am-books Chapter 809
Chapter 809
Chapter 809: Chapter 16: King Bomb (Extra Chapter for Monthly Tickets!)_5 Chapter 809: Chapter 16: King Bomb (Extra Chapter for Monthly Tickets!)_5 It seemed just like dinner the night before last, she, who was always emotionally stable, could easily be angered by Yan Qiaoqiao until her blood pressure soared.
What was the reason for this?
Could there really be the so-called “bloodline backlash”...
Is every pair of parents the least patient with their own child?
Do they always think other people’s children are better?
Suddenly!
...
During the time Zhao Yingjun was adjusting her emotions,
Yan Qiaoqiao on the sofa started running again.
Not knowing what New World she had found, she hastened to the other side of the sofa.
“Ah, Qiaoqiao, slow down.”
Yan Mei immediately jogged over.
But it was too late!
The racing Yan Qiaoqiao bumped into a porcelain vase placed on a mahogany shelf.
That was one of Zhao Ruihai’s favorite collectibles!
It was a very precious item, not an antique of monumental value, but it was still somewhat famous in the antique world and had considerable artistic worth.
But now, it was tilting over at more than a 45-degree angle!
“Eh!
Qiaoqiao, be careful!”
Crash————
The invaluable porcelain vase fell to the floor and shattered, with porcelain shards scattering all over half of the living room...
Zhao Yingjun clenched her fists.
She felt her blood pressure becoming unsteady again.
She had seen mischievous children but never one this troublesome!
Now, surely her father couldn’t just sit by and do nothing?
Zhao Yingjun’s memory was still vivid; as a child, she had also sneaked into her father’s collection room.
She didn’t cause any damage, just touched a master’s calligraphic work and smeared it slightly.
As a result, her father flew into a rage and slapped her hand twice with a ruler, making little Zhao Yingjun cry from the pain.
Since then, she dared not step half a foot into her father’s collection room, the pain of those two slaps with the ruler still unforgettable.
And sure enough,
Zhao Ruihai turned pale with shock!
He darted forward, raising his right hand high and scooped up Yan Qiaoqiao, taking her away from the scene of the accident.
Then he sized up Yan Qiaoqiao:
“Are you alright, Qiaoqiao?
Yan Qiaoqiao looked up at Zhao Yingjun:
“Sister, good morning.”
It seemed that after a day’s worth of language learning, Yan Qiaoqiao could now string together a short sentence coherently.
After all, she only had amnesia, not learning the language from scratch, so her recovery was quite rapid.
Zhao Yingjun bent down,
Her eyes level with Yan Qiaoqiao, who was sitting on the sofa, they looked directly at each other.
She still couldn’t believe...
This grown girl was her biological daughter!
She would find it more acceptable if she were called her clone; the title of daughter was just too horrifying.
“Qiaoqiao.”
Zhao Yingjun pinched her little braids, smiling:
“Do you remember where you came from?”
Yan Qiaoqiao shook her head:
“I don’t remember.”
“Do you remember who your mother is?”
Yan Qiaoqiao shook her head:
“I don’t remember.”
“Do you know who your father is?”
Yan Qiaoqiao steadfastly shook her head:
“What is a father?”
Alright.
It seemed that the current Yan Qiaoqiao didn’t understand what ‘father’ meant, nor knew the biological relationship it implied.
Zhao Yingjun carefully observed every feature on Yan Qiaoqiao’s face.
She indeed found many similarities with herself...
Truthfully,
She wasn’t confident that if she were to have a daughter now, the child would resemble her more than Yan Qiaoqiao did.
On the sofa before her sat a miniaturized version of herself.
Zhao Yingjun couldn’t help but recall the time Lin Xian took her to the hospital’s genetics department, to conduct a DNA paternity test with a strange little girl.
She faintly remembered that the little girl’s name was Yu Xi, a beautiful name.
She was adorable and well-behaved.
But she was obviously healthier and more vibrant than Yan Qiaoqiao, with beautiful muscle contours, clearly a lively child who loved sports.
In contrast, Yan Qiaoqiao,
With her thin arms and legs, lacking any trace of muscle, looked exceptionally frail, just like a sheltered young lady who had never been exposed to the sun or participated in any sports.