Chapter 117: The Little Fairy Who Was Forced To Have An Awkward Chat
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“Wow, the Grand Bazaar! I’m really looking forward to it.” A family of three shopping and doing stuff would be such a beautiful impression. “Young Master, I want to go to Sophie Cathedral. Why don’t we split up into two groups? You go with Miss Shen and Little Master to the grand bazaar, and the few of us will go to the cathedral.”
Tong Hua ridiculed. “Who do you want to frighten by dressing up like that to the cathedral?”
“…” Everyone stared blankly at Tong Hua.
Little Master was looking for a reason and did not bother about the details.
“Alright.” Ye Ling agreed.
Shen Qianshu thought for a while. “What, are they not going to protect us?”
Ye Ling’s face instantly sank, and he looked at Shen Qianshu coldly.
Zhong Ran hurriedly said, “Young Master can take on 10 people alone. No one will be able to bully you all.”
After having breakfast, a line of people split up into two groups. Zhong Ran and the men in black waited for Shen Qianshu and Ye Ling to leave. Finally, they could enjoy their freedom. Zhong Ran decided quickly that he would go and pick up girls. A few of the men in black thought for a while and decided to go in a group.
The Grand Bazaar was not far from the hotel. Basically, it could be reached by foot. The advantage of traveling in Istanbul was that the attractions were relatively centralized and walking was not considered far, even though it required 20 minutes or longer. While walking over, Tong Hua was chattering non-stop. Whenever he saw something interesting, he would stop, take pictures, play for a while. Ye Ling’s face was black as he followed them both, mother and son, throughout the journey. Tong Hua bought an ice cream ball and ate as he walked.
Shen Qianshu was slightly behind by two steps. She really could not understand why Ye Ling wanted to follow them.
“Master, have you been to Istanbul?”
“Uh huh.”
“Been to the Grand Bazaar?”
“No.”
The conversation was basically coming to a dead end. Ye Ling showed a ‘do not come and disturb me, I am in a bad mood’ kind of face. Shen Qianshu felt like telling him to go and play by himself and that she and Tong Hua could go shop by themselves. It was a pity that she dared to think but did not dare do it.
Tong Hua was letting himself fly, jumping and hopping throughout, and did not bother about Shen Qianshu and Ye Ling.
“Master, did you worry about Tong Hua and me? Was that why you came to see us?”
“Rubbish, who was worried about you all?” Ye Ling rebuked unhesitatingly. He turned his face away in a hurry.
Shen Qianshu miraculously found that his ears had turned red.
Is he shy?
Shen Qianshu thought again, You must be crazy too.
He is Ye Ling, the king of darkness, the one who has the final say. Does he know how to write shy?
This person always does things his own way. When he wants a little princess, he will pester for a little princess.
Does not need my consent at all.
She had the heart to ask about his illness, but she did not dare to.
She felt that this was not a safe topic.
She also felt like asking, Seven years already, you knew all along there was a little princess. Yet, why did you come and look for us seven years later?
Shen Qianshu felt aggrieved again.
If only he had looked for her before the baby was born.
Perhaps, the baby would not have died.
She had been pushed by Lin Xuan.
It resulted in early contractions.
It was half a month away from the baby’s estimated date of delivery. For the next few days, she was in immense pain. In the end, she gave birth prematurely.
The doctor said that the baby already had her umbilical cord around her neck. Regardless of whether she arrived early or late, it might not be possible to save her. Otherwise, she would have perished together with Lin Xuan.
“Are you dumb? Why aren’t you talking?” Ye Ling showed a face of displeasure.
Shen Qianshu smiled. ‘Master, you like quietness. Butler Luther said before to try not to talk to you unless it was necessary.”
“I allowed you to talk, so you just talk.” Ye Ling asked unreasonably.
He hated everyone’s voice. Sometimes, he just wished he could find something to sew up Zhong Ran’s mouth to stop him from blabbering away. But he did not hate Shen Qianshu’s voice.
“Where is Butler Luther?”