Je vends des vêtements et j'achète du vin à boire avec toi

Chapitre 50

Feng Ning trembled slightly. She dared not. The impact of giving birth to Bao'er was too great. If bad memories could disappear, fade, or be erased, Bao'er could not. She was a living person. She would grow up, become sensible, ask where her father was, care about the opinions of those around her, and even her background could affect her marriage and ruin her life.

Feng Ning shook her head, crying. She believed that the right thing to do was to take Bao'er away from the Long family and the Feng family and find a place where no one knew them.

“Feng’er…” Long San became anxious when he saw her shake her head.

"I still can't be with you."

"Why not? I'm willing to stay by your side, who can stop me?"

"Your family won't agree to me coming back in," Feng Ning said, offering the safest excuse.

“My decision is valid, of course. Otherwise, my second brother wouldn’t have sent me out to chase after you.”

“Then my family won’t let me off the hook either.” Feng Ning wiped away the tears on her face. “I remember now, my mother told me at the Long family that the Feng family had a great grudge that hadn’t been avenged. Could it be that the Long and Feng families have a deep-seated feud, and that’s why she made me marry into this family? You finally managed to get rid of me, but if I go back, my mother will definitely instruct me to do things that are bad for your family again. Then we will be in the same predicament as before…”

"Feng'er, she's ordering you to do something detrimental to me. Would you do it?"

"Of course not. I..." Feng Ning hurriedly agreed, but then stopped talking after thinking about it.

Long San held her shoulders and said, "We can work together to understand your family's grudges and then resolve them."

"What if it can't be resolved?"

"Then just treat it like a fart and let it go." Long San thought for a moment and then said, "Just pretend we've all hidden in the melon patch, why bother with that fart?"

He joked about embarrassing things that happened to Feng Ning when she was little, which made her laugh, but she still had a question: "Then, what if someone comes to claim their daughter..."

"That's perfect." Long San gritted his teeth: "I'll chop him up!"

Feng Ning stared blankly at him. Long San stroked her face and said, "Even if he doesn't come looking for me, I will. I can't let you live in fear for the rest of your life. If he bullies you, I will make him wish he were dead."

Feng Ning was so moved that tears welled up in her eyes again. She quickly sniffed and asked, "What if I regain my memories and remember that I did indeed like someone else..."

"Am I worse than him?" Long San interrupted Feng Ning's assumption without any politeness: "Since you've fallen for me, you naturally can't fall for anyone else. Even if you regain your memories, I'll make you fall for me again. Once I've chopped that person up, you'll naturally give up."

Feng Ning stared at him. Long San lowered his head and gently kissed her lips, then used tenderness to seduce her: "Bao'er is our daughter. I'll protect you, and I'll protect her. Let's find the truth together, and live a good life together, okay?"

Feng Ning opened her mouth, about to say "okay," but then swallowed it back. She thought and thought, struggling to say, "I, I need to ask Bao'er what she thinks. I mean, what if Bao'er... well, anyway, I need to think about it some more."

"Fine, whatever you want." Long San hugged her tightly and lowered his head to kiss her: "Think whatever you want." He forcefully pried open her lips, entered her mouth, and kissed her deeply.

Long San had always given the impression of being gentle, affectionate, and nonchalant, but from this moment on, Feng Ning realized that Long San was nothing more than a wolf in sheep's clothing! A big lecher! All that gentleness and humility was a facade, a facade!

She clearly said she wanted to talk to Bao'er, but Long San knew that it was best to strike first. Before she could talk to Bao'er, he took her away to go shopping. When they came back, they had windmills, dough figurines, and a treasure box. Bao'er had a new hair tie in her hair, a small flower in her hair, a small silver bracelet on her wrist, and was holding a bouquet of flowers. She sat on Long San's arm and came back happily and cheerfully.

Feng Ning knew things were going to go wrong the moment she saw that. Sure enough, when she was playing with Bao'er's new toys, Bao'er said, "Your Highness, can Uncle be Bao'er's daddy?"

Feng Ning was completely bewildered: "Why did you suddenly think of this?"

Bao'er wrung her little hands and whispered, "Uncle said he really wants a baby girl so he can be a good daddy. Hmm, didn't Mom say that Bao'er's daddy is gone? So Bao'er thinks, Bao'er doesn't have a daddy, and Uncle doesn't have a daughter..."

Feng Ning pretended not to understand and remained silent, cursing Long San eight times in her heart. He was so cunning; he wanted to be a father himself, but he was finding ways to make Bao'er want to be his daughter.

Bao'er bit her lip and looked at Feng Ning with great longing: "Your Majesty, the adults always talk about Bodhisattva, saying that if a child is good, Bodhisattva will give the child good things. Your Majesty praised Bao'er for being good, so does that mean Bodhisattva sent Uncle to be Bao'er's father?" If she brings up Bodhisattva, will Mother agree?

Feng Ning didn't know how to answer, and thought for a while: "Bao'er, let me think about this. I need to ask the Bodhisattva about her intentions. If the Bodhisattva doesn't mean it this way, Bao'er can't force Uncle to be a father, right?"

"Then, where should Mother go to ask the Bodhisattva?"

"The Bodhisattva is a deity. If Mother cannot be found, we must wait for the Bodhisattva to come and find Mother."

"What if the Bodhisattva arrives late? Will Uncle find another doll to be his daughter?" Bao'er asked anxiously. "Bao'er is more obedient than other dolls, Your Highness, please pray to the Bodhisattva for Bao'er."

Feng Ning gritted her teeth inwardly. What she wanted to do was not to pray to the Bodhisattva, but to beat that bastard Long San to a pulp.

Bao'er was still unaware that her mother had tricked her. She had clearly asked Long San if he could be her father, but the conversation had veered off to the Buddha. She pulled Feng Ning to find Long San and said earnestly, "Uncle, don't rush to find the baby yet, wait for Bao'er."

"What are you waiting for Bao'er for?" Long San squatted down and asked softly. He was cooking in the kitchen. He had promised Bao'er on the street earlier that day that he would cook her a meal himself.

Bao'er looked at Feng Ning somewhat shyly, then lowered her head and whispered, "Bao'er also wants to be Uncle's daughter..." Taking advantage of Bao'er's inability to see, Long San looked up and smiled smugly at Feng Ning, who also took the opportunity to glare at him forcefully.

Bao'er continued, "But Her Majesty still needs to wait for the Bodhisattva to come and ask her if it's alright, so Uncle, please wait for Bao'er a little longer, okay?"

Long San's smugness froze on his face, and now it was Feng Ning's turn to smile. Bao'er, waiting for no reply, timidly looked up, her eyes reddening. Long San quickly picked her up: "Okay, Uncle will wait for Bao'er. But why did you ask the Bodhisattva?"

Bao'er paused for a moment, feeling that she had understood everything when she talked to her mother earlier, so why couldn't she remember why she asked the Bodhisattva? She shook her head and honestly replied, "I don't remember."

Long San smiled gently: "It's okay if you don't remember. Bao'er likes Uncle, right?"

Bao'er nodded vigorously, and Long San rubbed his face against hers: "The Bodhisattva will agree, Uncle will go find her."

“But Mother said that the Bodhisattva is a deity, and we have to wait for the Bodhisattva to come to us.”

“Your mother isn’t familiar with the Bodhisattva, but your uncle is. Don’t worry, Bao’er.”

Bao'er's eyes widened with joy, and she turned back to Feng Ning with delight, saying, "Mother, Mother, Uncle is familiar with the Bodhisattva, so we won't have to wait too long." She happily hugged Long San's neck.

When Feng Ning couldn't see, she mouthed two words to Long San: "Liar!" Long San replied with three words: "You too!"

Bao'er was unaware of their rivalry, but she was very curious about the food Long San was going to cook. Long San named the dishes for her one by one, which made Bao'er very happy. Feng Ning also perked up and went over to take a look. Long San took the opportunity to quickly steal a kiss on her lips and whispered, "If you do anything naughty again, I won't let you eat."

"Don't feed him? He dares!" Feng Ning put her hands on her hips, ready to lash out, but Long San shoved the looking-around Bao'er into Feng Ning's arms. Feng Ning quickly caught her with both hands. As Bao'er turned her head, Long San stole another kiss. Feng Ning was annoyed now, but before she could say anything, Long San said to Bao'er, "Bao'er, Uncle will make you something delicious. Next time, I'll have your mother make you some snacks."

Bao'er said, "Your Majesty's cooking is not good." Feng Ning was not ashamed at all and said, "I can't make desserts."

Long San's heart skipped a beat. He looked at her carefully for a moment, then subtly changed the subject.