Chapter 1225 - 1197: Can I Hold You for a Moment? (Monthly Ticket 2300+ Update)

Chapter 1225: Chapter 1197: Can I Hold You for a Moment? (Monthly Ticket 2300+ Update)

Qian remembered a time when the two of them met in the mental hospital, and Qio Yu Xuan once mentioned that he had a daughter but lost her. At that time, she thought he was joking, but looking at his expression now, it seemed to be true.

"I understand your feelings. The ones we should never let down are children. I didn’t stand by my daughter and didn’t give her a complete family. If she ever sees me again, I wonder if she’ll blame me. Have I told you that you look a lot like my daughter?"

"No..."

Qio Yu Xuan took a piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to Qian, "This is a self-portrait I drew of my daughter when she was 2. Take a look, doesn’t it resemble you?"

Qian opened the paper and was so astonished that she couldn’t close her mouth.

Yu Minglang came out to refill their drinks, craning his neck curiously. As he looked, his mouth dropped open.

"It does resemble, doesn’t it? When I first saw you, I immediately thought this is how my daughter would look when she grew up." Qio Yu Xuan noticed their surprise, reached out to compare, and said, "Look at these eyes, this nose, how similar!"

"..." Qian was too stunned to speak.

"Similar?! Does this look like a person or a hippo? This face is so wide, the body so small, is this a case of big head syndrome?" Yu Minglang couldn’t stand it any longer, bluntly stating that even kindergarten kids could draw better.

"I’m expressing my love for my daughter through an abstract style of painting! What do you know! She was really chubby as a child, aren’t all kids’ faces chubby?"

Qio Yu Xuan didn’t think his drawing was ugly at all and defended it vigorously.

Yu Minglang took another look but still couldn’t see a person, and certainly didn’t see any resemblance to his wife—except for a beauty mark on the forehead, there was no similarity!

"When I see Qian, it feels like seeing my daughter. Qian, do you think it looks like?"

"I..." Qian’s mouth twitched, looking at the abstract big-headed doll on the paper, and felt a llama trot by in her heart, "I can only say, it’s a good thing you chose medicine and not art."

Suddenly, she remembered when Qio Yu Xuan had given her a book with an introduction to implanted hypnosis, containing a similarly abstract drawing. At the time, Qian thought he intentionally drew nonsense to avoid people analyzing his personality through his handwriting, maintaining a sense of mystery. It turned out he was serious, a true ’soulful’ artist!

"I think so too. If I pursued art, Picasso and Van Gogh would have had nothing to do." Qio Yu Xuan was quite pleased with himself, carefully placing the drawing into a small box he carried with him.

This preciousness showed just how important the deceased child was to him.

"I finally understand what it means when they say if God opens a door for you, he’ll close many windows." Yu Minglang sighed.

"When did God ever say that?" Qian asked, and Yu Minglang waved it off, advising not to worry about the details!

"My point is, you top-tier experts, possessing a certain talent, might you not be lacking in other areas compared to others?"

For example, although Qian was excellent at diagnosing, she couldn’t cook despite understanding human nature.

Qio Yu Xuan, a top authority in the world, was a ’soulful’ artist. Despite the poor quality of his art, he didn’t find it so himself!

Such a mysterious perspective.

"Go and cook already!" Qio Yu Xuan understood Xiaoqiang’s mocking of his artistic skills and promptly shooed him away.

"No wonder you’re so good to me." Qian started to understand him better, realizing why Qio Yu Xuan had A-Cai live next door to her and always cared for her.

A parent who lost a child, wouldn’t they transfer their love to a child who looked like their deceased one?

If she saw a child resembling Xiaowei, she’d definitely shower them with affection, transferring her feelings for her daughter. Psychologically, it was logical.

Thinking like this, Qio Yu Xuan felt more like a fellow sufferer who cherished mutual sympathy.

"So, Qian, if you were my daughter, would you blame me for not taking care of you? For letting you wander without the warmth of a father’s love, yet still yearning for being called ’Dad’ once?" Qio Yu Xuan almost held his breath, waiting for her answer.

"If you had asked me earlier, I would have said if you didn’t want me then don’t look for me later. But now I don’t think like that anymore. With so many things out of our control in life, what normal parent would willingly part with their child if given a choice?"

Qian also thought of her own daughter, understanding the helplessness only after the experience of loss.

Different perspectives yield different results. Seeing Qio Yu Xuan carrying the portrait of his daughter with him invoked her sympathy. It was akin to how she developed obsessive habits after losing her daughter!

Her response brought tears to Qio Yu Xuan’s eyes. He looked at Qian as if he had a thousand words to say but ultimately said nothing.

"Can I hug you?"

"Sure——"

"You can! Come, come!" Out of nowhere, Yu Minglang appeared, smashing the slightly sentimental and tender moment to pieces. Without caring about people’s willingness, he gave Qio Yu Xuan a bear hug!

Trunks!

Qio Yu Xuan’s heart shattered; where did this guy come from?!

He was just about to hug the adorable Qian, but ended up with this army dog instead?!

He’s determined to go home and thoroughly disinfect the places this guy touched with bleach!

Hugging Qio Yu Xuan, Yu Minglang had a slight smile of noble sacrifice on his face.

"Weren’t you seeking some paternal affection? I’m hugging you on behalf of my family’s Qian. So, how is it? Do you feel your life is full of hope with my overwhelming fatherly love?"

"...If you mean to save your family some food, congratulations, you succeeded."

Qio Yu Xuan was utterly disgusted, feeling that Yu Minglang’s antics might actually help him eat less.

During the meal, the three of them sat together, and Beauty sat elegantly by its little bowl waiting for Yu Minglang’s command to eat.

"Here, Qian, try some fish; eating more fish is good for you." Yu Minglang diligently picked food for Qian, pretending not to see Qio Yu Xuan.

Qian thought it was impolite to treat guests this way, so she discreetly kicked him under the table. Only then did Yu Minglang lift his head to look at Qio Yu Xuan with his nostrils, "Eat. Just watching makes you full?"

"With your rough cooking, how could you cook for a pregnant woman? Just smelling it feels greasy." Qio Yu Xuan picked bones out of eggs.

Yu Minglang slammed his chopsticks on the table, "You’re begging for food yet complaining it’s sour? Eat if you’re happy; if not, then——"

He grunted because Qian kicked him under the table again. "Oh come on, Qian, take it easy!"

Qian glared at him, so Xiaoqiang then reluctantly told Qio Yu Xuan with a forced smile, "If you don’t like it, just manage a little."

The pregnant woman is the priority; I’ll endure!