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She also thought about Mu Jian’s face.

“Ah,” she sighed.

“Not dare, right?” Jiang Ruobai asked with a smile.

“Then I’ll just have to give up on watching.” Jiang Ning leaned in close to him, “Dad, can you help me judge? I just want to know the result.”

Looking at his daughter’s face, which was almost identical to his beloved wife’s when she was young, he couldn’t refuse her, not even for something as trivial as this, let alone a big deal. Jiang Ruobai regretted losing his little daughter back then.

As a result, he missed her childhood and teenage growth.

Watching his little daughter grow up was like seeing his wife’s youthful appearance, what a wonderful thing that would be?

Unfortunately, the time he missed could never be found again.

Jiang Ruobai couldn’t help but sigh.

“Dad, is it difficult?” Jiang Ning asked.

“If it is difficult, would you still insist on letting Dad do it?” Jiang Ruobai asked on purpose.

“Of course.” Jiang Ning grinned, “Dad is my protector, my strong support. No matter what, Dad can do anything for his daughter.”

“Naturally, even if you want the stars in the sky, Dad will try his best.” Jiang Ruobai pinched his daughter’s cheek, “But are you so sure about letting me handle Mu Jian?”

“Why shouldn’t I be?”

“What if, Mu Jian was really instructed by me?” Jiang Ruobai pointed at the broken paper with his finger, “Can you tell if this handwriting is mine or not?”

Jiang Ning shook her head: “I can’t tell.”

“You can ask someone to analyze it.”

“That’s true.”

“So are you planning to do that?” Jiang Ruobai looked into his daughter’s eyes.

“I don’t intend to.” Jiang Ning shook her head.

“Why?”

“Because I trust Dad.”

“Good girl.” Jiang Ruobai patted her head, “I will get the answer you want from Mu Jian within three days. Now you should go back to sleep.”

Jiang Ning looked outside: “The snow is falling heavily, the wind is strong, and it’s so cold.”

“So?”

“I’m going to sleep with Mom tonight.” Jiang Ning said as she walked in.

“Hey?” Jiang Ruobai grabbed her and pulled her back, “What are you doing? You’re already a grown-up, aren’t you ashamed to sleep with your mom? Go back and look after your own children…”

“Old Master.”

Lin Zizi’s voice sounded at the door.

Jiang Ruobai: “…”

A moment later, Jiang Ning comfortably lay down in her mother’s quilt, while Jiang Ruobai was chased into the warm room with his blanket.

Looking at the fragrant and soft beauty beside her, Jiang Ning shamelessly snuggled over: “Mom, you smell so good.”

Lin Zizi’s eyes suddenly turned red.

“What’s wrong, Mom? Are you angry because I drove Dad away?” Jiang Ning asked.

“Mom just suddenly remembered that when you were little, you said the same thing.” Lin Zizi choked, “You were only two or three years old then and loved to sleep in Mom’s arms.”

“I still love to.” Jiang Ning hugged her.

“Ning’er.” Lin Zizi almost burst into tears, gently patting her back, “Mom can finally lull you to sleep again.”

Jiang Ning felt a warm, peaceful, and secure sense of happiness in her heart.

She couldn’t tell if this was a feeling left by the original owner, or her own.

Either way, she liked it very much.

At this moment, Lin Zizi became her true mother.

…

Perhaps it was the peace of sleeping beside her mother that made Jiang Ning sleep so soundly, not waking up until the sun had risen high in the sky.

After hurriedly getting up to wash and dress, she ignored Jiang Ruobai’s resentful face, rushed back to her own courtyard, and prepared to take the two children back to the palace.