Stay Home Daddy: I Was Reborn After My Daughter Passed Away
Chapter 199: One hundred and ninety-nine, it’s actually a good thing that your sister doesn’t come back_1

Chapter 199: One hundred and ninety-nine, it’s actually a good thing that your sister doesn’t come back_1

He looked over at Ji Pianran with disbelief.

Ji Pianran hadn’t expected the little one to spill the beans so quickly; she had planned to surprise Gu Chen when they got home.

Now that her plan was revealed, she pursed her lips, looking at Tangtang with a mixture of laughter and tears.

"Little mouth runs quite fast!"

The little one didn’t understand and looked at her mother with pride.

She just wanted to tell Daddy!

To make Daddy as happy as she was!

Gu Chen asked Ji Pianran, "You bought something for me?"

Truth be told, he felt reluctant to spend his wife’s money. She was there to sell embroidery; a piece of embroidery earned them at most a few hundred yuan. He wanted her to save it, knowing she had endured poverty and hunger with him.

Having money in hand definitely made one feel more secure.

He wanted her to feel absolutely secure.

Ji Pianran nodded shyly, handing over her own bag with some nervousness, afraid that Gu Chen might not like it.

"I, I think it looks quite nice, and it’s your size. If you don’t like it..."

Truth be told, Ji Pianran didn’t know what she would do if Gu Chen didn’t like it.

She desperately hoped he would.

Seeing her somewhat restrained demeanor, Gu Chen’s heart nearly melted.

Without letting her finish, Gu Chen pulled her into an embrace, his eyes filled with deep affection, "I like it, as long as it’s from you, I like it all."

He not only liked the clothes she gave, but he also liked her, the person!

His voice was very pleasant, soft, carrying the breeze of spring as it flowed into Ji Pianran’s ear.

Their skin touched, their heartbeats overlapping.

Feeling his strong heartbeat and listening to his whispers by her ear.

She felt as if her ears were melting, her heart skipped a beat, and her face turned red uncontrollably.

"Liar, you haven’t even looked!"

Ji Pianran really felt a bit overwhelmed.

Gu Chen pecked her lips with a kiss.

He smiled like a sated fox, "Looking at you is enough, the clothes must be nice, but definitely not as nice as you."

His lips were soft; even a butterfly kiss from him carried a unique heat, as if it could melt her completely.

Ji Pianran’s heartbeat uncontrollably quickened, and quickened again.

Tangtang, seeing Daddy kiss Mommy, felt her little jar of jealousy tip over.

"Daddy, Tangtang wants a kiss too, the same kind Mommy got!"

Daddy had only ever kissed her cheek, never her lips.

She also wanted a kiss like that.

Gu Chen: "!!!!"

Seeing the grievance in his little one’s eyes, he was torn between laughter and helplessness, rubbing his brow, both exasperated and amused.

"Tangtang, be good, only Mommy can have kisses like that," he coaxed gently.

"No, Tangtang wants a kiss, I want one!"

The little one pouted, too young to understand love or why she couldn’t kiss Daddy the same way.

Seeing that Tangtang was about to burst into tears, Ji Pianran tenderly held her in her arms.

"This is a kiss that only Daddy can give Mommy. When Tangtang finds someone she likes and he becomes your husband, you will also have such kisses, understand?"

The little one gazed at Ji Pianran half-understandingly, her voice full of grievance, "What’s a husband?"

Ji Pianran blinked, explaining patiently.

"Well, a husband is like a spouse, just like the relationship between Daddy and Mommy. Daddy is Mommy’s husband, and also Mommy’s spouse, so Daddy can kiss Mommy like this."

Hearing this, Gu Chen’s eyelids twitched.

His heartbeat missed a beat.

Goodness, was he admitting he was her husband now?

It sounded so exhilarating!

He really wanted her to sincerely call him that, just once!

...

The weather was nice today, and it was the best time for sunlight.

Ji Chu had been pushing Ji Guangsheng in his wheelchair, basking in the sun downstairs of the hospital.

He was covered with a white fleece blanket.

The sunlight scattered over his graying hair, and perhaps because of the warmth, Ji Guangsheng became a bit drowsy. His eyes, full of wrinkles, were almost closed, and he was about to fall asleep.

Ji Chu looked at his father with a somewhat sorrowful expression.

If he remembered correctly, his father was only forty-nine this year.

Not yet fifty, and yet the hair on his head was graying. Despite daily nourishment and the doctor’s assurance that there were no major issues, his complexion looked more haggard with each passing day.

At this rate, he had no idea when his father’s health would fully recover.

Given that the Ji Family was currently in a predicament, the prospect of returning to school might already be a luxury for him. He did not ask to go back to the quiet of the library to read in peace, but only wished for his father’s swift recovery.

The wooden corridor behind the hospital was not busy. There were only year-round lush pines and a small lake, its waters shimmering.

It looked peaceful and beautiful, spontaneously instilling a sense of tranquility in onlookers.

Ji Chu pushed the wheelchair nonchalantly, and perhaps due to the overly warm sunlight, after a few steps, Ji Guangsheng fell fast asleep.

A photo slipped from his hand wrapped in the blanket and fluttered to the ground.

Ji Chu hurriedly picked it up and looked at it closely.

It was a traditional Chinese family portrait.

In the photo, Wu Shuhui was only in her twenties, dressed in a white qipao, looking very happy from the expression on her face.

In her arms was Ji Chu, wearing a Tang suit and probably around one year old, chubby and not yet grown out, with a gold necklace particularly striking against his chubby neck.

Ji Guangsheng in the photo appeared to be in his twenties as well, wearing a Zhongshan suit. His sturdy and upright figure, crew cut hair, and spirited eyebrows gave him an energetic and ambitious look.

He was holding a girl in his arms. The daughter, with two small braids, wore a red Tang suit and had a gold necklace around her neck as well.

Her eyes, which seemed to speak, smiled warmly; her long eyelashes were full of spirit, making her look incredibly beautiful.

She resembled a New Year picture doll.

Ji Chu’s gaze lingered on the girl for a long time before he softly murmured, "Sis..."

This was his runaway elder sister, Ji Pianran.

He did not know whether she would return or when the siblings might see each other again.

All he knew was that his father, who seemed strong and indifferent and seldom mentioned his sister, kept this photo because he missed her desperately.

Ji Guangsheng on the wheelchair slowly opened his eyes and saw his son looking at the photo, weakly calling out.

"Ji Chu."

His voice was somewhat aged, but it was decisive and without drag.

Ji Chu turned back, "Dad."

"Don’t tell your mom; she’s a worrier," Ji Guangsheng began.

Ji Chu understood what his father was implying. He did not want his mother to know that he still dwelled on his daughter, so as not to make her cry.

He nodded, "I understand."

Ji Guangsheng glanced at the distant sun and squinted his eyes before turning the wheelchair around on his own.

"At this time, it’s actually a good thing that your sister hasn’t come back," he murmured, as if talking to himself.

Hearing this, Ji Chu’s eyes conveyed his discontent.

"But she’s my real sister. What if she’s not doing well out there?"