Chapter 139: Call Me a Little Bastard, and I'll Beat You Up

Seeing his great-grandfather come in with a stick, Nangong Jin felt his skin tighten in fear and hurriedly hid behind Qin Shu, shouting that he was wronged: "I didn't bully her!"

Qin Shu hurriedly shielded him and explained: "Grandfather, A-Jin didn't bully me."

Nangong Old Master held the stick, glaring at the little thing with his beard bristling: "You are not allowed to bully your mother!"

The old man threatened fiercely: "Otherwise, I'll make your bottom bloom!"

Nangong Jin hurriedly used his chubby little hands to protect his bottom, and he looked at Qin Shu, who was blocking in front of him, stunned.

Since he was little, besides his uncles shielding him, it seemed there was no one else.

Nangong Old Master went downstairs and casually placed the stick on the wall nearby; he had only taken it up to scare that little brat.

He looked at Qin Shu's grandmother and third brother in the living room and gave them a reassuring look: "Don't worry, that kid will definitely be close to Qin Shu this time."

Hearing this, Nangong Cangming took a sip of tea with great composure; he was not worried at all.

At 22:00 in the evening, Nangong Jin started yawning while playing games, sitting on the floor sorting his Lego, yawning and chatting.

His little bottom was still on the floor, and his eyelids were already starting to fight each other.

There were only Qin Shu and Nangong Jin in the living room; the people of the Nangong Family had left the time and space to this mother and son so that the child could spend more time getting close to Qin Shu.

Qin Shu watched as Nangong Jin's eyelids were almost closed while his hands were still moving; she lowered her head to check the time, and it was already late.

At this hour, children should be sleeping, so she walked over: "A-Jin, let's go upstairs to sleep."

Nangong Jin turned to see her, his eyelids too sleepy to open, and after a yawn, he slumped into Qin Shu's arms.

The tiny person was like a sticky rice ball, and Qin Shu's heart softened into a mess.

She held the person in her arms tightly, gently picked him up from the floor, brought her son back to his room, took off his coat, and put him on the bed to sleep.

Nangong Jin's room was very large, and his room was all military-style, with camouflage uniforms and small toy pistols; it was clear he really liked playing these kinds of stimulating games for men.

Qin Shu went to the bathroom to get a clean towel, wet it, wiped his little hands, and sat by the bed, gently patting the little guy's chest; she looked down at Nangong Jin, her eyes filled with tenderness.

This was her little son, a piece of flesh that had fallen from her own body.

Qin Shu waited until her son was fast asleep before she got up and left on tiptoe.

After returning to her room and washing up, Ji Yanli sent Qin Shu a message: "How is it getting along with A-Jin?"

Qin Shu: "He is very well-behaved, sometimes he tries to be tough, he has accepted me."

"I can feel that he likes me very much."

The corners of Ji Yanli's lips curled up: "Of course, you are his birth mother."

"I'll come to see you tomorrow."

"Okay."

The next day.

When Nangong Jin woke up, he didn't know how he had ended up in bed; he tried hard to recall and remembered a vague memory of Qin Shu carrying him back to his room.

Nangong Jin was stunned; he sat on the bed with a small cowlick sticking up on his head.

He rubbed his face, got out of bed, neither crying nor making a fuss, dressed himself obediently, and sat on a small stool to bend over and put on his little shoes.

Once the little guy was dressed, he didn't need anyone to serve him; he went to the bathroom himself, stepped on a small stool to get the toothpaste, and brushed his teeth with an electric toothbrush.

The sink in his bathroom was a bit high, much higher than in ordinary homes, so Nangong Jin had to step on a small stool to reach it.

After brushing his teeth, he took a towel himself, wet it, wrung it out, and wiped his little face; he used his chubby little hands to wipe hard until his little face turned red.

Nangong Jin looked at himself in the mirror, cute and handsome.

Only then did he contentedly hang up the towel and go downstairs after washing up.

Other people's four-year-old children might still need adults to help them wash up, but Nangong Jin had been very independent since he was three; anything he could do himself, he absolutely would not trouble others.

He went downstairs wearing little overalls, and waiting for him downstairs was Qin Shu; Qin Shu put breakfast on the table and was quite surprised to see the little guy come downstairs dressed so neatly: "Baby son, come over and eat breakfast."

"The auntie made it."

"Where are the uncles?" Nangong Jin didn't see anyone else.

Qin Shu said: "They went out, I'll take you to kindergarten today."

Nangong Jin resignedly ate his breakfast: "Oh."

In the car to kindergarten, Qin Shu organized his little schoolbag for him, afraid of missing anything.

Nangong Jin watched her busy herself for him from the side, blinked, and for the first time had the feeling of being loved by his mother.

This was what he had longed for most in the past.

Suddenly, the car braked urgently as a car in front came charging over; Qin Shu didn't even think, she pulled Nangong Jin into her arms and protected him tightly.

Qin Shu still had lingering fears about that car accident four years ago, and her face turned pale with fright.

The car braked too fast, and Qin Shu's head bumped against the front seat, but fortunately, she was fine.

Nangong Jin also didn't expect that Qin Shu would directly protect him in her arms; he felt a shock in his heart, and he couldn't describe what it felt like.

Nangong Jin hurriedly got up to look at Qin Shu's slightly reddened forehead from the bump: "Mom, are you okay?"

Qin Shu shook her head: "I'm fine."

"Don't worry about Mom."

After she said this, she was slightly stunned; what did she just hear, her son called her Mom?

"Miss, Little Young Master, are you both okay?" The driver looked back worriedly.

"I don't know how that car was driving, it just darted out."

"If I hadn't braked fast, we would have been hit." The driver also had lingering fears.

Qin Shu said: "It's fine."

After she said this, her face was filled with smiles, and she held Nangong Jin with a smile on her face.

Seeing Qin Shu smile, Nangong Jin's lips curled up, and he smiled too.

The car arrived at the kindergarten, and Nangong Jin couldn't wait to pull Qin Shu out of the car; carrying his little schoolbag, he happily pulled Qin Shu inside.

The little fellow went inside and shouted loudly: "Xiongba, my mommy is here!"

A sturdily built child in the kindergarten looked at the very beautiful older sister Nangong Jin was holding by the hand and was stunned for a moment.

Nangong Jin waved his fist at him fiercely: "This is my mommy! If you dare to call me a little wild seed without a mommy again, I will beat you up!"

The child opposite had a black eye, clearly given to him by Nangong Jin yesterday.

Qin Shu had come to the kindergarten today to resolve this matter; hearing Nangong Jin's words, she understood why the child had hit someone.

Xiongba looked at Qin Shu with a suspicious gaze: "Are you really his mommy?"

Qin Shu: "Yes, I am his mommy."

Qin Shu squatted down in front of the little boy with a gentle temperament: "It was wrong for my baby to hit you, but little friend, you were the one who insulted him first."

"Your words caused deep hurt to Nangong Jin."

Nangong Jin had not expected her to defend him right away; a confident smile immediately appeared on his face as he put his hands on his hips and looked at Xiongba.