Chapter 7: Chapter 7: A shallow person who judges by their Appearence
"Why is this little girl staring at me like that? What did I do to her?" thought Yun Chuan, unaware of the real reason. He didn't realize that his existence had robbed what should have been someone else's motherly love!
Little Loli Qian Renxue was very angry, extremely angry!
Her mother, who had always been indifferent and cold, had recently started smiling more often, with a gentle and doting expression. However, that smile was not directed at her, but at the little brat in the room—Yun Chuan.
The more she thought about it, the more wronged she felt. Several times, from a distance, she had seen her mother holding this little brat, leisurely walking around the hall. The smile on her face was so gentle, a kindness Qian Renxue had never seen before. It was completely overturning everything she knew about her cold, indifferent mother.
Why? Why couldn't her mother show that kind of smile to her?
Why did her mother never hold her?
Qian Renxue couldn't understand, and she felt like crying. Unaware of the real situation, she blamed everything on Yun Chuan, thinking his presence was the reason her mother no longer cared for her.
But in reality, even before Yun Chuan came, her mother, Bibi Dong, had always treated her indifferently. However, Qian Renxue, being only ten years old, subconsciously ignored that fact—or perhaps she didn't want to think about it. She just wanted to blame others for everything!
This was normal. A ten-year-old child doesn't understand right from wrong. How could she think so deeply?
Yun Chuan, who thought like an adult, simply couldn't understand Qian Renxue's childish mindset, which is why he looked completely confused as she approached him.
"...Eh... Ah?"
The chubby baby made a vague sound, blinking his big, clear eyes curiously at the little golden-haired girl as she coldly approached him and, with a frown, picked him up under his armpits.
Qian Renxue wrinkled her brow in frustration at his squirming, whispering, "Stop moving!"
But Yun Chuan didn't care. Anyone would feel uncomfortable being lifted like this without being properly held in someone's arms. He felt irritated. Qian Renxue didn't even pull him into her embrace, as if he were some unpleasant thing. This made him feel very unhappy.
Without the warm embrace of an older sister, who would stay still?
"…Wahhh!!!"
Yun Chuan's limbs flailed desperately as tears began to fill his eyes. The next moment, he cried loudly.
Qian Renxue panicked. She had never been in this situation before and didn't know what to do with the crying baby.
"Wahhh!!"
The baby's cries were heart-wrenching and pitiful, enough to make anyone who heard them feel sad, wanting to comfort him. His desperate wails made Qian Renxue's cute little face scrunch up as she was a little frightened by the crying.
Suddenly, she remembered how her mother used to hold Yun Chuan, and with a thought, she tried holding him like her mother had. With a small, tentative movement, she pulled Yun Chuan into her arms.
As soon as she held him, the crying stopped instantly.
Qian Renxue sighed in relief. She then gently patted his back, mimicking how her mother used to do, lightly rocking him as if trying to lull him to sleep.
But Yun Chuan, now in her arms, smiled mischievously. He leaned into her and sniffed. The fresh scent of milk from the baby was surprisingly pleasant.
"Ah, it smells so good!"
Yun Chuan smirked inwardly. He knew that his future childhood wouldn't be boring with such a cute little sister to interact with. He planned to get close to her early, build a bond, and maybe when she grew up, she would be a sweet little wife, definitely better than the unromantic Tang San!
At this point, Qian Renxue was just ten years old and had awakened her Martial Soul, granting her an enhanced physical strength compared to regular children. Holding the four-month-old baby was easy for her. However, due to her resentment that he had taken her mother's love, she didn't want to hold him.
But every time she tried to put him down, Yun Chuan would cry even louder. Eventually, she had no choice but to keep holding him and rocking him to sleep.
Time passed slowly.
Finally, Bibi Dong returned after finishing her official duties.
Click!
The door opened softly, and a warm scene met her eyes. Little Qian Renxue was holding a baby almost as tall as herself and gently rocking him. She wore a sweet smile, resembling a young wife caring for her husband or perhaps an older sister watching over her younger brother.
Even Bibi Dong couldn't help but be momentarily stunned as she saw the scene.
But soon, the image of the man who had hurt her flashed in her mind, and her expression turned cold. She said harshly, "Who allowed you to come in here?"
Qian Renxue, startled, turned around, and the smile on her face faded. She meekly whispered, "...Mom."
Bibi Dong's heart was instantly pierced by pain. The painful memories resurfaced, and seeing her child like this made her heart ache with both sorrow and anger. The good mood she had was shattered.
"Put him down, go outside!" Bibi Dong's voice was sharp.
"…Mom, I… (I want to play with my brother)…" Little Qian Renxue's voice grew smaller and smaller, until she was completely silent.
Unable to defy her mother, Qian Renxue slowly lowered Yun Chuan from her arms. Feeling extremely defeated, she walked slowly towards the door, her brilliant golden hair seeming to lose its luster, her spirit drained.
As she passed by Bibi Dong, she hesitated for a moment before continuing out the door.
Bibi Dong remained silent with a cold face, but who knew how much she longed to hold her, to shower her with all the motherly love she had. But she couldn't, because whenever she looked at her, the past she wished to forget overwhelmed her.
As Yun Chuan, sitting on the carpet, looked at the little figure leaving, his heart inexplicably tightened. Why must a ten-year-old child be treated this way by her own mother? Why couldn't she receive her mother's love?
Even though Yun Chuan understood Bibi Dong's pain, he couldn't help but feel a bit resentful towards her.
Couldn't she be gentler? After all, Qian Renxue was her daughter, sharing half of her blood.
But when Yun Chuan looked into Bibi Dong's hollow, empty eyes, the resentment disappeared instantly. What right did he have to criticize her actions?
If you haven't experienced someone's pain, you have no right to tell them how to behave.
Yun Chuan realized that he, too, was a shallow person who judged by appearances.