I Transmigrated Into A Divorce And Remarried A Hunter Husband-Chapter 402 - 400

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Chapter 402: Chapter 400

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Everyone was still somewhat nervous.

Although they came from the capital, they were just doing a small errand. Heng Yi entered the room with a cold and sullen face.

He was tall and broad, and his tanned skin had yet to turn white. In addition, it was cold in winter. Even though Han Qiao took good care of him, he was not as good as those young masters who lived in the greenhouse. His tanned skin was tender, and he looked a little rough. He did not speak much, and his face was solemn, which made him all the more powerful and untouchable. He was someone people wouldnā€™t dare to offend.

Especially Ah-Yao in Heng Yiā€™s arms.

The child was fair and tender, tinted with pink, and a face carved like jade. He was like a tiger cub winking at them. Just meeting him, they knew it was a rare opportunity.

Because there were people around, the child liked to laugh. When others donā€™t tease him, he would always smile. If he was teased, he would giggle until his body trembled.

He got down from Heng Yiā€™s arms and called all the guests uncles.

People from the capital, even if they were only small ā€œerrand boysā€, had good family backgrounds and were well-informed. š™›š™§š“®š“®š™¬š“®š’ƒš’š“øš’—š“®š™”.š“¬š“øš“¶

Someone immediately gave Ah-Yao a greeting gift.

Ah-Yaoā€™s eyes lit up, and he shouted more enthusiastically.

After one round of gifts, his pockets were stuffed full.

Joyfully, he walked up to Heng Yi, ā€œFather!ā€

Heng Yi patted his head helplessly.

Even with Ah-Yaoā€™s presence, these people were still a little restless. After saying a few words and toasting some wine, they got up and left with Ah-Yao.

Ah-Yao waved to everyone.

Giggling joyfully as he exited the room with his father.

After they left, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and started to discuss Ah-Yao.

ā€œThat boy looks really smart.ā€

Not only smart, but too smart.

For a child who was only one year and a few months old, he was very clever. freew ebnov el

When Heng Yi and Ah-Yao returned, Madam Jun and Li Zhao had also arrived.

Madam Jun was talking to Han Qiao, while the other children listened.

Heng Yi came in, just in time dinner was ready to be served.

Ah-Yao held the gifts he received in front of Han Qiao, ā€œMother!ā€

Han Qiao was very helpless.

She asked Duan Yue to take the things and put them away for Ah-Yao.

She had to inquire about these people to see what their names were, where they lived, and how many people were in their families. When the time came, she had to prepare them a gift in return.

There was no such thing as a free lunch in this world.

Nor were there pies that would fall from the sky.

The dishes were served on the table.

Ah-Yaoā€™s food was specially made. The steamed fish tonight looked very appetizing.

Ah-Yao stared at it with sparkly eyes. Heng Yi picked up a piece, dipped it in some soup, and fed it to him.

It tasted terrible.

He refused to eat his porridge and kept hitting the small chair. He eventually lost his temper and slapped the bowl to the ground.

CRASH!

The bowl shattered.

Ah-Yao himself was frightened by the noise, and tears streamed down his face.

Heng Yiā€™s heart ached so much that he wanted to coax him.

Han Qiao put down her chopsticks heavily and walked out of the dining room with Ah-Yao in her arms. She put him outside the door, and said seriously, ā€œYou stand here and reflect on your actions.ā€

ā€œThink carefully. Will Father and Mother harm you? Some things are not given to you for your own good. When you can eat them, who will stop you?ā€

ā€œItā€™s good for you. Yet you threw the bowl away all at once. Why donā€™t you think about how long it takes for that porridge to reach you? How many people have put in their blood and sweat to make it on your table?ā€

ā€œWho are you throwing this tantrum for?ā€

ā€œStand properly and donā€™t cry. If you donā€™t understand, you will stand here tonight.ā€

After that, Han Qiao re-entered the dining room.

Heng Yi wanted to persuade Han Qiao, but she pulled him to sit down and eat.

When the broken bowls on the ground had been cleaned up, Han Qiao said with a smile, ā€œDonā€™t worry about him. Letā€™s eat.ā€

Han Chi and the others looked worriedly at the door.

Only Madam Jun smiled, ā€œHe has a heavy responsibility on his shoulders. He canā€™t be careless..ā€

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