Qian Renxue Cries Her Eyes Out

After eating and drinking his fill, Luo Dong released his little mouth and let out a burp.

This time, he didn't fall asleep immediately like before.

He had slept so soundly last night that he was full of energy now and had no intention of sleeping.

Opening his black grape-like eyes, he reached out his little hand and grabbed a strand of Bibi Dong's hair that was hanging down.

He held it tightly, unwilling to let go.

Bibi Dong tidied her clothes and looked down at him.

The little fellow was holding her hair, grinning happily, and gently tugging at her hair with his little hand, as if playing with a fun toy.

He would pull it, then let go, then grab it again, pull it again, amusing himself with giggles.

Bibi Dong's smile grew even wider, amused by the child.

She didn't pull her hair back, letting him play with it.

She didn't mind that the strand of hair was all wrinkled from his grip.

After playing for a while.

Bibi Dong gently pulled her hair out of his little hand.

It was time to get up and wash.

She got up and walked to the door, instructing a maid to bring warm water.

Soon, a copper basin was brought in, with faint steam rising from the water.

Bibi Dong rolled up her sleeves and washed herself first.

The water splashed on her face, completely dispelling the fatigue from a night of cultivation.

Then she picked up a soft towel, dipped it in warm water, wrung it out until it was half dry, and returned to the bedside to wipe Luo Dong's face.

The towel gently wiped his forehead, eyes, nose, cheeks, and chin, each part with tenderness and care.

Luo Dong found the wiping extremely comfortable, his eyes narrowed, and he let out a contented hum.

After washing, Bibi Dong had a simple breakfast.

Then she picked up Luo Dong and walked towards the side hall again.

She was going to complete the second step of the System Mission.

Learning from the wet nurse.

The corridor of the side hall was exceptionally bright in the morning light.

Bibi Dong, holding Luo Dong, walked through the corridor and stopped again at Nurse Zhou's door.

Knock, knock.

The door opened quickly.

Nurse Zhou stood at the door. Seeing Bibi Dong again, she wasn't as surprised this time. Her gaze lingered on the infant in her arms for a moment before she said respectfully, "Your Highness."

"I'd like to ask you some more questions," Bibi Dong said directly. "How to better raise a child. From morning to night, from eating to sleeping, tell me all the details that need attention. The more detailed, the better."

Nurse Zhou was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

She stepped aside, letting Bibi Dong in, brought a chair for her to sit down, and then stood by, beginning to explain carefully.

Starting with how many times a day an infant should be fed, how to tell if the child is full, how large a baby's stomach capacity is, how often they get hungry, and how to pat their back to help them burp.

After feeding, you should hold them upright and gently pat their back, from bottom to top, until they burp, otherwise they might spit up milk.

She also talked about how to tell if the child had urinated or defecated by feeling under the small blanket, what to pay attention to when changing diapers, how long a baby should sleep each day, and how to create a comfortable sleep environment for him.

"Also," Nurse Zhou added, "infants can't speak, and crying is their only way of expressing themselves. They cry when they're hungry, when they've urinated, and when they're uncomfortable.

But different cries actually have differences. The cry of hunger is short and forceful, one after another, with very short pauses in between. The cry of urination is intermittent, crying a few times, pausing for a while, then crying a few more times.

The cry of discomfort is sharp and high-pitched, and the body will twist around. Madam can distinguish them after listening a few more times."

Bibi Dong listened very attentively.

She silently noted down every key point in her heart and asked a question or two when she encountered something she didn't quite understand.

Nurse Zhou also explained in great detail, laying out all her parenting experience for her to see.

Meanwhile, outside the corridor.

A small figure once again peeked out from the door of her room.

Qian Renxue bit her lip, her eyes already filled with tears.

She heard her mother's voice.

Mother had gone to Nurse Zhou's again, asking about how to raise a child. It was for that little brother.

Mother was so good to that little brother, feeding him, bathing him, and now even learning how to raise him.

But Mother had never treated her like that.

Not even once.

Her heart felt so sour.

It was even sourer than yesterday.

That sourness surged from the deepest part of her chest, rising to her throat and her eyes, impossible to hold back no matter how hard she tried.

Qian Renxue turned and ran out of the Side Hall.

Her small figure stumbled out through the side door, running to the stone steps outside the hall, where she plopped down.

The Little Girl, only three years old, sat on the wide stone steps, her two short legs dangling over the edge, her shoulders heaving as she began to sob.

She didn't dare to cry out loud.

She was afraid her mother would hear.

She was afraid her mother would use that cold voice again to tell her to go back to her room.

She could only suppress her cries, large tears falling onto her knees, soaking a large patch of her skirt.

Just then, a large hand rested gently on the top of her head.

"Xiao Xue?"

Qian Renxue looked up through tear-blurred eyes and saw a face covered in wrinkles, yet incomparably kind.

Golden long hair, a white robe, and an aura of faint holy light radiating from his entire body.

Those eyes were filled with heartache.

Qian Daoliu.

The Grand Elder of Martial Soul Hall, the Guardian of the Angel God, a ninety-nine-level Peerless Douluo.

He was also the only person in the entire Martial Soul Hall who truly cherished her.

Qian Daoliu had originally just stopped by to see his granddaughter.

As a grandfather, he truly loved Qian Renxue.

The child was beautiful, sensible, and clever; even at such a young age, she knew not to cause trouble for others. The more well-behaved she was, the more it made one's heart ache for her.

That was why he would come to see her every few days, sometimes bringing small snacks, other times just sitting with her for a while.

He hadn't expected that upon arriving, he would see his precious granddaughter sitting alone on the stone steps, crying.

Crying so bitterly.

Qian Daoliu's heart tightened instantly.

He sat down on the stone step next to Qian Renxue, not minding the dirt, and reached out to wrap his arm around his granddaughter's small shoulders, asking in a softened voice, "What's wrong?"

When Qian Renxue saw it was her grandfather, the grievances she had been suppressing finally found an outlet.

"Grandpa—"

She wailed and threw herself into Qian Daoliu's arms, her small body trembling violently from her sobs.

"Mommy—I want Mommy—" she said between cries, her voice intermittent and choked, barely able to form a sentence, "I want Mommy to hold me—I want to sleep with Mommy—just like the Little Brother—"

The hand Qian Daoliu was using to pat her back paused slightly.

Little Brother.

Of course, he had heard about it.

Bibi Dong had brought an Infant back from the outside; this was no secret in Martial Soul Hall, and servants had reported it to him long ago.

He had only frowned at the time and said nothing more.

After all, it was the sin his son had committed; what did it matter if Bibi Dong picked up a child to raise?

But now it seemed the problem wasn't the child.

The problem was that Bibi Dong was treating that adopted child far too well, while leaving her own biological daughter out in the cold.

"Mommy feeds the Little Brother—bathes the Little Brother—and sings to coax him to sleep—" Qian Renxue cried until she was out of breath, her small hands clutching Qian Daoliu's robe tightly, as if afraid he would leave too, "Mommy even went to find Nurse Zhou—to learn how to raise the Little Brother—she has never asked about me—not even once—waaaaah—"

Qian Renxue cried messily, her tears and snot smearing onto Qian Daoliu's pristine white robe.

By the end, her voice was hoarse, her little face flushed red, and her whole body was convulsing with sobs, looking as pitiful as if she had been abandoned by the entire world.