Chapter 6

"Sniff, sniff, I don’t want to, I don’t want to." Xixi’s sobs sounded like the moonlight variation from the OST of "Qin Shi Ming Yue: Night Ends, Dawn Begins," filled with endless sorrow, carrying a stubbornness of not wanting to wake up.

Yang Yi stood awkwardly by the bed, scratching his head, at a loss.

The little one wasn’t crying because of the "Frozen" story her father told last night; the story had a happy ending!

It was just that, because she wanted to finish the story, she refused to go to sleep, and after hearing it, she was so excited that she wriggled around on the bed, keeping herself up until the middle of the night.

So, in the morning, she couldn’t wake up. Seeing that he couldn’t wake the little one, Yang Yi let her sleep until the sun was high in the sky.

Now, Xixi was even more upset!

"Sniff, sniff, I want to go play, play all day!" Xixi, just woken up, her morning grumpiness mixed with her determination to go to the amusement park, turned into an indescribable sense of injustice, and she could only cry!

Yang Yi was really at a loss, why was she crying?

In both his past and present life, Yang Yi was a tough guy who didn’t shed tears easily. He really couldn’t understand why Xixi was crying.

Was it because she felt the time to play at the amusement park wasn’t enough?

But Yang Yi had already explained that he couldn’t wake her up, so he let her continue sleeping. However, Xixi wouldn’t listen, lost in her own little grievance, crying pitifully!

"Women are so hard to understand!" Yang Yi muttered to himself, "No, little girls are even harder to understand!"

Life in his past was better; problems that could be solved with money weren’t really problems!

Perhaps Yang Yi wasn’t good at comforting children. He tried hard to find solutions in his past memories, but unfortunately, the original Yang Yi was also clueless, just sitting there, dumbly watching his daughter cry, and was scolded by Mo Fei in the end.

Yang Yi still tried hard to comfort his daughter. He squatted down by the bed. Because he was too tall, he knelt on one knee, so that he was at eye level with Xixi.

"Don’t cry anymore, Dad promises you today, you can play as long as you want! Okay?" Yang Yi said softly.

It seemed to have some effect, as Xixi was still sobbing, but not as badly. There was a slight improvement!

The little one released her hands from rubbing her eyes, her big, tear-filled eyes looking at her father with a sense of injustice, a pitiful sight. She extended her little arms, sobbing and saying softly, "Hug... hug..."

How could Yang Yi refuse? He quickly scooped her up, stood up, and walked around to comfort her.

Although her mouth was still pouting, her actions revealed her dependence on her father. She immediately hugged her father’s neck tightly and pressed her face against his chest, sobbing pitifully.

Although she was still sobbing, Xixi had stopped crying, just the lingering effects of her earlier sobs.

"Alright, alright, don’t cry anymore, it’s all Dad’s fault." Yang Yi’s tough heart was almost melted by his daughter’s tears. He gently patted Xixi’s back and said softly.

Hearing the sobs in his left chest gradually stop, Yang Yi knew he had finally calmed her down!

It wasn’t easy!

"Huh!" Yang Yi’s mind was rapidly turning, "Could it be that what you comfort them with isn’t important, but how you comfort them is?"

Yang Yi remembered reading an article before, which said that women don’t need you to find solutions to their problems; most of the time, they just need a shoulder to lean on!

At the time, the assassin Leon, who didn’t understand love, had scoffed at it, but now, this article seemed to make a lot of sense!

Yang Yi felt his parenting experience bar had increased significantly.

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The southern ancient city of Jiangcheng, located in the Jiangsu-Zhejiang region, was once rated as one of the world’s 100 most livable cities by an international publication. This honor was not only due to its geographical location, backed by mountains and water, and its rich historical heritage, but also because of the massive investment in municipal projects!

The restoration of historical sites, the maintenance of natural scenic areas, and the planning of urban green spaces in Jiangcheng were all unparalleled by any other major city in China!

Exiting the urban village, the straight Jiangnan North Road was lined with lush camphor trees, a green expanse as far as the eye could see. On the sidewalks, flowers bloomed in profusion, with white onion lilies and purple iris creating a beautiful spring landscape in Jiangcheng!

Of course, the most beautiful sight was Xixi, who was singing and dancing merrily in front of the flowers. The little girl, dressed in a pretty floral dress, looked like a flower fairy, bouncing along and singing the song her father taught her yesterday.

"Let it go, let it go, can’t hold it back anymore~" Although she only sang the part she remembered, the little one sang it clearly and beautifully, her voice like a nightingale, drawing appreciative glances from passersby.

Mo Fei had lived abroad with her parents as a child and stayed in the United States for nearly two years to avoid the media after giving birth to Xixi. Therefore, she insisted on bilingual education for Xixi, which is why Xixi could quickly learn these two lines of lyrics.

However, this issue had once caused a significant conflict between Mo Fei and Yang Yi!

The former Yang Yi was a patriotic and somewhat radical person. He believed that Chinese culture was profound and extensive, and he was deeply troubled by the idea of Xixi not learning her ancestors’ culture and instead speaking a foreign language he couldn’t understand. This kind of education made him deeply resentful!

Mo Fei tried to explain to Yang Yi, but later found that he was impossible to communicate with, leaving a rift between them from the first day they reunited!

Of course, the current Yang Yi no longer had that stubborn flaw. In his past life, he was proficient in eight languages, so teaching Xixi to sing English songs was no burden at all.

"Xixi, wait, wait, drink some water!" Yang Yi called out to the little one, who was running around without Mo Fei’s supervision. He took a children’s water bottle from the bag on his shoulder, unscrewed the cap, and handed it to Xixi.

Xixi obediently drank large gulps of water.

Yang Yi squatted down, took out a small towel, and wiped the fine sweat from Xixi’s face. His slightly cold eyes reflected Xixi’s lovely appearance—she was drinking water while blinking her big eyes, looking at her father.

This scene was unexpectedly warm.

"No need to walk anymore, let’s take a taxi." The bus stop was still a long way away. Yang Yi counted the money in his pocket and told Xixi.

Today, he had taken out all the money the former Yang Yi had saved by living frugally and hiding it in a shoebox. Although it was hard for the former Yang Yi to save, Yang Yi didn’t have the habit of being frugal.

Money is meant to be spent; if you run out, you can always earn more!