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Chapter 2

Before her rebirth, Wei Maomao had worked in the food service industry for quite some time. What she used to find most troublesome were the screaming and crying children in the store.

The tantrums of a child could indeed achieve victory in most cases. However, such victories were mostly temporary, stemming from the adults’ annoyance or compromise from losing face, and could not last.

Wei Maomao, who was reborn, didn’t want to use that kind of noisy way to get an unstable victory.

It was just…

Three years old was not an age where one could reason.

Wei Maomao didn’t make a fuss, but she still chose to cry.

Wei Chengli, who thought he was doing a good job coaxing the child, unilaterally felt that it would only take a few more minutes to completely divert his daughter’s attention. However, he didn’t expect that after being distracted for a second, the chubby little dumpling would struggle to roll down from his arms and quickly crawl back to the sofa, curling up. The soft, round little face stared at the TV without saying a word. A pair of black grape-like bright eyes blinked twice, and the crystal clear light in them took on a physical form, instantly rolling down the pink cheeks and pattering onto the equally tender arms.

When the little dumpling first shrank back on the sofa with red eyes, Wei Chengli still wanted to coax the suddenly sulking child with a smile. However, once the tears fell, the situation was different.

Weak.

Helpless.

And pitiful.

The silent tears were like the grievance of being abandoned by the world.

This was true sadness, Wei Chengli swore with his professional ethics as a director.

However, why would such earth-shattering sadness appear on the face of his own three-year-old baby?

Not being able to go out and play… was it that sad?

The smile on Wei Chengli’s face instantly disappeared, and the hand he stretched out again carried a hint of panic.

Unlike Wei Chengli, who was stunned and a beat slower, Zhang Shilan had already taken the little dumpling into her arms, coaxing her in a low voice, wiping and patting her.

Compared to the unreasonable crying and shouting, this kind of well-behaved crying was obviously more heartbreaking.

Wei Maomao didn’t mention going anywhere anymore, she just watched the first season of “Where’s Baby Going” playing on TV and cried quietly.

Tears fell like broken beads, hitting Wei Maomao’s small, white, lotus root-like arms, and were randomly wiped away by Zhang Shilan. However, the beads fell so fast and so much that Zhang Shilan’s movements became more and more flustered, and her coaxing voice became more and more urgent.

And Wei Maomao, who initially just wanted to cry a little to make her parents realize that she was really sad, was lost in the huge sadness she had unintentionally released.

Yes, huge, monstrous sadness that, with just a little indulgence, drilled out and swallowed Wei Maomao, who was still having nightmares every night even after being reborn.

How could she… not be sad…

The mother she lost in her youth, the father who was devastated to the point of madness, the heavy debts that fell on her shoulders, and Cheng Tingyan… The only light in her difficult life was extinguished right before her eyes…

Even though none of this had happened yet, they were all still fine.

But as long as she thought about the past, as long as she indulged herself in a moment of recollection… Darkness, boundless darkness would rush towards her, engulfing her and dragging her away…

Oh… It didn’t drag her away.

Just as her consciousness was about to be swallowed by sadness, Wei Maomao suddenly felt a pain in the soles of her feet and couldn’t help but cry out.

Her body’s instinct temporarily pulled her back to reality from the overwhelming sadness.

“Maomao, be good, be good, don’t cry, if you don’t cry, Daddy will take you to play with your friends, okay?” Wei Chengli squeezed out a smile under the little dumpling’s tearful glare, put his hands behind his back, and pretended that it wasn’t him who had just ruthlessly scratched the soles of her chubby feet.

Although he felt a little guilty, Wei Chengli didn’t think he had scratched the wrong place.

After all, the little dumpling, whose face was now flushed red and starting to get angry, looked much more lively than the little dumpling who had just cried silently as if she had lost her soul.

Wei Maomao hugged her right foot and looked down at the red soles of her feet, her face puffed up with anger.

His daughter was crying and he pinched the soles of her feet!

This was her biological father, this was actually her biological father! Ahhh! She was so angry she was deformed!

She was so angry that she forgot to continue crying.

Zhang Shilan breathed a sigh of relief and took a soft tissue from the side to gently wipe the little dumpling’s face. As she wiped, she looked at Wei Chengli worriedly, “Maomao wants to play with her friends now, why don’t we…”

“Just… go there!” Wei Maomao kicked her old man’s hand that was reaching over again and pointed at the TV with one finger.

Wei Maomao was determined and pointed clearly, but… her body couldn’t keep up.

Not long after, the little dumpling, who had just been stubborn for a while, fell asleep soundly in her mother’s arms, the tear stains on the corners of her eyes were grievances she didn’t have time to tell.

Wei Chengli gently pulled the small gauze quilt from the corner of the sofa and exchanged glances with Zhang Shilan, who was carefully holding the little dumpling in her arms. There was no relief in their eyes that they didn’t need to continue coaxing the child for the time being, only the same worry.

The little dumpling slept soundly. Wei Chengli gently covered her with the gauze quilt, trying to dispel the depression in his heart, and then looked up at his wife and coaxed, “It’s okay, she just made a fuss, she’s tired and fell asleep. Didn’t the doctor say yesterday that children get tired and need to sleep?”

Zhang Shilan was not comforted at all. She frowned and sighed, “Why is she tired again? She slept for almost two hours during her nap, and it’s only been less than an hour since she woke up. Why don’t we change hospitals and go see another doctor?”

“Yesterday’s doctor is a relatively famous pediatrician in the province. The two specialist appointments I made are not until next Monday. This sudden falling asleep today is the first time, right?” Wei Chengli asked.

“Yes.” Zhang Shilan nodded. “She didn’t sleep when she was arranging flowers with me in the morning.”

“That’s much better than yesterday and the day before. And all the tests yesterday were fine. I guess it’s like the doctor said, maybe it’s because Maomao’s mood has been fluctuating a lot these past few days, and she keeps having nightmares at night and not sleeping well, that’s why she always wants to sleep. Especially crying, it consumes a lot of energy. I found that she gets sleepy as soon as she cries.” Wei Chengli analyzed and comforted, “Let’s take her to see the doctor again next week. But it’s much better today, I guess she’ll be fine before next week.”

Zhang Shilan gently touched the soft little head in her arms, lowered her head and remained silent.

Wei Chengli reached out and gently poked his wife’s arm, “What are you thinking about?”

What was she thinking about…

She was thinking about the seemingly collapsed crying the day before yesterday.

Or the quiet sobbing yesterday.

Or the silent tears today.

Her carefree little chubby baby, her little chubby baby who was only three years old, why was she suddenly so sad these past few days, why did she have so many tears that couldn’t be shed, what exactly was in those dreams that made her wake up in a cold sweat and tears…

Her arm was gently patted again, dispelling the many doubts that Zhang Shilan had just gathered.

“I’m thinking…” Zhang Shilan looked up, her eyes filled with confusion, “I don’t want her to cry.”

Wei Chengli choked. She was right, he didn’t want her to cry either.

But let’s not talk about before, just now, the little dumpling was so shrewd, there was no way to coax her or fool her. If he didn’t want her to cry, he had to agree to her request.

But Maomao was only three years old, and he really wasn’t confident that he could handle taking her out to record a variety show for so many days by himself.

Let’s not talk about whether he could do it or not, just looking at Maomao’s condition these past few days, where she would immediately fall asleep after being a little tired or crying a little, it was obvious that she wasn’t suitable to go out and film a show.

In addition, he had already rejected the invitation from the program team before, and now they might have already invited someone else. How could he go back on his word…

There were too many restrictions in reality, so Wei Chengli could only pin his hopes on the fact that the three-year-old little dumpling didn’t actually understand what a program was, what participating was, and was just talking nonsense for fun, and would soon be distracted by something new.

Wei Maomao…

Of course not.

Perhaps it was because Wei Chengli had been too annoying before, but during the half hour that Wei Maomao was in a coma, she rarely dreamed of Cheng Tingyan, but of her father from her previous life.

Her father who drank himself into a stupor after losing his wife.

Her father who guaranteed a loan for someone and ended up carrying a mountain of debt, going to film every day with a bottle of alcohol in his mouth.

Her father who was falsely accused, didn’t want to clear his name, but became even more decadent, and finally chose to end his own life on her mother’s death anniversary…

The little dumpling woke up with her fists clenched, her heart pounding with panic. When her father’s big face, which she wanted to kiss, suddenly appeared in front of her, she couldn’t help but punch him.

Well, that was much better.

Looking at Wei Chengli, who was clearly not in much pain but still clutching his face and pretending to be hurt while peeking at her reaction, Wei Maomao slowly exhaled.

Were you the only one who lost her?

Were you the only one who felt pain?

The words she couldn’t bring herself to ask the man with the cloudy, alcohol-tinged eyes in her previous life, she naturally had no reason to ask in this life.

Hate, perhaps she didn’t hate him.

But resentment, how could there not be?

The little fleshy paw pushed away her father, who was pretending to be hurt and wanting a kiss of reconciliation. Wei Maomao stood up on the sofa and glanced at the clock on the wall.

This time, she had fallen asleep for half an hour again…

It had happened several times in the three days since her rebirth.

Thinking too much during the day, her emotions fluctuating too much, not sleeping well at night, the doctor yesterday said that her parents were confused, only Wei Maomao herself knew.

The body of a three-year-old child was indeed too weak, too weak to bear her adult soul that was riddled with holes of sadness and numbness.

Except for the uncontrollable emotional ups and downs on the day she was reborn, Wei Maomao had been consciously controlling herself for the past two days.

Controlling her emotions, her amount of exercise, even her thoughts.

She was just trying to fake cry before, but she didn’t expect that the valve of sadness couldn’t be opened at all.

However, these were all minor issues.

Wei Maomao pushed away the little rabbit doll that Wei Chengli handed over to make peace, ignored the Peppa Pig cartoon he had specially turned on, grabbed the remote control, and switched to a new episode of the first season of “Where’s Baby Going.”

Where she couldn’t see, Wei Chengli sighed heavily at his double failure to coax the child and divert her attention.

Wei Maomao was a determined and persistent little dumpling, and in the next two weeks, Wei Chengli got a good taste of it.

Finally, on an afternoon filled with the chirping of cicadas, Wei Chengli still bit the bullet and dialed a number in his contacts.