Chapter 801
Chapter 801: Chapter 15 Gao Wen’s Safe Chapter 801: Chapter 15 Gao Wen’s Safe “Tigers won’t eat their own young.”
Eventually, Zhao Yingjun still got up and poured a bowl of dog food for the Pomeranian VV.
VV immediately gobbled up the food.
“Sorry.”
Zhao Yingjun pat its head and whispered,
“I didn’t mean to forget you.
It’s just…
this is too abnormal.”
She rubbed her forehead.
She took a deep breath.
Then she stood up again, sat down on the sofa, leaned back against the soft backrest, and began to reconsider the possibility of this “supernatural event.”
From a scientific perspective,
such things simply couldn’t happen.
If she were a man, she might have doubted herself, but as a woman, there was no need to be overly concerned about whether she had given birth.
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That Yan Qiaoqiao could never be her child.
“Ah…”
She really did start feeling a headache coming on.
She had thought she caught on to her parents’ illegitimate child, secretly having given birth to a sister behind her back.
But what resulted?
She found herself with a daughter!
Better not to have stirred things up and just accepted Yan Qiaoqiao as the “distant relative’s granddaughter!”
What should she do now?
Zhao Yingjun quickly calmed herself down…
“Everything has a cause.”
Her longtime independent and rational lifestyle allowed Zhao Yingjun to put aside her emotions and seriously consider where the problem truly lay.
“The problem definitely doesn’t lie with me.”
She was certain of it.
“That means…”
She slowly opened her eyes and gazed at the dim ceiling:
“The problem still lies with that little girl.”
Yan Qiaoqiao, where does she come from?
And what exactly is her identity?
She must.
Get to the bottom of this.
Although Zhao Yingjun didn’t consider herself a nit-picker, this matter was crucial as it concerned her own reputation; the sudden appearance of a daughter was just too bizarre…
thus, she must uncover the truth.
For herself, for her parents, and for Yan Qiaoqiao to have a reasonable explanation.
“If she really is my daughter…
what should I do?”
Thinking about this question,
Zhao Yingjun’s mind became a mess.
She was only 25, totally clueless about what to do, nowhere near ready to be a mother, and she didn’t know how to raise a child or how to interact with a child.
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It wasn’t her fault.
After all, whether for a man or woman, changes in family roles should happen gradually, slowly.
Who could suddenly accept a teenage daughter out of nowhere, then expect them to recognize each other?
There was no warmth,
no emotional touch,
just horror, repulsion, and chills down her spine.
“I’ll go see Yan Qiaoqiao tomorrow.”
Zhao Yingjun set aside her other excessive emotions.
Since the issue had arisen, there was no need for avoidance or denial, she had to face it.
Everything originated from that little girl.
So,
she must find answers from her!
Having thought it through,
Zhao Yingjun got up from the sofa, opened the refrigerator door, and prepared to whip something up to fill her stomach.
…
At the same time, at The Fifth Dreamland in Lian Village, it was bustling with excitement.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
Big Face Cat held a large pork knuckle, tore it in half, placing one half on Lin Xian’s plate and the other on CC’s plate, his mood extremely elated:
“Speaking of this village, you might not know, even before I became the village chief, when my dad was the chief, this village was already called Lian Village.”
“Do you know why?
Because when I was born, it was considered a good omen!
Even though it was late at night, the moment I was born…
every chicken, duck, cow, sheep, and pig in the pigpen began humming my name.”
“Humming Big Face Cat?” CC, looking at the flushed and somewhat tipsy Big Face Cat, doubted the authenticity of the story:
“How did those pigs and chickens manage that?”
“Ah, my dear, let your brother finish talking.”
Big Face Cat swayed his bamboo drink cup, shaking his head:
“Big Face Cat is just my nickname, it’s not my real name.
It’s just that since I was born, my face was really large, the midwife even said my face was as round as a pancake, so the name Big Face Cat just stuck.”
“But I do have a name, you know.
My father, a rare intellectual of that era, gave me a very nice name.
It’s just that…
for so many years, no one has ever called it.”
Dong.
Lin Xian put down his drink cup, blinked, and looked at Big Face Cat:
“You actually have a name.”
“Spit, aren’t you just stating the obvious, brother!”
Big Face Cat snorted,
“Who in this world doesn’t have a name?
Listen well, my grand name is—”
“Forget it, Brother Lian.”
Lin Xian interrupted him:
“Don’t mention your grand name, we all kind of like the name Big Face Cat, and just in case your grand name really doesn’t fit your persona, it would shatter your image.”
“Actually, I’m more interested in your father than you.
Your father always felt like a legendary figure, famous yet never seen.
What’s his name?
What is your father’s name?”
Big Face Cat sighed softly, saying quietly:
“Chen Heping.”
…
Lin Xian looked at the greasy half pork knuckle on his plate, pondering the name Cat Dad.
Indeed, it was also a dignified name.
For someone who could deduce the cosmic constant 42 with just pen and paper, the name truly suited him.
Lin Xian then realized,
The Big Face Cat of The Fifth Dreamland was still alone.
He hadn’t met his parents, the gentle and virtuous Sister-in-law Lian, or a rebellious daughter and a miniaturized version of Big Face Cat.