My Demon Husband Is a Snake

Chapter 1185 - 118

"What are you doing here?" Qing Li raised her eyes, the coldness in them devoid of any warmth.

I have a terrible premonition that Chen Ahmao’s forehead could be pierced by red spider silk at any moment, and I might not be able to save him in time.

Feeling a cold sweat for the reckless Ahmao, I said to Chen Ahmao, "You should go back quickly, don’t cause trouble."

"But... that woman is slandering..." Chen Ahmao is a good kid, fiercely protective of his own people, angrily glaring at Liu Hongluan.

Liu Hongluan shrank her neck, hiding behind Qing Li, pretending and saying, "I meant well, the Young Master’s Wife’s reaction is too exaggerated."

I gave Chen Ahmao a warning look, and he dared not defy me, leaving angrily.

Once Chen Ahmao left, Qing Li took out a handkerchief and wiped the bean green juice stained on her finger pad, "What did you just call yourself? A cheap servant?"

"Mistress, I misspoke, I should have called myself a maid." Liu Hongluan was terrified, kneeling on the ground, trembling while groveling.

In this dire situation, she still wants to cause trouble.

I didn’t even know what to say to Liu Hongluan, so I said to Qing Li, "Mom, Dumpling is just more reclusive by nature and doesn’t like to talk."

"This time I think Liu Hongluan has some reason." Qing Li’s eyes flashed with sharpness, "Wanwan, have you ever thought about why, despite Dumpling’s happy family and so many people loving him, he just doesn’t want to speak?"

"But I’ve heard, he can recite long curse words." I’ve already heard Dumpling speak especially complete and complex curse words, so I’ve never doubted Dumpling’s language abilities.

"Able to recite curse words? It seems... maybe there’s no problem with language functionality, but except for curse words, he probably hasn’t said anything else."

Qing Li touched Dumpling’s little head and asked, "What’s really going on with you?"

Dumpling looked at us and gestured for us to come closer.

His clear big eyes signaled for us to lean in, so Qing Li and I leaned our heads in together.

His warm little hand touched our heads, and then a childlike voice echoed in our minds.

"Dumpling is very healthy, just too small to talk, when I’m a bit older, I’ll be able to talk."

Qing Li and I exchanged a look, our gazes quite subtle.

Originally, I truly never thought Dumpling was unhealthy or uncomfortable.

But now I’m ninety percent sure...

Little rascal is clearly trying to cover things up.

Just like Yu Longting, he likes to shoulder things himself.

Only, he’s still too young, hasn’t learned his dad’s knack for keeping things under wraps.

Qing Li probably knew that prying open the little guy’s mouth to uncover the real reason was really not easy, so she deliberately changed the topic, "Wanwan, tomorrow is Yu Longting’s birthday, what are you planning to give him?"

"His birthday?? It’s... tomorrow??! I can’t believe I didn’t even know!" I was greatly shocked.

Playing with the Dragon Scale around Dumpling’s neck, Qing Li lazily raised her brows, "It seems he never celebrated his birthday before, maybe because I wasn’t competent, so he did not, associating birthdays with me, the person he doesn’t want to think about. Now that you’ve found out, you can get ready."

"Actually, I have an existing surprise!" I thought for a moment, whispering softly in Qing Li’s ear, "It’s a stroke of luck, definitely substantial enough to be a birthday gift."

"What a good surprise, so substantial, it’s enough to be a birthday gift." Qing Li asked with a smile.

I whispered slowly, "I’ve saved enough money to make a down payment on a small house with a vegetable garden in Spring Wind Town, the title written in his name."

"Marrying you isn’t a loss, you really know how to do things, if I were Yu Longting, I’d be so happy I’d stay awake for three nights." Qing Li lazily propped her hand on her forehead, giving me a approving look.

Just then, Yu Longting returned, "What good thing? Could it make me stay awake for three nights?"