Luo Qianqian gave Luo Xinyue a sweet smile: "Dad."

"Hmm?"

"My brother and I both love you dearly." Luo Qianqian stood up and threw herself into Luo Xinyue’s embrace. For years without a father, she had often imagined her uncle in the father’s role and envied He Wenyu and the others for having a father to dote upon.

Whenever she had a problem, she would turn to her brother, letting him support her with his tender little shoulders.

Luo Xinyue was slightly taken aback, but then he laughed, holding Luo Qianqian with eyes that faintly flickered with emotion, and responded softly: "Hmm."

Wrapping her arms around Luo Xinyue’s neck and standing on tiptoe, Luo Qianqian planted a kiss on Luo Xinyue’s cheek: "To make up for when I was a child."

Luo Xinyue was slightly stunned, his tears almost spilling out, quickly lifting his head, unwilling to let such a shameful side be seen by his daughter.

When Qianqian was little, he had always been absent.

By the time he learned of Qianqian, she was no longer a little child, and wouldn’t casually kiss relatives.

Not to mention his own brother and nephews, even his own son likely didn’t receive such treatment, only An Hao had this kind of treatment when he was seen.

"Me too..." An Hao also joined in, Luo Xinyue bent down and picked him up, dropping a kiss on his cheek.

After so many years, Luo Xinyue felt the happiness of having children around for the first time.

An Hao stretched out his little hand towards Luo Qianqian, who naturally took him into her arms, and An Hao gave her a big kiss on the cheek: "I like my sister the most."

Luo Qianqian, unreserved, also planted a kiss on An Hao’s smooth little face, laughing: "An Hao is so adorable, sister likes you too."

An Hao proudly smirked at Mori.

He Wenyu instantly rubbed his forehead: "Qianqian, is your little brother a monster? He’s even bragging?"

"My An Hao knows a lot, doesn’t he?" Luo Qianqian was full of pride, gently rocking An Hao, she said.

An Hao raised his little hand, full of pride: "Yes."

"Come on, let’s recite a poem for Sister Xiao Yu." Luo Qianqian giggled proudly.

He Wenyu looked helpless; this wasn’t his own child, just a brother, such a look is prone to misunderstanding...

Okay, not really, he looks small enough like an elementary schooler, and even with a kid people would think of him as a brother...

Given his stature... sigh...

"A poem?" An Hao scratched his head: "Coo, coo, the osprey, on the Isle of the River..."

Luo Qianqian suddenly froze, while He Wenyu burst into laughter, almost suffocating.

This pesky child, why is his learning of poems so different from others?

"Who taught him this..." Elvis was also full of shock, not knowing what expression to make.

Luo Xinyue had a black line across his face: "Don’t even think about it, it must be that punk from Second Uncle’s family."

Luo Qianqian nodded complainingly; she and her brother would never teach such poems to a child who can barely babble, right?

Others might be enlightened by Tang poems, while their An Hao enlightened by Love Poems? Unbelievable...

Are they so worried An Hao won’t be able to marry? Starting from infancy to chase girls, huh?

"Did I recite it wrong, sister?" Seeing the peculiar gazes surrounding him, An Hao asked Luo Qianqian timidly.

Luo Qianqian quickly shook her head: "An Hao recited very well, so they were stunned, do you know any more?"

Hoping that Luo Yanran, the big troublemaker, wasn’t what she suspected!

"Peach blossoms blossom, shining brilliantly..."

"Anything else?" Luo Qianqian kept smiling, just that her gaze held a glint of murder.

"One more, it’s quite long, I only remember a few lines." An Hao scratched his head, unsure why his sister was interested in his poem reciting, but nonetheless poured out what little he knew: "The Emperor of Han prized beauty, long ruling sought in vain. The Yang Family has a daughter beginning to grow, reared in wondrous chambers unknown to others..."

Listening to An Hao’s recitation, Luo Qianqian clapped with satisfaction after he finished, then sent An Hao off to play with Mori, a dagger suddenly appearing in her hand and smiling at everyone: "I’ll go settle the education issue, you all eat first."

With that, she vanished.

He Wenyu blinked, fearfully: "Qianqian isn’t going to kill Brother Luo Si, is she?"

"Teaching things like that, killing him would be light." Elvis sighed softly, also speechless.

Luo Xinyue found it quite interesting: "Don’t you think An Hao’s a bit too precocious? At three, reading poetry seriously? A joke?"

"He only recites, An Hao’s memory is quite sharp, he remembers after hearing twice." He Wenyu shook his head: "He doesn’t know many words yet for sure, but it’s definitely not taught by Brother Luo Si."

After being fiercely scolded by Luo Qianqian who appeared out of nowhere, Luo Yanran reported to Qin Nuan and was unsurprisingly barred from entering the house.

Just as he was about to complain to his mom and grandma that his sister was ruining their marital relationship, Luo Yanwu came rushing in with another beating.

Feeling wronged, as he hadn’t yet climbed up, Luo Yanhao came in with another beating.

He sat firmly on the ground, awaiting the inevitable, and sure enough, he saw Uncle and Grandpa.

Nose bruised and face swollen, sitting on the ground full of grievance: "Is Qianqian going through menopause? It’s contagious..."

"Hmm?" Luo Shufan quietly stood behind him, watching. He hadn’t struck because Qianqian forbade him from doing so, giving him healing medicine to soothe the beaten Luo Yanran, leaving behind previously acquired items before hurriedly leaving.

Hearing the sound, Luo Yanran shuddered, turning his head to see Luo Shufan, instantly wearing a wry smile: "You’re not here to hit me too, are you?"

"I’d like to, but Qianqian didn’t allow it." Calmly taking out healing medicine: "Did you teach An Hao love poems?"

Luo Yanran widened his eyes, caught off guard for this reason, feeling slightly guilty: "I was worried he’d struggle to find a wife in the future..."

"How old is An Hao, hmm?" Luo Shufan was nearly amused with anger, needing to worry about the future of a child barely three years old? Don’t think you’re looking too far ahead?

"I didn’t know he has such a good memory; I casually read it twice and he memorized it. If I had such a brain, wouldn’t I already be a scientist?" Luo Yanran rubbed his arms, feeling aggrieved: "Qianqian is too harsh, aiming precisely at one spot."

Rolling his eyes, others might not know, but their family surely does, what’s hanging around An Hao’s neck isn’t just an ordinary pendant? It clearly indicates Green Spirit and Purple Spirit.

"She heeds your wife’s account..." Luo Shufan’s face was full of helplessness: "Go to my place later and take something to pacify your wife; but as for future child education, you better not get involved. Qianqian has already escalated it from top to bottom, not even letting Second Uncle off. Though Luo Xihan isn’t here, Communication Spirit Jade solves that issue."

"How ruthless..." Luo Yanran was on the verge of tears...