but laugh, “Shanshan, you should ask Feizhan and see if he thinks you’re a little lamb.”

In kindergarten, she was almost like a little queen, and yet a little lamb, heh.

Shanshan said, “Then I’ll ask him tomorrow.”

After finishing a game, Nineteen moved next to her, looking at the photos all over the floor, along with those girlish wrapping papers, and asked helplessly, “Shanshan, why are you taking out so many photos and taking the wrapping paper too? Don’t tell me you’re sending another gift to your friend abroad?”

Shanshan had sent a gift last year, so Seventeen and Nineteen roughly knew that she had a good friend overseas, but besides the name and the photo on the teddy bear, they knew nothing else.

The fact that Shanshan had once sent a gift to the little boy named Mu Chen had especially made Quan Jingwu and both Seventeen and Nineteen quite jealous.

“Yeah,” Shanshan replied without hesitation.

“You’re sending another photo album?” Nineteen asked with a face full of disbelief.

To send a gift was one thing, but to send nothing but her solo photos, and to pick and choose at that, she was even more narcissistic than he was.

“Is there a problem?” Shanshan added another photo to the album and smiled with satisfaction.

Nineteen picked up a photo curiously and asked, “Shanshan, why don’t you send him other gifts? You always send your photo albums to him; doesn’t that make the surprise kind of predictable?”

For boys, aren’t they happiest with models of cars, airplanes, or other interesting mechanical toys? A photo album doesn’t seem that special.

“Not at all, Mu Chen is so happy when he receives my album. He even said that on his birthdays in the future, just sending him my album would be great.” Shanshan smiled, her teeth hidden by her broad grin, “Besides, I haven’t seen him for such a long time, what if he forgets what I look like if I don’t send him my photos?”

Ever since that time at the hotel, Mu Chen had never returned, not even for Shanshan’s birthday. He only had someone deliver the gift instead.

Because of this, Shanshan was still angry, but in the end, it was Mu Chen who made a call to Jian Qing. Who knows what he said on the phone, but he actually managed to coax Shanshan into a good mood.

So, these two little guys haven’t seen each other for almost two years.

“Pfft.” Nineteen burst into laughter.

This little girl sure is thoughtful.

He reached out and gently pinched her tender little face, “Silly Shanshan, if he forgets even what you look like, then why would you still be his good friend?”

Shanshan tilted her head and gave a sly smile, “He won’t forget me, Mu Chen wouldn’t forget me.”

“…”

Nineteen glanced at the photo on the floor. If she was so confident, then why bother with the photo album?

“The three of you sure are together often.”

Jian Qing pushed the door open and entered, followed by Quan Jingwu.

“Mommy, Daddy!” Nineteen dropped the game controller and excitedly crawled over to Jian Qing’s entryway, bringing slippers for her and Quan Jingwu.

“Oh my, Nineteen, why are you so solicitous today? Could it be that you’ve done something naughty while we were away?” Jian Qing slipped on the slippers and took his little hand to walk into the living room.

“Nope.” Nineteen immediately denied.

Quan Jingwu gave him a mild glance and hummed noncommittally.

Nineteen shivered and quickly confessed to leniency, “Well, I ate the ice cream in the fridge, just… just a little bit.”

“A little bit?” Quan Jingwu raised his eyebrow.

Nineteen gave a strained smile, “Just a bit more than a little bit.”

“Jian Tianlin!” Quan Jingwu called out his full name, and Nineteen was in for it.

“Just half a box.”

Jian Qing looked at Nineteen, who hid himself in her embrace, a hint of amusement flickering in her eyes.

Quan Jingwu stretched out a hand, curved his elegant fingertips, and lightly flicked Nineteen’s forehead, “Eating ice cream in such cold weather, are you asking for a spanking?”

Nineteen gave a flattering smile and stepped forward to hug Quan Jingwu’s arm, “Daddy, I promise there won’t be a next time. Seventeen and I were playing games, why don’t you join us?”

“This ‘no next time’ I’ve heard many times over the years,” Quan Jingwu ruthlessly exposed his son’s words.

Nineteen chuckled and then immediately hopped onto Quan Jingwu’s back, “Daddy, I was wrong, I swear I won’t eat candy this week.”

Quan Jingwu’s lips twitched; if he remembered correctly, today was Sunday, wasn’t it?

“Shanshan, are you preparing Mu Chen’s gift?” Jian Qing sat down beside Shanshan and glanced at the calendar, realizing Mu Chen’s birthday was approaching before she knew it.

“Mhm.” Having inserted the last photo into the album, Shanshan started to feel a bit conflicted.

“Mommy, which one is good?”

Jian Qing quickly scanned over a small pile of photos, then picked one and handed it to her, “This one.”

Shanshan looked down and saw it was a photo taken in the mansion’s garden during the recent New Year celebrations, where she wore a red dress.

She smiled in satisfaction, showing her white teeth, then inserted the photo into the album and began to choose a gift box to wrap it.

“Shanshan, this box is good,” Quan Jingwu interjected, deliberately choosing a rather ugly box.