Chapter 338

He Yan didn't even dare to move. Why was the child still gnawing on the jade pendant?

He Yan had never raised a child; he really didn't know that children gnawed on everything.

"Brother," Rong Yang said with a small, stern face: "You can't gnaw on the jade pendant."

The little milk bun grabbed the jade pendant: "Wash."

He even knew to wash it. At home, whatever he wanted to gnaw on, he would wash it first, and then he would be allowed to gnaw on it.

This one can't be gnawed; wash it.

Rong Juan's mouth twitched: "Even if you wash it, you can't eat it."

But the little milk bun wouldn't let go. He Yan was helpless, took off the jade pendant, and stuffed it into the little milk bun's arms: "Here, it's yours."

Many children looked on with envy. Even Heir Su was envious; this was a magical treasure, and he gave it away just like that. Fubao's eyes widened, looking incredulous.

"Mother," Fubao said: "How can you give it to Rong Chi?"

Indeed, Qin He was thinking, how could he give this jade pendant to Qin Bi's child? Her own children didn't have one; whether it was Fubao or her legitimate son, Heir He had never given such a valuable magical treasure.

Before Qin He could speak, Fubao ran over: "Uncle He, I want one too."

The little milk bun understood Fubao's "I want one too."

The little guy stopped holding the jade pendant and immediately stuffed it into his arms to hide it.

The child said in a milky voice: "Gone."

Rong Juan: "......"

Rong Yang: "......"

Fubao: "......"

He Yan also said: "It's gone."

Fubao was dumbfounded. He Yan only carried one jade pendant. Fubao turned to look at Heir Xue, thinking that Heir Xue was useless and only her mother followed her in everything. The little girl looked at Qin He and started to cry.

Heir Su frowned, and Qin Yan also felt Fubao was too noisy.

The child here would cry at the drop of a hat, and many guests looked over.

Qin He couldn't care less now. Perhaps it should be exposed, letting everyone know that the child Qin Bi gave birth to was ill-mannered. Qin He leaned over and coaxed Fubao gently; Fubao's crying made her heart ache.

"Heir He, your jade pendant is so precious, how can you give it away?" Qin He said with a serious face: "Just give children some food if they are noisy. If you give away valuable magical treasures, what will you do if you need them to kill beasts in the Beast Realm's small space?"

After Qin He finished speaking, she turned to look at the little milk bun: "Rong Chi, children cannot ask for jade pendants."

Before He Yan could speak, Rong Juan spoke: "Qin He, is 'Rong Chi' something you can call him?"

Qin He was stunned. She thought that she and Heir He and Heir Rong were childhood sweethearts and were different. Qin He couldn't react to Rong Juan's questioning for a moment; Heir Rong rarely gave her no face like this.

"I am his aunt." Qin He twitched the corners of her mouth, bringing out a smile, slightly aggrieved: "Can't I call him Rong Chi?"

Heir Xue suddenly looked at Qin He; this tone made him feel uncomfortable inside.

"No," Rong Juan said without thinking, stood up holding Rong Yang, the handsome man standing tall and upright, looking down at Qin He: "I am an heir with great power, assisting the Emperor in the court, unlike Heir Xue. My son was born with a high status; you should respectfully call him Little Heir, and the same goes for Rong Yang."

Qin He was so suppressed she couldn't even lift her head, but she was unwilling and looked at Heir He with a pitiful expression.

The little milk bun stayed in Heir He's arms, took the precious jade pendant he had just obtained, and showed it to He Yan: "Like."

He Yan's attention was drawn, and he lowered his head: "If you like it, keep it."

"Rong Chi," the child said.

He Yan nodded helplessly: "Yours."

Qin He wanted to cry, her voice soft: "Heir He~"

The little milk bun didn't stay idle. The jade pendant was his now, and the child spotted the storage bag. Oh, this is good too. The little milk bun tugged, and He Yan's gaze was drawn back again.

The little milk bun lifted his little head and looked at He Yan: "Like."

He Yan: "......"

Heir Su and Qin Yan looked over and suddenly laughed. Good heavens, this little guy likes whatever he sees. What kind of fate does He Yan have? His own son ignores him, and the ones who aren't his own are all clinging to him.

This fate is not right, Heir Su leaned his forehead and chuckled lightly.

"Why do you want everything?" Qin He couldn't help but exclaim.

Rong Juan swept a cold glance over, waved his sleeve, and Qin He almost flew out, but was blocked by Heir Xue, who arrived in time to stop the sharp energy. Qin He was shocked; she thought she was Heir Rong's childhood sweetheart and would never be beaten.

"Heir Rong," Heir Xue said: "Qin He is straightforward and has no malice."

"Anyone who dares to raise their voice at my son, no one is allowed." Rong Juan truly doted on Rong Chi. What was Qin He? Rong Juan said: "I won't hold it against you, only for the sake of the Qin Yan Hou Fu."

Rong Juan only swept a glance and didn't intend to take Qin He's life. Qin He was protected by the Heavenly Dao; she couldn't be killed when it wasn't her time to die. Most importantly, this was the Qin Yan Hou Fu, Qin Bi's maiden home, and the maternal home of Rong Yang and Rong Chi. Rong Juan couldn't kill anyone from the Qin Yan Hou Fu.

Heir Xue held his legitimate son and protected Qin He, immediately moving away, not wanting to pay attention to Qin He.

Qin Yan also said a few words to Qin He: "You are a married woman now, the Heir Consort of the Xue Wang Fu. How can your words and actions be so reckless? Don't you know you have children yourself? What kind of behavior is it to shout and scream in front of children?"

Qin He didn't dare to say another word, weeping secretly. Heir He actually didn't protect her; it was all that child's fault. Qin He was so angry inside that a ball of fire was stuck in her chest.

Fubao stopped crying, saw the atmosphere was wrong, and ran off to play.

Rong Juan intended to take the children to find Qin Bi, put down his eldest son Rong Yang, and reached out to the little milk bun in Heir He's arms: "Let's go, let's go find your mother."

The little milk bun wouldn't go, tugged at the storage bag, and showed it to Rong Juan: "Rong Chi."

Rong Juan: "......"

He Yan spoke: "This really won't do."

Rong Juan had no choice but to take off his own storage bag, and Rong Yang also took off his precious little storage bag, both handing them to the little milk bun Rong Chi. Children are all coaxed, He Yan thought thoughtfully.

"My storage bag is for you," Rong Juan said.

"Don't want," the little milk bun turned his little body, holding He Yan's storage bag: "Want this."

Qin Yan saw this and couldn't take off his own storage bag to give to Rong Chi. Storage bags were filled with good things; generally, no one would be willing to let a child play with a storage bag, only Heir Rong would be willing.

He Yan was even more helpless holding the child. Rong Juan stopped spoiling the little guy, glanced at Rong Yang, and Rong Yang coaxed Rong Chi, taking the storage bag from the child's hands, and Rong Juan held the child.

"Don't go, don't go," the little milk bun cried, tugging at He Yan: "Father."

Rong Juan felt both heartache and anger, and He Yan leaned his forehead.

In the end, the little milk bun sat on the ground: "My father!"

At this tone, Rong Juan's face turned black. He didn't want this child anymore: "Go cry to your newly recognized father."

The child Rong Chi cried towards He Yan: "My father......"

He Yan's face darkened. Next, he should be crying about how miserably you died.

Fortunately, the child cried: "Don't want me anymore."