I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 70 - 66: Holding the Chubby Doll

Chapter 70: Chapter 66: Holding the Chubby Doll

The day after the exam there was still a day off.

Qingran got up as usual, but Li Qingmo just couldn’t get up and slept till noon.

Luo Xi ran over early in the morning to make fun of Li Qingmo, and along with her came the little chubby Liu Xiaoxia.

Seeing Aunt Liu and Qingran, Luo Xi looked like she found her saviors, and stuffed the little chubby into Qingran’s arms: "Ranran, this fatty is almost killing me, help me take care of her."

The two-year-old chubby girl, who somehow developed a habit of eating her hand, didn’t respond when she was shifted to another embrace, continuing to chew her hand while lying on Qingran’s shoulder.

It wasn’t Qingran’s first time holding a child, but she still felt a little helpless holding such a chubby baby.

"Cousin," she carefully held the chubby girl and sat down on the sofa, "Why did you bring little chubby... Xiaoxia here?"

"Her!" Luo Xi pointed at the little girl with a displeased face, "She insisted on following me. If I walked away, she would start crying loudly, I had no choice. Hearing that I was coming here, my mom asked me to bring her along."

The little chubby girl knew her sister was talking about her, she turned her head towards her sister and smiled, saliva dripping down from her hand.

"Yuck!" Luo Xi grimaced in disgust, she pulled a piece of tissue from the table to wipe the little chubby’s drool, forcefully removed the chubby hand from her mouth, and even threatened, "If you keep sucking your hand, I’ll send you home."

Scared by her sister’s harsh tone, the little chubby pouted and lay clinging to Qingran, looking like she was about to cry but not crying.

Qingran’s heart nearly melted, couldn’t help but hug the little chubby tighter, and scolded Luo Xi, "Cousin, don’t be harsh on her."

Luo Xi snorted coldly, lazily leaning back on the sofa, "She’s just pretending to be pitiful, she often plays this trick at home."

Qingran was surprised, "She knows how to act pitiful at such a young age?"

"Um-hmm." Luo Xi responded nonchalantly, her addiction to surfing the internet was flaring up again, "Where’s your brother? Still not up?"

Qingran glanced upstairs, "Not yet."

Luo Xi left a remark "I’ll go wake him," and went upstairs rubbing her hands.

Aunt Liu loved kids, unfortunately, Liu Xiaoxia, being picky about looks, only allowed good-looking people to hold her, and wouldn’t let an elderly like Aunt Liu touch her.

Whenever Aunt Liu reached out her hands, the little chubby would clearly say "No", and obediently lay in Qingran’s arms, not letting Aunt Liu hold her no matter how much she coaxed.

Soon after, Li Qingmo’s wailing could be heard from upstairs, accompanied by sounds like "Luo Xi you devil", "Try pulling my blanket?", "Damn it, I’m going to fight you back".

Aunt Liu looked up towards the stairs, holding a rolling pin with some worry, "Oh, I hope they aren’t really fighting."

"It’s okay." Qingran comforted Aunt Liu.

It was obvious that they were fighting, but it was just routine for Qingran, and she didn’t bother with it.

The little chubby was too heavy, Qingran placed her on the sofa to play with her.

The little chubby wanted to be held, pouting and almost crying the moment she was placed on the sofa. Aunt Liu knew how to handle a child that size, quickly got her some snacks, and seeing the food, the little chubby finally broke into a smile.

Qingran heaved a sigh of relief, just when she had put down the little chubby and she was about to cry, in that instant, she suddenly missed Xie Ying’an very much.

Although Xie Ying’an throughout the book until the extra Chapters never had children, he was skilled in soothing and holding children.

Could it be that the author’s male protagonist is capable of everything except having children?

Not even half an hour later, Li Qingmo came downstairs with a sour face, accompanied by Luo Xi.

Compared to Li Qingmo’s sour face, Luo Xi looked not just happy but ecstatic, she ran to Qingran as soon as she got downstairs.

Whispering mysteriously, "Ranran, want to hear some good news?"

Qingran silently glanced at her own brother, then mimicked Luo Xi’s tone, "What good news?"

"Your brother totally bombed his exam, hahahahahahaha..." It felt like a serf had finally turned over to sing his song of freedom.

Qingran: "..."

Qingran looked at Liu Luoxi, who was laughing so hard on the sofa that she couldn’t straighten her back, and really wanted to tell her—

Cousin, even if my brother did terribly, he still did better than you outperforming yourself. Can you still laugh?

Given he was young, after a good sleep, Li Qingmo’s dark circles had reduced considerably. He sneered at Liu Luoxi: "Come on, let’s battle. I’m going to show you today that your daddy will always be your daddy."

Saying this, he took out his cellphone.

Soon Qingran heard the ’TiMi’ sound.

"I’m scared!" said the internet-addicted girl, just waiting for this.

Liu Luoxi also opened the game, and from their earlier standoff, in less than a game, they were bumping heads and cheering each other on. It took no more than ten minutes.

Indeed!

Qingran picked a strawberry from the fruit plate for little fatty, thinking: In this world, only babies as pure as little fatties.

The midterm exams were just around the corner for Liu Luoxi. Since her grades had plummeted in eighth grade, they had never gone back up, and eventually even Liu Luoxi herself gave up on her grades.

The midterms were approaching, yet not only was she not reviewing, but she was also wholeheartedly playing games.

While playing, she didn’t forget to remind Qingran: "Don’t forget to send me photos of your midterm exam papers."

Li Qingmo interjected: "Our school’s papers are different from yours."

Then, he coldly mocked: "The papers from your school are ridiculously easy."

Liu Luoxi, fingering the screen, couldn’t help but throw a bomb at Li Qingmo in the game.

"Holy shit!" Li Qingmo yelled, "Liu Luoxi are you crazy? Why bomb me? Get me up quickly!"

Liu Luoxi beamed triumphantly: "I can help you, but beg me first!"

Qingran, holding little fatty, headed upstairs, not wanting to see those two childish spirits for another minute.

Little fatty was a lot of fun, looking around curiously with big eyes upon reaching Qingran’s room, quiet and extremely well-behaved.

Unable to resist, Qingran took out her cellphone and snapped a picture of little fatty, and casually posted it on her circle of friends.

Then she threw her phone aside, found a picture book, and flipped through it for little fatty.

Colorful illustrations—all quite liked by little fatty, but not long after, he began rubbing his eyes, feeling sleepy, and then leaned on Qingran and fell asleep.

While tucking little fatty in, Qingran wondered: Could it be that disliking study is a genetic trait in the Liu Family?

At eleven o’ five a.m., Qingran picked up her cellphone, her friend-circle post with the picture that wasn’t paired with any text had already fetched a dozen comments.

Ruan Ruan: "Wow! Little fatty came over again?"

Zheng Chunming: "Such a cute chubby baby."

Wang Ke: "The chubby cheeks really make you want to pinch them."

The comments below were all about wanting to pinch the chubby baby’s cheeks. Having just finished her exams, Qingran didn’t feel like doing homework at all today, replying to each one.

When replying to Senior Ji He, she suddenly paused.

God Ji had gone abroad, hoping that upon his return, he wouldn’t repeat the mistakes of his past life, constantly opposing the male lead.