He Qian-shan had a dream. In the dream, a little kid came out of nowhere and pestered Wu Peng-peng every day. He wanted Wu Peng-peng to accompany him even when eating and sleeping.
As soon as He Qian-shan showed a bit of dissatisfaction, the little kid would go to Wu Peng-peng and act pitiful, which made Wu Peng-peng give him the cold shoulder.
He Qian-shan was so angry that he woke up from the dream. With his eyes still closed, he pulled the person beside him over for comfort. "Miss Wu, I had a nightmare…"
Before he could finish his words, he found that the feeling was wrong. He Qian-shan opened his eyes sleepily and met a pair of eyes full of disgust.
Damn it! The nightmare has come true!
He Qian-shan was so scared that he pushed the person aside. "You… Why are you in my arms?"
The little god of appearance looked at him coldly. "You should be the one to answer that."
He was having a wonderful dream when he was suddenly pulled into someone's arms. He thought it was that gentle and beautiful elder sister, but when he opened his eyes, he saw that magnified face of his own.
"Can you be a bit more promising? You still act coquettishly after having a nightmare." The little god of appearance stared at him contemptuously. "Aren't you ashamed?"
He Qian-shan gave a proud snort. "I'm acting coquettishly with my wife. It's none of your business."
The little god of appearance was stuffed with a mouthful of dog food. He sat up angrily and prepared to get dressed and get out of bed.
Just as he finished getting dressed and was about to get out of bed, he suddenly heard He Qian-shan say, "I don't know how long you can stay here, but there's one thing I have to tell you. Don't make her angry, and never make her sad."
The little god of appearance was just about to say that he didn't know who was more childish and easier to make angry. When he looked up, he saw He Qian-shan's slightly red eyes, and he couldn't help but be stunned.
Thinking of the years when he lost her, He Qian-shan still felt scared. "I spent a great deal of effort to find her back. No one can make her sad, not even myself."
"Find her back?" The little god of appearance caught the key word in his words sharply. "You were once separated?"
He Qian-shan gave a dull grunt. After thinking for a while, he said magnanimously, "So don't be afraid in the future. You just need to believe that one day you will reunite."
The little god of appearance didn't know why he would say such things to him. He always felt that he seemed to have been severely hurt by this matter. Even now, the wound in his heart hadn't healed.
"Do you love her very much?"
"Of course." He Qian-shan, the master of showing off his wife, was on the line. He showed off to the little god of appearance proudly. "My wife is beautiful and gentle, and she's also nice to me. How could I not love her?"
The little god of appearance gave a disdainful tut. "A wife slave."
He Qian-shan attributed the little kid's behavior to jealousy and said happily, "I have a wife, and I'm willing to be a wife slave."
The little god of appearance gave him an annoyed look and got out of bed to wash up. He didn't want to stay with this imbecile for another minute.
He Qian-shan didn't mind being despised by himself. He took out his phone and sent a message to Wu Peng-peng, saying that he had a nightmare and his soul had been greatly traumatized. He needed her kiss to get better.
He waited for a long time, but Wu Peng-peng didn't come in to comfort him.
When he got out of bed and went out, he saw that Wu Peng-peng was in the living room watching TV with the little god of appearance. She had completely forgotten that she had a husband.
In the following days, He Qian-shan found that Wu Peng-peng's attention was all on the little god of appearance. Even when he showed off his good looks, he couldn't catch her attention.
He Qian-shan was so angry that he gritted his teeth secretly. He thought about how to throw the little kid out discreetly every day.
He tried once, but somehow, as soon as he went out, the little god of appearance became transparent, and no one else could see him at all.
He deliberately left the little god of appearance in the mall. When he drove all the way back home in a hurry, the little god of appearance was already sitting on the sofa calmly, eating the fruit peeled by his wife.
Then he received a warning from Wu Peng-peng. If he lost the little god of appearance again, she would divorce him. He had no choice but to give up.
One day, Wu Peng-peng was picked up by Wu Jun-chen to have dinner at the Wu family's house. Before she left, she told He Qian-shan to take good care of the little god of appearance.
He Qian-shan naturally agreed readily. As soon as Wu Peng-peng left home, he treated the little god of appearance like a slave. He asked him to tidy up the room one moment and do the laundry and mop the floor the next.
Rarely, the little god of appearance didn't talk back to him. He tidied up the house neatly according to his instructions.
He Qian-shan was very satisfied with this. To reward him, he cooked him a bowl of instant noodles and added a poached egg.
"Is this how you take care of me?" The little god of appearance looked at the instant noodles in the bowl. Thinking of the rich meals when Wu Peng-peng was at home, he suddenly felt a bit moody.
He missed Wu Peng-peng a little.
He Qian-shan gave him a look that said "love it or leave it" and buried his head in eating. After he finished eating, he left a sentence "Wash the dishes" and went back to the study.
The little god of appearance ate the instant noodles slowly and then washed the dishes. He waited for a long time, but Wu Peng-peng still didn't come back. Having nothing to do, he had no choice but to go to the study to find He Qian-shan.
Just as He Qian-shan finished explaining his work to Fu Heng, he saw a little head peeping in at the door. The sneaky look was a bit cute.
He put away his phone and asked with a suppressed smile, "Do you have something to see me about?"
The little god of appearance straightened his body and walked in generously. He cleared his throat and said, "Well, Lao He."
He Qian-shan raised an eyebrow. "What did you call me?"
The little god of appearance coughed lightly and said righteously, "You're thirty-three years old this year. What's wrong with me calling you Lao He?"
He Qian-shan was too lazy to argue with him. "Okay, whatever makes you happy. What do you want to see me about?"
The little god of appearance looked into his eyes and said seriously, "I have something to discuss with you."
He Qian-shan was amused by his solemn look. "Speak."
The little god of appearance fiddled with his fingers and hesitated for a long time before muttering, "Can you give your wife to me?"
He Qian-shan stood up abruptly, his eyes almost spitting fire. "What the hell?"
The little god of appearance hung his head, his face blushing almost to the point of bleeding. "… Give your wife to me."
He Qian-shan was so angry that he was about to explode. If it weren't for the fact that he would rely on this face in the future to win Wu Peng-peng's favor, he would definitely scratch this little face of his.
How shameless!
It was fine for him to live in his house, but he even wanted to rob his wife!
He Qian-shan was extremely angry and stared at him fiercely. "Don't you have a wife? Why do you want to rob mine!"
The little god of appearance was even more furious than him. "I'm only eight years old. Where would I get a wife!"
Seeing that he was such a jerk when he was a kid, He Qian-shan simply gave up on being a decent person. "If you're eight years old, just stay in the mountains obediently. What are you robbing my wife for!"
When Wu Peng-peng entered the house, she heard the arguing sound in the study. She quickly put down her things and ran upstairs.
The door of the study was wide open. The two people in the room were red in the face and staring at each other fiercely, as if they were going to pounce on each other and beat each other up the next second.
Wu Peng-peng quickly walked in to persuade them. "Why are you arguing?"
"Humph!"
"Humph!"
Both of them turned their heads to the other side and deliberately didn't look at each other.
Even their angry postures were exactly the same.
Wu Peng-peng suppressed her laughter and walked to the little god of appearance. She stroked his head and coaxed him gently, "Xiao Shan, don't be angry. I brought something delicious back for you."
Seeing this, He Qian-shan became even more angry.
His wife had been snatched away. He was so sad.
"You're not allowed to call this stinky kid Xiao Shan!" The crying child gets the candy. Who wants to be a mature adult? He just wants to be Wu Peng-peng's only little kid.
Seeing that he had even made his eyes red with anger, Wu Peng-peng felt both distressed and amused. She walked over and kissed the corner of his mouth. "Husband, don't be naughty."
He Qian-shan was like a cat that had been stroked. He immediately lost his temper, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were filled with uncontrollable smiles.
The little god of appearance saw the look in Wu Peng-peng's eyes when she looked at He Qian-shan. It was completely different from the look when she looked at him. Wu Peng-peng felt sorry for him, but she loved He Qian-shan.
Suddenly, an inexplicable emotion welled up in his heart. An indescribable sourness filled his chest, making him unable to look at the scene in front of him anymore.
He turned his head and walked out of the study. He walked into the next room and closed the door.
Wu Peng-peng looked at the closed door and was a bit worried. "What's wrong with him? Is he not feeling well?"
As she said this, she was about to knock on the door and go in. He Qian-shan stopped her. "I'll go."
Wu Peng-peng thought for a while and nodded in agreement. "You two have a good talk. You should give in to him. Don't make him angry again."
He Qian-shan responded with a smile. When he pushed the door open and went in, he saw the little god of appearance sitting on the floor by the window, hugging his legs and curling himself into a small ball. He looked so pitiful and helpless.
Although their time together in the past few days hadn't been pleasant, after all, he was his former self. Seeing him like this, He Qian-shan felt a slight twinge in his heart.
He stood at the door for a while before walking over and squatting down in front of the little god of appearance. He reached out his hand to touch his head.
The little god of appearance dodged sensitively and stared at him warily.
He Qian-shan sighed helplessly. He had so much hostility towards himself.
He looked at him silently for a while before saying gently, "You have to grow up well. You have a wonderful future."
"You'll have the best wife in the world, and soon you'll also have a lovely baby."
The little god of appearance was stunned. "… You have a child?"
"Yeah, it's been a month." He Qian-shan raised his eyebrows at him, looking extremely proud.
The little god of appearance twitched the corner of his mouth when he saw this. Could such a person be a father?
The two of them sat in silence for a long time. He Qian-shan stood up and reached out his hand to him. "Come on, let's go out. Don't let her worry."
The little god of appearance hesitated for a moment but still reached out his hand and let him pull him up.
When Wu Peng-peng saw the two of them come out hand in hand, she heaved a sigh of relief and waved to them with a smile. "Come on quickly. Uncle Second asked me to bring something delicious for you."
He Qian-shan immediately let go of the little god of appearance and walked over cheerfully. "What is it?"
Such a loser!
The little god of appearance spat in his heart, but there was a gradual smile in his eyes.
It turned out that he would be so happy when he grew up.
Just as he was about to walk over, he suddenly felt that his body was out of control. He looked down and saw that his body was becoming transparent.
"I think it's time for me to go." Actually, he was quite reluctant.
Wu Peng-peng rushed to his side and tried to grab his hand, but she only caught a handful of air. Her eyes were red with anxiety.
The little god of appearance reached out his hand to touch her face and gave her a gentle smile. "Miss Wu, don't be sad. We'll meet again."
Wu Peng-peng tried hard to hold back the sadness of parting and nodded with a smile. "Yes, you have to grow up well. I'll wait for you in the future."
The little god of appearance wanted to say a few more words, but suddenly he felt himself being pulled by a strong force and fell into the boundless darkness.
He suddenly opened his eyes and found himself lying on a cold bed. A strong musty smell came from his nose.
He stared blankly at the blackened ceiling above his head. He vaguely felt that he had just had a very beautiful dream, but he couldn't remember what had happened in the dream at all.
However, there was a vague thought in his heart. He had to live well and grow up well.
There should be very wonderful things waiting for him in the future.