1783: Am I Not Treating You Well Enough?

Am I Not Treating You Well Enough?

Ji Chi looked at Ran Ran with an expression that said, "You only know now." He continued, "We already know that daddy treats mommy the best. Since he would give everything to mommy, don't even think about fighting with mommy."

"You know?"

Ran Ran felt wronged. How did she go from the person Ji Ziming cared about the most to a child who was threatened by him with a knife?

"But you don't have to worry. You still have us to accompany you."

An An washed his hands and dried them before continuing, "Ran Ran, don't worry. You still have us to accompany you."

"Alright, I knew that Big Brother treats me the best."

Ran Ran was worried at first, but when she saw how confident An An was, she could not help but laugh. "Big brother, I'll be very touched that you treat me so well."

"Am I not treating you well enough?"

Ji Chi stood up and looked into Ran Ran's eyes. "You little lass, you're only thinking of big brother. What about me, your second brother?"

"You are definitely very nice to me. If not for Second Brother, I wouldn't even know that the little rabbit's clothes can be sewn."

Ran Ran felt guilty and did not dare to look at Ji Chi. Her expression was still conflicted as to whether she should tell him that she did not feel that he had helped her much earlier.

"I know that you're still thinking about Big Brother. It's alright. You'll know how good I am in the future."

Ji Chi did not care at all. He dried his hands and walked out of the washroom with the handkerchief on the table.

Ji Ziming was making noodles for Pei Ge and added vegetables, carrots, and broccoli. As long as there were fresh ingredients in the fridge, he would put in a little.

"Mommy, this is Auntie Mao's handkerchief. It's in the washroom."

Ji Chi walked up and placed the handkerchief where Pei Ge could see and said gently, "Mommy, there are words on this handkerchief."

"Okay, let me take a look."

Pei Ge received the handkerchief and saw the word 'Na' embroidered on it.

She had seen this handkerchief before. When she was in America, Pei Ge had seen a similar handkerchief on Mao Nana's forehead, but she was too precious to take it out.

The first time she saw it was when she parted ways with Mao Nana.

"Nana, this handkerchief is your most precious thing, right?"

In the airport, the two women lowered their heads in silence for a while before Pei Ge opened her mouth and took the handkerchief from Mao Nana.

"It's fine. Didn't you want to see this handkerchief?"

Mao Nana's eyes sparkled as she looked at Pei Ge with more sincerity.

"I know that this handkerchief has a special meaning to you. Although I don't know what it represents, I can tell from how much you treasure it."

She blinked her beautiful eyes, which were filled with tears.

Who did not have a past? Who did not have their own memories? Who did not have their own little secrets?

"This is the only thing that has been with me since I grew up. It's the only memento that can allow me to be part of my family."

"Is that why you're so protective of it?"

"Ge Ge, if you were me, you would understand my feelings right now. Since you're not me, you might not understand what this handkerchief means to me."

Mao Nana looked at Pei Ge seriously, but her heart was filled with worry for their impending separation. She was afraid that they would never meet again, but reality proved that all her fear was for nothing.

Perhaps the person you wanted to never meet again would appear in front of you in the next second, or the person you wanted to meet all these years would appear many years later.

Pei Ge's mind returned to the present as she stared at the handkerchief in her hands.

"Ping An, where did you get this handkerchief from?"

"It's on the washroom table."

Ji Chi raised his head and looked into Pei Ge's eyes. He spoke seriously. He had indeed taken it from the table, but there was more than just this handkerchief on it.

"Okay. I'll return this handkerchief to your Auntie Mao when she comes back."

"Mhm, okay. I'll get going now."

With that, he took a carrot from Ji Ziming and left.

"Hey, what are you doing with my carrots?"

Ji Ziming frowned as he watched little Ji Chi stand beside him and take away the remaining carrot.

"Daddy, this carrot is for the little rabbit."

Ji Chi met Ji Ziming's eyes bravely and felt slightly fearful when he saw his deep gaze.

"Where did the little rabbit come from?"

Ji Ziming asked again. The gentleness he exuded slowly surrounded little Ji Chi as he looked at his son with bright eyes.

"Ran Ran has a little rabbit and is currently bathing it. The little rabbit is a doll, so I…"

"Take it."

He turned around and said politely.

"Okay. Thank you, daddy."

Ji Chi happily took the carrots and left. He had not gone far when he heard Ji Ziming shout from the kitchen, "Ji Chi, why did you take all the carrots away?"

But it was already too late.

The carrot had already been thrown into the pond by little Ji Chi and Ran Ran was playing with it happily.

"Sister, this carrot is rabbit's favorite. I got it from daddy."

Ji Chi seemed to be asking for credit as his beautiful eyes shone with a weak light.

"Thank you, Second Brother."

"It's fine as long as you like it."

Ran Ran acted as though she had found a treasure as she placed the rabbit and carrot together. By the time Ji Ziming, who was wearing an apron, rushed to the washroom, Ran Ran had already washed the carrot and placed it on the exquisite plate in front of the rabbit. She looked mischievous and cute.

"Little bunny, you must eat properly. Only then can you grow up faster and know that there are many fun and delicious things in this world. I still want to be your mother and these two are your dads."

Ran Ran cupped her face, her chubby face still filled with longing and longing for the little white rabbit. However, when she saw Ji Ziming, she suddenly stopped talking and widened her eyes at him.

Her voice was weak. "Daddy, you…"

"Are there enough carrots? If not, I'll get you more."0

Ji Ziming wanted to follow Ji Chi to see how much carrots he had taken. He had cut half a bowl of carrots and there was half a stick on the chopping board, but in the blink of an eye, he only saw a few carrots in the bowl.

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