Translator: Exodus Tales  Editor: Exodus Tales

Shen Chuchen pinched her round cheeks and completely lost it, “Spit it out! Did you hear me? Hurry up and spit it out!!”

The little thing puffed her round cheeks as she teared up, she bit the rabbit's ear stubbornly and replied,

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“Wu, no.”

Ye Sang was upset.

She thought her teeth were going to break but Uncle Shen wanted her to spit it out.

Shen Chuchen thought he could still save the lantern.

So he pitched her face until it puffed up, and he almost lost it again when she still refused to let go.

“Ye Sangsang, let go!! Let go!!”

Finally.

Under Shen Chuchen's untiring attempts, Ye Sang finally let go of the rabbit ear unwillingly.

The little thing covered her mouth and looked at the rabbit lantern, her face filled with regret.

The owner's forehead throbbed as she saw the missing ear, and her lips twitched.

She slowly stretched out a hand and smiled, “Sir.”

“May I ask if you have any money on you?”

Shen Chuchen choked on her question.

Money? 

Do big shots like him have any cash on them? 

Shen Chuchen saw that people were starting to crowd around them, he couldn't afford to lose his face. He picked up the little girl and pa.s.sed the delicate rabbit lantern over.

The man pulled his lips and tried to smile “kindly”.

He earnestly suggested, “I think….”

“You can save it.”

“…” Those around them immediately fell silent.

The owner stared at the lantern for a few seconds and sighed at Shen Chuchen, “So you don't have any money?”

Shen Chuchen: “…”

Although he hated to admit it.

But it was the truth.

The owner gave him a pitiful look, “It's not easy to raise a child as a single father.”

“Don't worry, I'll give the lantern to you for free.”

After a pause, she added earnestly: “I'll make it for free because of your daughter.”

The owner waved her hands in disdain, gesturing that he could go now.

“…” Shen Chuchen never thought that he, a person who kills people like flies, had to get around something with a child's face.

The little thing swayed her head slowly. She immediately b.u.t.ted in after realising that they solved the problem.

“Uncle…Sangsang is hungry.”

Shen Chuchen pinched her soft and pale face with one hand, pulling a fake smile on his face as he remembered his empty wallet, “Uncle doesn't have any money.”

Ye Sang: “…”

She stared at him with her dark eyes and tilted her head to the side in confusion.

“Isn't uncle a rich child?” The little thing blinked and thought that there was some deviation in her knowledge of Uncle Shen.

Shen Chuchen wandered through the downtown area careless with his long legs and held the little girl in his arms skillfully like a full-time father.

He heard the little thing's question and his face immediately turned cold, “No.”

“I don't have any money right now.”

Although he didn't want to admit it.

He had to admit defeat in this situation.

Ye Sang was still unwilling to give up, she leaned in and said, “B-But I'm hungry.”

Shen Chuchen: “Bear with it.”

Little thing: “But I'm hungry.”

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Shen Chuchen finally realized that if he didn't give the little thing a clear explanation, she definitely won't give up easily.

It was indeed hard to raise a child.

It looks like that dog Huo Yao's past few months have been rather painful.

Shen Chuchen exclaimed bitterly.

“I don't have any money,” The man pursed his lips and stopped himself from ruining it, he continued with the same smile: “Because uncle is too useless.”

A bunch of question marks appeared on Ye Sang's little head.

Shen Chuchen knew that it was the time to show off his acting skills.

“You are too young to know how hard it is to be an adult,” He lowered his voice fittingly, “Uncle has a group of shadow guards at home.”

After a pause, Shen Chuchen added sorrowfully, “But they are rebellious.”

Ye Sang: “…”

What does rebellious mean? 

The little thing was puzzled but Shen Chuchen continued to show how poor he was, “I don't only have to raise those rebellious shadow guards, but I have to care for the elders and the young ones at home.”

“I've had to carry the weight of my entire family since I was twelve.”

“I can't even sleep soundly at night because I have to worry about my safety.”

He talked for a long time and Ye Sang was muddle-headed from it.

“Uncle can…” She buried her head in his arms and whispered, “Convince people with virtues.”

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…Her Mommy loved to do that. 

Shen Chuchen's forehead throbbed and refused subconsciously, “No.”

He sorrowfully replied, “I'm only worthy to be beaten up by others.”

Ye Sang: “…”

The little thing stopped talking awkwardly. The strand of hair on top of her head drooped down and she hugged him, trying to comfort him, “It's okay, it's okay.”

Ye Sang was scared that she'll hurt her uncle's pride and obediently stayed quiet.

She didn't dare to say that she was hungry, but her eyes were almost glued onto the stalls around her.

Shen Chuchen sighed in relief at how obedient she was, but he felt bitter at her envious gaze.

The man looked away and pressed his tongue against his teeth, planning to call and make his subordinates come and bring them some cash.

A host in a clown's makeup standing from a circus-like performance stage not far from them suddenly raised his voice and called towards him.

“Is there any audience who would like to play a game with us?”

The little thing revealed her head.

The clown's eyes immediately lit up and quickly approached them, asking her in front of Shen Chuchen.

“Little friend, would you like to play a game with us?”

Instantly, everyone looked towards them.

Ye Sang buried her head in Shen Chuchen's arms shyly under so much attention, she slowly nodded seeing that Shen Chuchen didn't plan to stop her, “Okay.”

The clown immediately grinned, “Then please follow me.”

The little thing wore a white dress and had the little bag she always had on her, she swayed like a little penguin.

Shen Chuchen frowned and fixed his gaze on the clown's back. He felt that the clown looked somewhat familiar for no reason.

The man stopped himself from grabbing the little girl back and watched from under the stage without blinking.

Logically, there shouldn't be any problems.

It's just a child going on the stage and having some fun.

But the clown felt too familiar.

On the stage, the clown bent down and smiled, “Little friend, can you perform something?”

He sounded kind and Ye Sang didn't feel any bad intention from him at all.

The little thing nodded heavily, “Yes.”

The clown pa.s.sed the mic to her and smiled, “Then will you please perform for us?”