Reborn as a Weak Beauty Pampered by All Chapter 1291 - 1205:

Jiang Boya spoke out, "Revealing the truth and acknowledging Lili is not about taking my daughter away from them."

"..."

Luo Yanqing gazed at the man, "Then what does Mr. Jiang intend to do?"

"Simply to let a few more people cherish Lili," Jiang Boya expressed his true thoughts, "I understand Lili can’t depart from her parents, and I realize that in her heart, her grandfather and I probably hold no place. Still, she carries my bloodline forward, you can’t dispute that, right?"

"I don’t deny it."

To Luo Yanqing, blood ties held little weight, just like his own experience...he obviously had a mother, yet that woman, for her own better life, ignored him as her child, seized all the family wealth, and left him behind as a kid.

What a close mother-son bond through blood!

But when personal gains were at stake, did it matter?

Conversely, his little girl had been deserted by her birth mother, met his parents-in-law, and been nurtured as their precious gem, sharing no blood relation whatsoever.

Those two acted more like true parents than the so-called biological ones.

And his little girl depended greatly on the elders, their bond surpassing anything blood could offer.

Jiang Boya stared steadily at Luo Yanqing, "The day after tomorrow is fixed, any objections from you?"

His mind snapped back, Luo Yanqing kept his face composed, "Mr. Jiang, you must be kidding, what objections could I possibly have?"

"Good that there are none." Saying this, Jiang Boya resumed washing the diapers, though he still wished to bring up one more matter with Luo Yanqing. But with the present mood, he decided to wait.

...

"What’s the matter?"

The three little infants rested in the nursery under the watch of Cai Xiufen, Song Sa, and Captain Kang, while Kang Li lounged on her bedroom bed out of boredom. Spotting Luo Yanqing come in with a gloomy look, she couldn’t resist inquiring.

Luo Yanqing shook his head softly, his eyes tender, "Nothing at all."

"You’re not fooling me?"

Kang Li doubted it.

"...No," Luo Yanqing denied with a head shake, yet Kang Li creased her brow, "I don’t believe it; you’re definitely keeping something from me." Caught under Kang Li’s unwavering stare, Luo Yanqing averted his gaze, "Honestly, it’s nothing."

"Has Professor Luo forgotten those words you shared with me right here that day?"

Kang Li squinted her eyes.

At those words, Luo Yanqing parted his lips but ended up shaking his head again, "Truly, nothing." After a short silence, noting Kang Li’s lingering doubt, a smile tugged at Luo Yanqing’s lips, "What do you suppose I’d be hiding?"

Kang Li thought it over briefly, "You’re right. Old Mr. Jiang and Mr. Jiang are good folks; they wouldn’t speak ill of you. My parents, even less so. Perhaps confinement has dulled my mind, making me imagine things."

"You’re not dull in the slightest." Luo Yanqing settled on the bed next to her, clasping her hand, his eyes brimming with warm affection as he said, "Mr. Jiang was in the laundry just now, debating with me about diaper washing, insisting I wouldn’t allow him because I doubted his thoroughness."

"Who knew there’d be a diaper-washing rivalry."

Kang Li chuckled despite herself, "If Mr. Jiang wants to wash them, just let him!"

"No need for me to intervene; Mr. Jiang grabbed a bunch of diapers and scrubbed them carefully right beside me, now and then shooting me a challenging glance."

Listening to Luo Yanqing’s account, Kang Li laughed heartily once more, "Mr. Jiang can be a tad playful at times; Professor Luo, please bear with him."

Yet Luo Yanqing stayed quiet and instead questioned, "Do you wish to recognize Mr. Jiang?"

Kang Li froze, then after a lengthy hesitation, she pressed her lips together and shook her head, "I’m unsure. By blood, Mr. Jiang is my real father, that much is true, particularly since I look so much like his birth mother...

Besides, setting aside what Grandma Yu shared, Mr. Jiang’s character is genuinely kind. Not to speak of other things, in the last half-year abroad,

he’s cared for me deeply. I sense his genuine kindness toward me, his real concern, but...truth be told, even after these six months together, I don’t feel a strong bond with him."

"Half a year together naturally won’t foster deep feelings. Suppose, just hypothetically...if Mr. Jiang and my in-laws disclosed your real origins, what would you feel?"