svetikya Chapter 96 Renxue, are you a picky eater?
Chapter 96 Renxue, are you a picky eater?
Chapter 96 Qian Renxue, are you a picky eater?
in reality.
Bibi Dong felt a slight weight lift off her body as she regained control.
She looked at her still stunningly beautiful face in the mirror, yet with a hint of weariness, and slowly raised her hand, her fingertips gently touching the cold mirror surface.
The person in the mirror is her, yet it seems like she isn't.
The Bibi Dong who was always full of resentment, despair, and madness seems to be fading away little by little.
"Pinch the face, huh?!"
Bibi Dong murmured something under her breath, her feelings a complex mix of emotions.
She turned around, blew out the extra candles in the palace, leaving only a dim light, and prepared to take off her heavy papal robes to rest.
however.
Just as she loosened her collar, a familiar and faint divine aura quietly slipped into the guarded area of the Pope's bedroom.
The aura was cautious and hesitant, lingering at the doorway.
Qian Renxue is here again.
No need to guess, it must be because of what happened during the day.
Although the child received Qian Daoliu's "acknowledgment" in the Hall of Worship, it was clear that the despairing truths did not make her give up. Or rather, she needed a more concrete explanation, a more "human" comfort.
This kind of comfort is something that Qian Daoliu cannot provide now, and Bibi Dong cannot provide either.
Bibi Dong's fingers curled slightly.
She stood there, hesitating for a long time, a hint of struggle flashing in her eyes.
In the past, she would have not hesitated to have Qian Renxue driven away, or simply avoided her altogether.
But today—
"Nanfeng".
Bibi Dong called out softly in her heart.
"What?" Nan Feng's lazy voice echoed from within the sea of consciousness. "Weren't you telling me to sleep?"
Bibi Dong bit her lip, her voice somewhat stiff: "She's here."
"Could you—go out and try to comfort her?"
"ha?"
Nan Feng's voice instantly rose eight octaves, sounding somewhat incredulous: "You want me to coax her?"
"Big sister, are you running a fever? Who was it that threw a tantrum a few days ago because she called me 'teacher,' refusing to let me onto the bed and almost turning on me?"
"What? Did the sun rise in the west today? You actually asked me to go and approach her?"
Bibi Dong neither explained nor refuted, but remained silent for a few seconds before asking in a low voice, "Are you going or not?"
Within the sea of spirit, Nan Feng remained silent for a while.
He could sense the awkwardness and concession in Bibi Dong's emotions. For someone as proud and stubborn as her, this was an extremely rare change.
"----OK."
Nan Feng stood up.
"You can go."
"But we have to be upfront about the unpleasant aspects."
"I've been a huge help to you tonight, acting and getting revenge for you, and now I even have to help you take care of the kids."
"so----"
"After you've put the kids to bed, don't kick me out of bed again tonight."
Bibi Dong did not respond, but silently turned around, turned her back to the door, and walked towards the bed in the inner room.
This is tacit consent.
The night was as dark as ink, and the moonlight was faint.
In the royal garden behind the Papal Palace, all was quiet except for the occasional chirping of insects.
Nan Feng slowly emerged from the darkness and immediately spotted the small figure sitting on the stone steps, hugging her knees.
A thousand feet of snow.
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She had clearly been waiting here for a long time; her thin clothes were damp with the night dew, and her long, golden hair was disheveled and clung to her cheeks.
"Tsk."
Nan Feng shook his head speechlessly and slowly strolled over: "Hey, Miss, what time is it?"
"Why are you out here feeding mosquitoes in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"
Upon hearing the sound, Qian Renxue turned around abruptly.
Looking at the "teacher" in front of her, her eyes instantly welled up with tears. But she stubbornly refused to let the tears fall, instead biting her lip tightly and staring at him for a long time.
"teacher----"
Qian Renxue's voice was somewhat hoarse, with a strong nasal tone: "What exactly happened during the day?"
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Nan Feng found a clean stone stool to sit on, crossed his legs, and said nonchalantly, "What's going on? Didn't you see everything?"
"I'm just presenting the facts. How you interpret them is your own business."
"You can think I'm lying, or you can think I'm framing your deadbeat father. Whatever you want, I don't care."
"My stance has already been made very clear in front of the Papal Palace. For you to come here and ask me now is simply asking a question you already know the answer to."
"Qian Renxue, are you out of your mind, or do you think I would make up a nice-sounding lie just to make you happy?"
"This behavior is stupid."
After being rebuked by Nan Feng, Qian Renxue's face paled. She bit her lip hard until she tasted blood, then forced back her tears.
"I know----"
She lowered her head, her voice trembling: "I know it's true—Grandpa has already admitted it."
"but----"
Qian Renxue suddenly raised her head, her eyes flashing with a stubborn light: "Back then, before my grandfather appeared, before you wanted to tell me about those ten years that disappeared."
"I want to know, what exactly does that mean?"
"I saw it very clearly. At that time, Grandpa Jin'e and the others were terrified. They were even willing to kill people to cover it up. Even Grandpa had to show up to stop them because of this."
"What exactly is that secret?"
Nan Feng raised an eyebrow, his tone indifferent: "What's it to you?"
"It's related!"
Qian Renxue said urgently, her voice becoming sharper: "I have a feeling! This matter—is directly related to why Mom hates me so much, why she never hugs me, and even wants to kill me!"
"I want to know the truth!"
Looking at the little girl who was stuck in a dead end, Nan Feng sighed helplessly.
"Qian Renxue, I have a question for you."
Nan Feng pointed a finger at her: "Your mother doesn't like you. So, what did you do wrong?"
Qian Renxue was taken aback, the light in her eyes dimmed, and she shook her head blankly: "I—I don't know."
"Ever since I can remember, she has disliked me. No matter how well I do, no matter how hard I try to cultivate myself, the only thing she ever looks at me with is indifference and disgust."
"I—I don't know what I did wrong."
"Since you didn't do anything wrong."
Nan Feng shrugged, interrupting her self-pity: "Since you don't know anything and haven't done anything wrong..."
"So if she doesn't like you, does that mean it has absolutely nothing to do with you?"
Qian Renxue opened her mouth, speechless for a moment. Logically, it seemed so, but emotionally, she couldn't accept it.
"Since it's not your problem, then it can only be Bibi Dong's problem, or your deadbeat father's problem," Nan Feng continued.
"What business is it of yours, a little kid, to meddle in adults' messes? Why do you have to worry about other people's business?"
"But I want to know why!" Qian Renxue shouted stubbornly.
"I—I want to know why she doesn't like me—"
"What good will it do to know?"
Nan Feng interrupted her.
"Now that you know the truth, can you change that fact?"
"The root of the problem isn't you; it's the grudges of the previous generation, a settled fact. What can you do about it?"
"If you're powerless to change it, why reopen old wounds? Are you tired of living comfortably and want to suffer for yourself?"
Nan Feng stood up and looked down at her: "If someone doesn't like you, that's their problem. They have no obligation to like you."
"But she's my mother!"
Qian Renxue finally couldn't hold back anymore, tears welling up in her eyes, and she hysterically roared, "She's my biological mother! What mother doesn't love her own child?"
"If she hates me so much, if she despises me so much, then why did she give birth to me in the first place?!"
Seeing Qian Renxue break down in tears, the playfulness in Nan Feng's eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by a profound calm.
Instead of answering the question directly, he suddenly asked a completely unrelated one: "Qian Renxue, are you a picky eater?"
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