Chapter 4

After saying this, He Shaochuan went out and joined the army.

All of a sudden, Ning He and her son were the only ones left in the huge house.

Ning He washed his hands and went into the house.

The little figure was no longer in the living room.

Ning He looked around and walked towards the kitchen.

There was a faint sound of running water in the kitchen.

Ning He walked to the kitchen door and looked inside from outside.

Then she saw that small figure, with his back to her, standing on a small stool, but it was still not high enough. He tried to stand on tiptoe and put his hands into the pool.

Just as my fingertips were about to touch the icy water.

Ning He walked quickly to him and held those little hands.

“What are you doing?” Ning He lowered her eyes and looked at the pair of little hands covered with calluses.

My heart ached. How could this be a child’s hand?

The little hand surface is rough and covered with scars, either from scratches or cuts by something.

Those who don’t know would think that he was abused by the adults in the family.

Ning He’s throat felt blocked and his eyes felt sore.

He Qianlin pulled his hand out of Ning He’s hand uncomfortably. He lowered his head and spoke in a voice as soft as a mosquito.

“We’re done eating, we need to wash the dishes.”

As he spoke, he reached out for the loofah bag used for washing dishes, but it was taken away by Ning He again.

He Qianlin looked at Ning He blankly, not understanding what was wrong with his mother today?

Ning He sighed softly, bent down and carried He Qianlin to the ground, and she squatted in front of the little guy.

She rubbed Qianlin’s little head and said, “Silly Linbao, let mommy do the dishes. Just stay here and watch mommy wash them.”

After saying that, Ning He stood up and used a loofah to wash all the bowls in the sink.

After washing, I turned around and saw Qianlin still looking stunned.

She couldn’t help but laugh: “Why are you looking at mom like that? Is it because mom didn’t wash it right?”

Little Qianlin shook his head. He hadn’t reacted yet. His mother just called him…Linbao?

Does it mean mama’s baby?

Xiao Qianlin didn’t dare to ask, he whispered: “Mom washed it very clean.”

Ning He was amused by him. After wiping her hands, she took the initiative to hold Xiao Qianlin’s hand and took him into the bedroom.

Ning He carried him to the bed and sat him down, then went to the original owner’s dressing table to look for something.

Finally, she came over with a small blue round box. She opened the lid and it was filled with snow-white paste.

Ning He scooped a small piece with his index finger and smeared it on the back of Qianlin’s hand.

With her fingertips circling, the white paste soon melted on the back of her small hand and was completely absorbed into the panel.

Qianlin looked at the magical scene in front of him with a dazed face.

This is something his mother uses to apply on her face. He has seen her use it before, but today she took it out and used it on herself.

Qianlin felt that his mother was very different today.

After applying the lotion on his hands, Ning He scooped a small amount and applied it on Qianlin’s forehead, nose tip, chin and both sides of his cheeks.

“You have to put some perfume on your little face, too. Mommy’s baby Lin will smell good all over.”

Ning He really likes the smell of vanishing cream.

When Ning He was a child, he liked to apply his grandmother’s Pechoin. The scent was longer-lasting than today’s perfumes and did not have so many chemical additives.

I don’t know what the original body was thinking. He hid the vanishing cream for himself and looked at his son’s cracked face without any feeling of pain or guilt.

Ning He couldn’t be as cold-blooded and ruthless as her original self. She had lived in a warm big family since she was a child. She had a terminal illness and had experienced life and death. She cherished her life and felt even more sorry for the poor little Qianlin in front of her.

So what if a baby is a genius? If he doesn’t have a good family environment and his parents don’t love him, what’s the point of being a genius?

Ning He thought of He Qianlin as described in the book.

Although the ending of the book is that the hero and the heroine live happily together, and the heroine also gives birth to their child.

But to He Qianlin, it is unfair.

When He Qianlin was a child, he watched his biological parents quarrel and divorce. Later, he followed the male protagonist, and the little boy was forced to grow up and become sensible. Later on, the relationship between the male protagonist and the female protagonist even warmed up.

Xiao Qianlin doesn’t want to become a burden to the male protagonist or an obstacle in his emotional journey, so he takes the initiative to tell the male protagonist that he likes the female protagonist and wants her to be his mother.

The purpose is to allow the male protagonist to be with the female protagonist without any worries.

How could Ning He not feel sorry for such a sensible child? !

Ning He couldn’t bear it any longer when she saw Qianlin was still wearing patched and shabby clothes.

She took Qianlin’s hand and wanted to take him out.

Little Qianlin was a little at a loss. He looked at the room that his mother had pulled him out of, thinking that his mother hated him staying in her room.

He quickly pulled his hand away, wanting to get out before his mother could ask him to leave.

Ning He looked at Xiao Qianlin, who was standing at the door with a reserved look, and was unable to react for a moment.

“Don’t you like your mother holding your hand?”

Ning He has never been a mother, but she has dealt with children.

There are many children in the hospital who suffer from leukemia like her. Ning He works in the hematology department and is enthusiastically called Sister Xiaohe by the children.

She is optimistic and cheerful. Because they share the same pain, Ning He understands them. Knowing that medicine is bitter, Ning He coaxes the children to take the bitter medicine. Knowing that lumbar puncture is painful, she will make the children happy.

During the time Ning He was in the hospital, there was no one who disliked Ning He, from children as young as one year old to those as old as sixteen or seventeen.

Therefore, Ning He was very confident that she could make Xiao Qianlin like her.

Little Qianlin shook his head and stood awkwardly at the door: “Mom doesn’t like people coming into the room without permission.”

Ning He was stunned for a moment before realizing that Qian Lin was talking about his original self!

The original body didn’t like children, and hated He Qianlin even more.

It was not for any other reason, but because she had a strong reaction since she became pregnant. She vomited everything she ate during the entire pregnancy. She felt that this child was born to harm her, and she was not looking forward to the birth of this child at all.

During the entire pregnancy, she even thought about how to get rid of the baby in her belly. If it weren’t for the precautions of her original parents, He Qianlin would probably have had a hard time being born safely.

Ning He felt a lump in her nose and felt even more distressed for the little Qianlin in front of her.

She squatted in front of Qianlin, stretched out her hands to hold him in her arms, and said to him softly: “Linbao, it was Mommy’s fault before. This is Linbao’s home. From now on, Linbao can go wherever he wants, and Mommy won’t be angry.”

Qianlin felt the warmth of being hugged by his mother. It seemed unreal to him, but he really liked the feeling of being hugged by his mother.

Ning He reached out and picked up Qianlin, then walked out of the house holding him in her arms.

Little Qianlin was a little overwhelmed, and a blush suddenly appeared on his tender cheeks: “Mom, where are we going? Qianlin can walk by himself.”

Ning He held Qian Lin in his arms and weighed him.

It was too light, not like a three-year-old child at all. It was almost as light as the children she spent every day with in the ward in later generations.

Ning He felt a pang of pity when he thought of those bald-headed little angels in the ward.

She wanted to raise Qianlin to be plump and white! Her child wanted to grow up healthy and happy!

“Mom is taking Linbao to buy cloth to make clothes!”