Chapter 1195 - The Bond Formed from Trials and Tribulations

Chapter 1195: The Bond Formed from Trials and Tribulations

Wei Ziqin rolled her eyes at the young couple before gruffly poking her daughter’s forehead. “You just know to make Xiao Mo your cover.”
“It’s fine, Mom. I just love being Qiaoqiao’s cover. She can make me cover for her for anything.”
Wei Ziqin looked speechlessly at her son-in-law. “Fine then, but remember to come back quickly. In four days at the latest, you must move back home!”
“I know.”
“Mom, Mom, so Sister has returned.” Qiao Lin and Qiao Sen ran into the anteroom one after the other, along with a teary-eyed little monk trailing after them.
When he caught sight of Qiao Mu, he immediately started bawling, “Benefactress, you abandoned me and ran off again.”
Before Qiao Mu could even chat with her siblings, she hastily left her seat and carried that snivelling little monk over. “Little monk, why do you monks like to cry all the time?”
“Monks are also people. When people are sad, they will shed tears.” The little monk sobbed and sniffled.
These words caused Qiao Zhongbang, who was sitting beside them, to twitch his mouth.
There were more and more oddballs in their home now. What to do?
“Little monk, you aren’t crying upon seeing my sister because you think we don’t treat you well, right?” Qiao Lin put her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes at him in a huff.
“You are all good, but still not as good as Benefactress, after all.” The little monk clarified honestly, “Benefactress and I have gone through trials and tribulations together from young. She keeps abandoning me to run off by herself, so is it not fine for me to cry when I see her?”
“You!” Qiao Lin glared at this garrulous little monk in both amusement and exasperation before remarking with a frown, “No wonder Sister wants to abandon you and run off. You are indeed a fussy little monk.”
“Alright, alright, don’t cry.” Qiao Mu grasped his sleeve as she helped him wipe his tears. “You aren’t a three-year-old child anymore, you’re already four, ah no, after the new year, you’ll be five. So you shouldn’t be bawling.”
Qiao Zhongbang: “…”
Meanwhile, Wei Ziqin couldn’t resist giggling out loud as she rubbed the little monk’s bald head lovingly. “Kongkong is missing Sister.”
“It’s fine. Wait until Sister comes back after taking care of matters. She will stay at home for more than a month.” Wei Ziqin questioned with a smile, “Kongkong, have you finished your recitation for the day.”
The little monk nodded. “It has been finished. This young monk has also finished tomorrow’s too. Benefactress, can you bring me along on your trip this time.”
“You can’t!” When Mo Lian heard that this kid wanted to come as a candle[1], he immediately objected.
“Benefactress.” Yet the little monk’s eyes were brimming with pitiable tears that threatened to spill.
“Hm, how about this. It isn’t possible to bring you on the trip, but tonight, Sister can bring you out for fun.” Qiao Mu patted the little monk’s head. “Sister will be back in four days this time, so it’ll be quick.”
“Sister, where are you going for fun.” When Qiao Lin and Qiao Sen heard this, they immediately got pumped up and huddled in front of Qiaoqiao to ask curiously.
“There is a newly-opened House of Treasures auction house that is holding an auction tonight. Mo Lian and I plan to go check it out. Do you guys want to go?”
Without exception, the three small heads bobbed up and down uniformly.
Mo Lian, however, couldn’t resist facepalming on the side. Did she even need to ask? How could these three fellows reject when there was excitement to see.
There was no need to ask about this kind of thing.
“You all can go out, but you have to be obedient and cannot make trouble for your sister,” Wei Ziqin exhorted them.
“Mom, we’re so well-behaved.”
[1] Referencing the third-wheeling lightbulb of modern times.