Chapter 410: Chapter 399: Zhan Qipei is Called Uncle and is Unhappy Chapter 410: Chapter 399: Zhan Qipei is Called Uncle and is Unhappy He caught a glimpse of the woman in the corner of his eye and furrowed his brows even more tightly.

“Can we talk now?”

He felt somewhat displeased when he saw the two children run behind his wife to hide because they were afraid of him.

When had these two children met Qiao Jing?

Was it just because he had failed to pick up Qiao Jing once that his wife had picked up two children from outside?

Qiao Jing took out a medicine box and, with the young boy, sat down by the sofa.

“Wait for them to finish bathing, and then I’ll explain to you. He has some wounds, and I need to treat them first.”

After saying that, she took hydrogen peroxide and bandages from the medicine box, ready to treat the boy’s wounds, only to find that he was still standing by the sofa.

The little boy stood there with his body tensed, looking at the sofa as if he wanted to sit but did not dare to.

“Sister, I can just wash my hands myself, it’s really not that much trouble,”

Qiao Jing grabbed the little boy’s wrist, made him sit directly on the sofa, and began treating his wounds.

“What are your names?”

When the hydrogen peroxide was poured on the wound, the boy sharply inhaled a breath of cold air.

“We don’t have names, my sister and I have been out on the streets for as long as I can remember.”

He and his sister had always survived by collecting bottles, typically going about with hungry bellies.

Qiao Jing paused in her actions and pursed her lips.

“Then how should I address you? I can’t just keep calling out ‘hey’ can I?”

Just as the boy was about to speak, his stomach suddenly made a noise.

“Gurgle—”

He paused, a slight blush spread across his little face, and he scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed.

“Sorry, Sister… I couldn’t help it, you can call me Pingping, and my sister Anan. I’m not good at naming, but I know the meaning of peace and safety.

That’s what I wish for me and my sister.”

Qiao Jing’s brows knitted, a trace of emotion flitting across her eyes as she looked up at Zhan Qipei.

“Have you cooked?”

Zhan Qipei nodded.

“It’s ready. I didn’t know when you would be back, and I was afraid the food might get cold, so I put it in a thermal container.”

Qiao Jing made an acknowledging sound, quickly disinfected Pingping’s wound, and wrapped it with a bandage.

Just as she was about to check on Anan, Anan already came out of the bathroom, dressed in new clothes.

Anan blinked her big eyes, clutched the corner of her clothes tightly, and looked down at the dress she was wearing.

A big smile spread across her face, and she couldn’t help but spin around on the spot, gently touching the dress with her hands repeatedly, as if she was afraid to wrinkle it.

She walked briskly to Qiao Jing and, without saying a word, bowed deeply.

“Thank you, Sister! I can pick bottles with my brother to pay you back for the clothes.”

imagined that she could

the same old clothes,

Jing, seeing Anan so happy, couldn’t help

no need to pay back,

have not eaten for a long time after hearing Pingping’s

children with Qiao Jing but went into the kitchen, took out the food from the thermal container, and laid

food kept wafting into the living

Anan smelled the food, her stomach

with their big,

we… can we still

out her hand,

course, you can

lit up, looking at

an angel? You’re really

her hand and pinched Anan’s face but couldn’t pinch any flesh, looked

just a regular person. Anan,

swallowed again, but when she saw

to take a step forward, clinging to

noticed Anan’s gaze and looked at Zhan

a

Qipei heard Qiao Jing call him uncle, he furrowed

did he look

Qiao Jing mean that he

a straight line, and his voice resonated in a deeper

I an

looked at the troubled expression on the man’s face and the

you’re not an uncle by age, are you then

carried a hint of

call

brother and sister would sound

it be that his wife thought he

and she was somewhat at a loss

just a title. Let

saw Anan already reaching out and touching his

Qipei pursed his lips, still very concerned about

am the elder

called him “uncle,” it would sound like he was an old man

would remain young

Jing became even more speechless; she rolled her eyes and led Anan to the dining

the

to a bowl of soup and

eating, your brother can help you, and I’ll

nodded understandingly and sat

Zhan Qipei frowned disapprovingly.

him a

hummed in response,

“What’s the matter?”

at ease letting Pingping bathe alone. After all, he could easily

Qipei’s face darkened as he

“No, I’ll wash him.”

going to

was the

his wife help

children were boys, Qiao Jing could not help bathe

assistance to care

from him, no other men could come

Jing furrowed her brows and looked down at Pingping, who was hiding behind her, knowing the child was scared of

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