Chapter 433: Isn't Qin He Heir He's Childhood Sweetheart?

The people in the Marquis Manor felt complex emotions, not knowing what Heir He meant by this.

Isn't Qin He Heir He's childhood sweetheart? The beloved he was so determined to marry—even if he now had a biological child, it would be fine to show a little care for Qin He and her child.

Yet right now, Heir He only had eyes for Rong Yang and Rong Chi.

Qin He's younger sister by the same mother was unwilling to accept this and couldn't help but say, "Rong Chi is Heir Rong's child, not Heir He's legitimate son."

How old is Rong Chi? He hasn't even stayed at the Yan Guogong Manor as long as Fubao has. By what right does he occupy Fubao's place? Having Rong Yang is enough; adding another one is truly excessive.

Heir He's face sank. Qin He's younger sister, Qin Yuan, trembled in fear. In her impression, she had never seen Heir He like this. He He Shizi's wife and the others also felt a jolt of fear; whenever Heir He came to the Marquis Manor, he was always amiable and gentle as jade.

Qin Yan glanced at Qin Yuan, truly ignorant of the situation.

"How about it?" Heir He sneered. He raised his eyes again and asked, "Heir Rong has no objections. I, He Yan, have one more legitimate second son—does your Qin Yan Marquis Manor's legitimate young lady have an opinion?"

"I, I, I..." Qin Yuan stammered, "It's just, Fubao..."

"Shut your mouth." As soon as Heir Xue heard Fubao being dragged into this, he immediately shouted a stern stop: "Qin Yuan, what is wrong with you? Why do you always bring up our Fubao? Why are you so fond of clinging to others?"

Qin Yuan's eyes immediately turned red. Who was she doing this for? How could Heir Xue say that to her?

Qin Jue rushed over, caught a bit of the conversation, and pulled Qin Yuan to the side: "Heir He has one more legitimate son—what business is it of yours? By what status are you wagging your tongue? Shut up."

Qin Yuan didn't dare to make a sound anymore; even Qin Yan's face had darkened.

Qin Han was also so frightened that she hid beside Jiang Mo, not daring to make another sound. The main thing was that this was different from what she had imagined. Qin He had said that as long as Fubao was there, she wouldn't even need to open her mouth, and Heir He would give all the good things to Fubao.

But that was not the case at all.

The gap was too large; Qin Han's heart went cold.

He He Shizi's wife had originally wanted to join in the fun and ask for something for Fubao, but now she quickly put that thought to rest. They didn't know what Heir He was thinking—had his affection for Qin He faded?!

Jiang Mo glanced sideways at Qin Han, knowing in her heart that Qin Han had also meddled in this.

Because Qin Han opened a shop with Qin He, she had a good relationship with Qin He but didn't interact much with Qin Bi. It was understandable that Qin Han's heart leaned toward Qin He, and it was understandable that she didn't interact with Qin Bi.

But today, Qin Han was a bit muddled, actually standing up for Qin He.

Heir He's affairs were not something Qin Han could manage.

In the living room, everyone had different thoughts, but no one dared to openly argue for Qin He and Fubao. They weren't fools, were they? With Rong Yang there, and Heir He's undisguised doting on the children, there was no need to test the waters—there was no share of the shop dividends for Fubao.

Qin Yan picked up his teacup, lowered his eyes, and was dissatisfied with the tea: "Change to new tea."

The maids and servants went down to change the tea. As long as they weren't fools, everyone started chatting about other things. He He Shizi's wife invited the children to go to the side hall to eat roasted melons and fruits.

There were also candies prepared.

"Rong Yang," the Heir's wife called out, "come over and eat the pastries that were just bought."

Rong Yang was carried by Qin Lang to the side hall. Qin Lang took a few pieces of pastries suitable for children and some roasted melons and fruits, filled a plate, and carried it back to the living room, placing it on the table.

Heir He asked the little milk bun: "Want to eat?"

The child opened his mouth: "Ah-woo."

That meant yes. Heir He took a pastry to feed the child, while Qin Lang busied himself with Rong Yang.

Heir Xue's legitimate son also wanted to eat and turned his head to look at Heir Xue.

Heir Xue asked Rong Yang: "Would it be okay to give your younger brother a piece of pastry?"

Rong Yang slightly knitted his small eyebrows, and Heir He spoke up: "Heir Xue, Rong Yang isn't very old either. He can go to the side hall to get ingredients; can't you go over and get them yourself? I have two children here."

Heir Xue said: "He has his uncle Qin Lang to get them for him."

Heir He handed the pastry to Rong Chi's mouth. The child took a bite, and only then did Heir He glance at Heir Xue's legitimate son and say: "Then tell his uncle to get it. There's too much of Rong Yang's stuff being given to others."

Heir Xue met Heir He's faint gaze and was immediately stunned. Fubao had obtained quite a bit of what should have belonged to Rong Yang—Heir He must have meant that. Heir He was unhappy.

Heir Xue couldn't tell if that was what Heir He meant and felt suspicious in his heart. He stood up and took his legitimate son to the side hall to get food for the children. Fubao was standing in front of the stove, picking and choosing, wanting only the best.

"This roasted peach looks very good." Qin Cui had already picked it out for Fubao and pointed to the best-looking roasted peach: "The skin is red, and the fruit is large; it must be fragrant and sweet."

Fubao was dissatisfied: "The good ones were all picked away by Rong Yang."

The little girl was dissatisfied with what was left.

"They weren't all picked away," the Heir's wife coaxed her.

The fruits used for roasting were all of decent quality. After the Marquis Manor became a cultivation family, their silver was more abundant, and their food quality had improved. Besides, the fruits the Marquis Manor ate were all grown on their own farms in the autumn.

They could be kept until winter if stored carefully; how could there be any poor-quality fruit?

But Fubao was dissatisfied. In her view, the good ones had all been picked by Rong Yang. The little girl threw a tantrum. Heir Xue and his legitimate son came over, saw her making a scene, and scolded her a few times.

Fubao reluctantly picked a fruit to eat.

The children in the side hall were lively, and the living room also became lively.

Heir He fed the child while chatting with Qin Yan about cultivation. Because Heir He was an influential official's heir, the Heir's wife picked a plate of roasted melons and fruits and sent them over.

Rong Yang and Rong Chi were also the most noble among the children. Of course, the little prince eating and drinking in the side hall was a prince, but so what? The little prince was happy to coax Rong Yang and Rong Chi.

There was nothing to be done about this. Fubao stood at the entrance of the side hall and living room, looking from afar. She approached a few times, but Heir He didn't have time to look at her once. Heir Xue felt his own child was extremely pitiful.

Heir Xue knew that Fubao had obtained many benefits from the Yan Guogong Manor since she was young, and the little girl also felt she was the legitimate young lady of the Yan Guogong Manor. Today, the gap was so large that Heir Xue couldn't bear to watch.

"Heir He," Heir Xue said.

Heir He glanced at him and gave Rong Yang a piece of pastry.

Seeing that Heir He's heart and eyes were full of Rong Yang and Rong Chi, Heir Xue felt even more heartbroken. He could feel Fubao's low mood and couldn't help but say: "Heir He, you only care about Rong Yang and Rong Chi; Fubao will be very sad."

Heir He was surprised: "If I don't care about my own children, should I care about your child instead?"

Heir Xue: "..."

Heir Xue was choked, unable to get a breath up or down.

Heir He had a fate of being a wife-killer and childless; having a biological child, he would naturally hold them in the palm of his hand, and everyone else had to stand aside. Heir Xue was left speechless, truly unable to find fault.

Those who could become influential officials were all very cold. ===== CHAPTER 434 =====