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Chapter 109: So It’s a Bird
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
A cunning look flashed across Rong Qi’s eyes, which was caught by Ye Nanshcn.
The corners of Ye Nanshen’s lips curled up slightly. He did not say anything and turned around to give up his seat.
Vaguely, Ye Nanshen felt that the silly girl was like a cunning little fox. He did not know if Rong Qi was really a naive child or if she was playing dumb. Sometimes, she did not act like a retard at all.
Suddenly, Ye Nanshen seemed to have thought of something. His eyes flashed and he looked at Rong Qi’s face.
Rong Qi’s body trembled as she felt the faint gaze of Ye Nanshen. She thought, ‘Oh no, could it be that Ye Nanshen was suspicious of me?’
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRong Qi tried her best to maintain a calm expression on the surface, but in fact, she was panicking inside. She tried to calm herself down.
Rong Qi gulped and reached out to take her black chess piece to play with Old Mr. Ye.
In the beginning, Rong Qi could still put it up decently. However, Old Mr. Ye’s furious voice sounded a moment later.
“How did your black chess piece come to my side?
“Ahhhh! How did you arrange your chess pieces? How am I supposed to walk when you’ve formed a circle?
“Wait, wait, wait. I haven’t made my move yet.
“What are you doing with my white chess pieces? Put it down, put it down!”
Ye Nanshen, who was still suspicious, saw the disaster on the chessboard. The corners of his mouth twitched, and he instantly suppressed the suspicion in his heart.
‘I must have lost my mind to suspect that Rong Qi was not a retard. If she was really a normal person, why would her family allow her to be a substitute? Who would marry a dying man like me?’ Ye Nanshen thought.
Ye Nanshen snorted softly, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a self-deprecating smile.
“Grandfather, do you still want to continue? Did Qiqi win or lose?” Rong Qi asked as she blinked innocently.
However, Old Mr. Ye just could not get angry at the innocent-looking Rong Qi. He could only sulk.
Old Mr. Ye said stubbornly, “Come, I’ll continue to teach you. I’m sure you could learn from me!”
Rong Qi was wordless and embarrassed. She thought, ‘No way, I had already caused so much trouble, and he still doesn’t give up?’
Fortunately, this painful situation did not last long. Old Mr. Ye and Rong Qi had just set up the chessboard when a maid rushed in and said, “Sir, it’s bad. Little Faye seems to be sick.”
“What happened to Little Faye?” Old Mr. Ye asked. When he immediately threw away the chess piece in his hand and hurriedly put on his shoes after he heard the maid’s words.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Little Faye didn’t eat anything last night, so we thought it was just a glutton and didn’t pay much attention. However, when I woke up this morning, I found that Little Faye was not in good spirits and could not stand up now,” said the maid.
“What?! Why didn’t you say so earlier?” Old Mr. Ye put on his shoes and rushed over with the maid. He looked nervous and worried.
Rong Qi tilted her head and thought, ‘Little Faye?’
Rong Qi put down the chess piece and looked at Ye Nanshen with a puzzled expression. She asked, “Who is Little Faye? Your nephew?”
Rong Qi thought Ye Nanshen had a cousin. But his face darkened and said, “No, it’s a bird.”
Rong Qi was speechless. She thought, ‘So it was just a bird. What a funny name.’
“I want to see it too!” Rong Qi jumped off the chair and ran out.
Ye Nanshen held his forehead and turned his wheelchair to follow Rong Qi.
In the attic at the back of the villa, Old Mr. Ye looked at Little Faye, who was lying limply in the cage, with a painful expression. He tried to persuade the bird in a good temper.
“Little Faye, look what I brought you. Hurry up and eat something. If you don’t like it, you can get up and drink some water!” Old Mr. Ye spoke gently to the parrot in the cage like he was coaxing a child.
“Where are you feeling unwell? Tell me and I’ll get you a doctor. Come, have some water first.” Old Mr. Ye continued coaxing..