Chapter 123 Qi Qi Blames Himself

Chapter 123 Qi Qi Blames Himself

Shen Minyan ate that spoonful of mashed potato under the little one's worried gaze.

A wave of bitterness instantly washed over him, and he couldn't help but sniffle twice.

The little one keenly noticed that Daddy was tearing up, warm tears streaming down his face.

Why was Daddy crying? It must be because taking care of him was too exhausting.

Su Youli was still too young to fully grasp the complex, inexpressible emotions that adults felt.

Daddy was crying, so he needed to comfort him, not make fun of him.

Kun Kun used to cry a lot too, often sneaking off to shed tears when his Little Dad was sick.

Crying is just a release of emotion; you feel better after you cry.

The little one wriggled out from under the blanket, kicked off the snug covering, pushed himself up, and wrapped his arms around Daddy's neck.

"Daddy, it's okay, it's okay to cry."

"I love you, Daddy. Thank you for taking care of You You."

He whispered comfort in Shen Minyan's ear, mimicking grown-ups by patting Daddy's back with his tiny hand.

Shen Minyan took a deep breath and lifted his head.

His eyes were red, with dark circles beneath them. The little one tilted his head, touched Daddy's chin with his small hand, feeling the scratchy stubble.

"Daddy, your beard has grown out."

He said it as if it were the most wondrous discovery.

Shen Minyan smiled through his tears, extending his chin for the little one to touch: "When You You's all better, will you still help Daddy shave?"

The little one immediately replied: "Of course!"

They finished breakfast bite by bite, leaving nothing behind.

After breakfast, the little one was clearly feeling better, sitting on the bed and looking at his three little friends gathered around.

Mi Le kept pulling funny faces, making the little one giggle.

Pei Qiqi’s brow was furrowed the whole time, his expression very serious.

He looked the most upset of everyone. When Hua Zhao brought snacks for the children, she even joked that anyone who didn’t know better would think he was the one who was sick.

Pei Qiqi stayed quiet, glued to You You's side and not going anywhere.

"This is all my fault," Pei Qiqi suddenly said.

Hua Zhao laughed softly and patted his head: "What’s your fault?"

Pei Qiqi pursed his lips, thought for a moment, and then confided in his aunt: "If I'd stayed with You You yesterday, he wouldn’t have gotten sick."

He had won first place and received a 200-yuan prize. He learned about You You's ranking when the three of them completed their task.

So when he went out to buy a gift, he deliberately walked slowly, waiting for You You so he could split the prize money with him.

"You You didn’t want the money I offered, so he went to the beach to gather shells as a gift for Uncle Shen. The wind was strong at the beach yesterday, and the sun was blazing."

As he spoke, Pei Qiqi’s nose started to sting. Fevers hurt—his nose and ears felt blocked, his head ached, and his whole body felt weak. When he had a fever before, it was really awful.

The thought that You You was suffering so much last night while he was fast asleep, unable to help at all, made his heart ache.

Hua Zhao didn’t expect him to take it so seriously. As he was about to cry, she immediately crouched down and hugged him: "Qi Qi, You You getting sick has nothing to do with you, understand?"

Pei Qiqi shook his head, his voice shaky: "I promised I'd protect You You."

He felt warmth on his shoulder and turned to see a little hand resting there.

Turning his head, he saw a cute little face right up close.

The little one had changed from his pajamas into soft, comfy clothes. He stood beside him and asked: "Qi Qi brother, what’s the matter?"

In Su Youli’s memory, Qi Qi brother wasn't usually a crier. Even when he did cry, he was pretty tough. Why did he look so pitiful now?

Pei Qiqi sniffed hard, quickly turned around, and took his hand: "I’m fine."

He wouldn’t cry in front of You You.

The little one didn’t doubt him for a second. His big eyes blinked twice, and he started getting fidgety.

"Qi Qi brother, let’s go play~"

The little cub, now recovered, was full of energy again. He no longer wanted to stay in the room; he wanted to go downstairs and play.

Pei Qiqi glanced at Uncle Shen. Before the other could say anything, he refused: "No, you’ve just gotten better."

Besides, he knew that fevers in children could recur, and they needed to rest properly.

Although they couldn’t go out to play, the little one was carried to the living room by Daddy to watch Ultraman Tiga with his friends.

The production team had an emergency meeting. The main focus of "Little Feet Big Adventure" was these four children.

Su Youli was sick and couldn’t go out today. The other three little ones stuck to Su Youli like glue, unwilling to go off on their own.

The director was exasperated. He couldn’t just film the children watching TV in the room—if that were broadcast, netizens would surely criticize them.

Shen Minyan asked him: "What’s the plan for today?"

Director: "The original plan for today was to have the children experience the diving activities on the island."

Shen Minyan raised an eyebrow, hands in his pockets, and glanced at the director.

The director felt a chill. This plan definitely couldn’t be implemented—the children were too young.

Su Youli didn’t get sick last time when playing in the mud, but he fell ill after going to collect shells. It wouldn’t be good if the other children got sick too.

While the show’s appeal was important, the children’s health and safety were even more crucial.

The production team gathered to discuss alternatives. Fortunately, they had plenty of footage from yesterday. If they spent the whole day in the villa, it would still work.

Some staff suggested having the children go on a treasure hunt in the villa, hiding a few "treasures" for them to find.

Kids love treasure hunt games.

Others proposed that since the villa was spacious, they could do some parent-child games. The previous "Paddy Field Rescue" activity had been very successful.

The warmth and humor were dialed up to the max.

In less than half an hour, the production team came up with several shooting plans and planned to select the most feasible one.

"Knock, knock, knock—"

The four kids sat side by side in the living room watching TV when they heard a knock at the door.

Mi Huan went to answer it and found a few kids with tanned skin.

These kids were clearly native islanders; their eyes were clear and honest, with the oldest being no more than seven or eight years old.

Mi Huan bent down and greeted them with a smile, "Hello, is there something I can help you with?"

The leader of the group, A Ming, was a bit nervous upon seeing this handsome older brother. "Hello, is Mi Le here?"

Mi Huan raised an eyebrow and peeked inside.

He wondered if Mi Le had offended someone in the village yesterday. Squinting, he carefully examined the faces and bodies of the kids at the door.

Recalling that Mi Le had also been clean and unhurt yesterday, he concluded it probably wasn’t a case of someone coming to complain after a fight. He nodded and replied, "Yes, he’s here."

He turned his head and called out, "Mi Le—you've got visitors!"

Mi Le turned his head, shooting a sideways glance, "Who is it? Bro, I’m busy—Ultraman Tiga is about to transform!"