Hidden identities of the AI Heiress-Chapter 450 - A Special Gift
Chapter 450: Chapter 450: A Special Gift
Chapter 450: Chapter 450: A Special Gift
Lu Shiran grumbled, “Fine then, but you can’t break your promise, and you can’t bring Second Cousin.”
With Lu Zhanxing around, his sister’s attention wouldn’t be on him.
“Okay.” Qiao Yun was willing to agree to this small request.
She sighed internally, thinking how difficult it was to coax a child.
Lu Shiran saw Qiao Yun out, instructing her to be careful on the road, to tell the driver to drive slowly, and to remember not to mention to Lu Zhanxing about what had happened today.
Especially about him fighting.
Qiao Yun nodded and promised one by one.
Before getting into the car, Qiao Yun said softly, “Brother, thank you for standing up for me.”
Lu Shiran was stunned for a moment, his gaze resting on Qiao Yun’s face that was even more fair and clear under the moonlight.
He touched his head, feeling a bit embarrassed, “What are you thanking me for? You’re my sister, no one is allowed to speak ill of you.”
Qiao Yun pursed her lips, her beautiful eyes curving into crescents.
In the past, she hadn’t been able to feel the care and concern her family had for her, and she had no feelings for them in return; her arrival at the Lu family was only to fulfill her grandfather’s last wish.
But now, she was slowly starting to understand their care for her.
Lu Shiran felt a warm feeling in his heart. Since Lu Zhanxing’s car accident, he had felt the distance between his sister and him lessen a bit.
She seemed more willing to take the initiative to get closer to them.
Lu Shiran was delighted by Qiao Yun’s change, finally feeling a sense that he could grasp his sister’s affection.
…
When Qiao Yun returned to the Lu family home, she saw Lu Zhanxing sitting in a wheelchair at the door waiting for her.
She paused for a moment before moving forward, scolding, “It’s cold; you shouldn’t be sitting outside.”
“I just wanted to see if you were back yet.” Lu Zhanxing wore a knitted hat, covering his bald head.
In fact, his hair was growing back quickly, especially with the hair growth lotion that Qiao Yun had given him. It was no longer bald; the hair had already sprouted a bit.
The reason he still wore the knitted hat was because it was hand-knit by his sister.
Lu Zhanxing loved it so much that he was the only one in the family to have one, so he had to wear it every day to show off.
The family members scoffed at his behavior but then turned to gaze longingly at Qiao Yun.
Yet they didn’t want to tire Qiao Yun out, so they continued to be envious of Lu Zhanxing.
“Let me help you.” Qiao Yun stepped forward to help push Lu Zhanxing’s wheelchair.
This wheelchair was an intelligent product from the research lab.
It didn’t need to be pushed by hand, as it could move on its own and even automatically avoid obstacles.
Seeing Lu Zhanxing, who had lost a lot of weight, Qiao Yun silently resolved to feed her brother more and fatten him up.
Lu Zhanxing waiting for her at the door just now gave Qiao Yun a warm feeling.
No one had ever waited for her to come home; she mostly spent her time in the research lab.
Even the Qiao family, who had adopted her and were engrossed in their research, might not even meet once a year.
And with her status as it was, nobody treated her like a child; they all regarded her as a peer.
Even some of the elders would subconsciously respect her when they met her.
The Qiao family were good to her, but Qiao Yun couldn’t feel the meaning of family affection from them.
Well, not exactly…
That day.
She was returning home from the research lab and saw her grandfather sitting at the door in a rocking chair, resting with his eyes closed.
The sky that day was beautiful, the sunset painting half of the sky a drunken red, the whole view tinged with orange and warm breeze, and the fields filled with the chirping of crickets.
Grandfather, rocking in his chair with a teacup in hand, looked at her with his kind eyes and a frail physique, saying, “Qiaoqiao, you’re back. Remember to drink the mung bean soup Grandpa left for you on the stove.”
It was the only time Grandpa had waited for her at the door to welcome her home.
Because the next night, Grandfather passed away.
Qiao Yun lowered her gaze, her thick, curling eyelashes casting a shadow over her eyelids, her voice soft as she asked, “Tomorrow…”
“Hmm?” Lu Zhanxing lifted his head to look back, revealing a pair of gentle, smiling eyes. “What about tomorrow?”
Qiao Yun gazed at his smile, hesitated for a moment, and shook her head to indicate it was nothing.
She had wanted to ask Lu Zhanxing to wait for her to come home tomorrow as well.
But she still didn’t say it.
Because she didn’t want to be too capricious, that wouldn’t be like her at all.
Qiao Yun pushed Lu Zhanxing back to the room. The room was warm, and the chill in her hands and feet warmed instantly, as did Qiao Yun’s whole being.
When Su Mian saw Qiao Yun return, she grinned with twinkling eyes, “Qiaoqiao, did you have fun?”
“Fun.”
“Do you like singing?”
“I can’t sing.”
Su Mian immediately said, “It’s okay if you can’t sing, next time we’ll go together, and Mommy will teach you, okay?”
“Okay.”
Qiao Yun answered whatever she was asked, behaving quietly and obediently, showing no impatience at all.
Because of her patience, Su Mian’s eyes crinkled with a smile. She pulled out a knitted hat, “Look, Mommy made this for you.”
Qiao Yun’s gaze fell on the knitted hat in Su Mian’s hand.
It was pink, with strings dangling from the sides, and a fluffy pom-pom attached at the end—very cute in style.
Obviously, the person who knitted it had put a lot of effort into its design.
“Do you like it?” Su Mian asked cheerfully.
Qiao Yun nodded slowly, “It’s pretty.”
Su Mian was even happier, “Today is Christmas, and while others get presents, my precious daughter should have one too.”
“Thank you.”
Qiao Yun thanked her obediently, a slight blush coloring her ears.
This was the first time she had received a handmade gift, and it was very special.
Su Mian came over, helped Qiao Yun put it on, and said with satisfaction, “It fits perfectly, very pretty, no wonder you’re my daughter, you’re so beautiful.”
Qiao Yun looked up, her delicate face bathed in a warm glow from the light, and her usually cold eyes seemed much softer. She whispered, “I really like it.”
“Mom, what about mine?” Lu Zhanxing teased on purpose.
“No share for you, you’ve got everything already, besides it was knitted by my daughter,” Su Mian’s tone had a hint of acidity, and then she gave one each to Lu Jingzhi and Lu Rui, just not to Lu Zhanxing.
Lu Zhanxing felt a little guilty.
Well, he had been showing off the knitted cap his sister had made for him all the time, and now karma had caught up with him.
With the pink knitted hat on, Qiao Yun’s eyes sparkled as she said to Su Mian, “I’ll knit one for you.”
“No need, Mommy doesn’t need one right now,” Su Mian declined, worried it would strain Qiao Yun’s eyes.
Qiao Yun didn’t say much but had already planned in her heart what gifts to give them.
This time, she decided not to give material gifts.
After all, she had received such a thoughtful present.
Qiao Yun returned to her room, sat on the bed, touched the soft hat in her hands, and took a few pictures with her phone.
Eventually, she chose the prettiest one and sent it to the research group.
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The researchers: ????!??
What does Professor Qiao mean?
Is there something researchable about this hat?
With a few taps, Qiao Yun told them: “Mommy knitted it herself.”
There was an unmistakable sense of showing off.
Instantly, the group was filled with compliments.
Qiao Yun pursed her lips, feeling satisfied, and went to bed to sleep.
