Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories

It was not Little Brother’s death anniversary yet.

Ye Ling’s sudden appearance reminded Shen Qianshu of much unhappiness, and she suddenly wanted to visit Little Brother’s grave.

Shen Qianshu bought three lilies and placed them on his grave.

The child was buried nameless. It was an empty gravestone. She stood before it in silence. In the morning, the cemetery was quiet and eerie, and Shen Qianshu felt a bit chilly.

Little Brother, are you doing fine in heaven?

Shen Qianshu turned around and saw Ye Ling behind her like a spirit. She did not know when he was behind her. With the morning fog covering him in a layer of frost, Ye Ling approached her.

“My little princess…” Ye Ling looked at the nameless gravestone. The cold man expressed an unspeakable sadness. Shen Qianshu was slightly shocked. He really did love the child. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have looked for her for seven years.

Ye Ling looked at the nameless gravestone with his eyebrows furrowed.

Zhong Ran’s investigation was quick. In one night, he figured out everything that occurred.

His little princess was dead.

Even though he knew the dead child was a little prince, he could not switch over instantly.

He had been talking about a little princess for seven years.

He worked hard for seven years to make enough money that could even buy the entire Europe. Yet, his little princess was gone.

“It’s a son!” Shen Qianshu looked at his miserable face, not knowing why he kept calling him little princess. “Forget it, little princess then.”

Little Brother, your daddy is here to see you.

He’s a jerk. Forgive him for mixing up your gender.

“Ye Ling, I’m sorry I could not save him.” Shen Qianshu’s voice was light. Ye Ling stared at her. The girl under the morning sunlight seemed more beautiful than in his memory. There was no longer baby fat. She was quick-witted and beautiful like a skylark in the morning light.

Some people’s heart changed quickly, and they went beyond recognition over the years. Some people went through rounds and rounds, yet their heart never changed.

“It’s okay,” Ye Ling said.

Shen Qianshu thought that Ye Ling was someone who would never say “It’s okay.” She was a little touched, yet in the next moment, Ye Ling said something that shocked her.

“Let’s make another!”

Damn. 

“What?” Shen Qianshu asked in uncertainty.

Ye Ling’s gaze locked onto hers, and he grabbed her by her waist. Shen Qianshu bumped into his chest, with her nose on his white shirt. The warmth of his body swept through her skin, and she looked up to see a pair of calm, deep eyes. “You and I. Make another baby!”

“Are you crazy?!” Shen Qianshu’s heart palpitated wildly, and she pushed him away.

Ye Ling was indifferent to her runaway. “Return me my little princess.”

“Son, SON! Not a little princess!”

“Return me my little princess.”

“Ye Ling, you are sick. You need help!”

Son, your dad is sick. Don’t mind him going berserk in front of your grave.

“Shen Qianshu, if you don’t return me my little princess, I will kill your son!” Ye Ling’s eyes were filled with viciousness. The next moment, he seemed to be angry at the entire universe, treating every single person as an enemy.

A chill ran down Shen Qianshu’s spine. She ran away fearfully, and she felt as if a devil was chasing after her.

“Shen Qianshu. You can’t escape.”

Shen Qianshu was fleeing out of the cemetery. Ye Ling knew the child was dead, but it was not something anyone would have wished for. The only way he was associated with her was through the child.

He searched for seven years, and it was all for the child.

Things had already reached the end stage. Why was there a 180-degree turn, why did he want to make another daughter?

Who the freaking heck wants to make a baby with you! How bold of you to threaten me. Laws exist! Whoever believes you is a fool!