The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1799

Chapter 1799: 882 Father and Son Reunite (Second Update)

Marquis Xuanping clutched his chest, with a thought running through his mind—what to do if a son is too cute?

Xiao Hen was also adorable when he was little, but as he grew up, he became more and more serious, seldom showing his cute side to his old father.

Especially now that he’s married, even when teased, he doesn’t cooperate anymore.

Marquis Xuanping stepped into the room.

Being a martial artist, he could judge whether a person was awake just by their breathing.

Besides, Shangguan Qing offered up the most eye-piercing act of his life.

Marquis Xuanping had already recovered from the initial tension and could face his son calmly.

He cleared his throat and called out, "Qingqing."

Shangguan Qing’s intelligence collectively rebelled: "He’s not here!"

Marquis Xuanping: "..."

Marquis Xuanping couldn’t hold back and laughed.

The urge to tease his son came over him, and he started with a snarky remark: "Oh, isn’t this Brother Qing? Weren’t we going to have drinks and visit the brothel together? How quickly you turn your back on a promise!"

Ahhh!

Stop talking!

This is Brother Qing’s only black mark!

And you caught it all!

Marquis Xuanping laughed so hard his shoulders were shaking.

Shangguan Qing, drenched in sweat under the covers, heard him stifling his laugh with great effort and gritted his teeth in frustration.

No laughing! Brother Qing’s fists are really hard, you know!

Marquis Xuanping stopped just in time. After he had laughed enough, he cleared his throat and went over to the bed intending to sit on the edge.

But seeing his son clearly not knowing how to face him, he hesitated, took a step back, and pulled a chair over to sit down.

This distance was not too distant, yet not too close.

They were blood-related father and son, but twenty years of unfamiliarity and distance couldn’t be bridged in an instant.

They needed to slowly get to know each other.

"Qingqing," Marquis Xuanping called out again.

Shangguan Qing didn’t respond.

He had been sulking inside for a long time; Marquis Xuanping worried he’d suffocate, sighed, and said to him, "Alright, you rest first. I’m leaving now, I’ll come back to see you later."

Under the covers, Shangguan Qing paused slightly, pricking up his ears.

He heard the sound of footsteps gradually fading, and his mood turned a bit strange. Then he heard the door closing.

His heart suddenly felt empty.

"He really just left like that, without coaxing me a bit more."

He pouted, a bit aggrieved.

He had no father since childhood.

He had been poisoned since childhood.

But he always thought other children were poisoned too, yet never thought other children had no father too.

It was as if he was born knowing every child should have a mother and father.

Once, while eating, he suddenly hugged a bowl and asked his mother, "Where’s my dad?"

That year, he was five.

His mother didn’t know how to answer him, and since then, he never asked again.

In the village, there were also children without fathers.

Those children were often bullied by other companions, and he was bullied too, though he retaliated.

He never told his mother.

He had thought more than once, was his father dead or alive?

If dead, how did he die?

If alive, why didn’t he come for him?

Did his father not like him?

"Hmph! He really doesn’t like me! Left so quickly!"

"I won’t like you either!"

Shangguan Qing was both aggrieved and angry, and with a whoosh, threw off the covers!

As he turned his head, he saw Marquis Xuanping sitting intact in the chair, not even a toe outside the room.

Marquis Xuanping looked at him with a warm smile that he couldn’t suppress, his eyes full of fondness.

The discontent in his heart vanished instantly.

Marquis Xuanping tilted his head slightly, leaned forward, and smiled at him, asking, "Who else don’t you want to like?"

Shangguan Qing was momentarily speechless, turned aside, and said, "Weren’t you leaving?"

His tone was very calm.

Marquis Xuanping: "Then should I leave?"

Shangguan Qing, hands on hips, flared up!

Just try leaving!

Marquis Xuanping laughed uncontrollably.

When it comes to putting on a serious face, it doesn’t seem so uncomfortable anymore.

With the National Master Hall providing him antidotes, he’s just enjoyed eating, drinking, and having fun. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

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