I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Fortunately, Luo Han died young.

Otherwise, regardless of how big the incident was, if it had happened when the girl was in fourth or fifth grade of elementary school, around ten years old, Mr. Jiang would not have been able to harbor even the slightest bit of wishful thinking.

The little girl's memory may be hazy, but her mother will never forget, and will never forget for the rest of her life.

"Mr. Jiang...why are you asking this?"

Continuing on, Yu Hui, the city's most beautiful flower, was somewhat puzzled.

The man coughed lightly. He wasn't worried that the mother would hold a grudge against him, after all, she had been forced into this situation.

So to be precise, he did rescue the other party.

"She's just a child; her values ​​haven't been established yet. She doesn't know what kind of person her father is. If she knew how her father left her, would she..."

Yu Hui then understood and realized the other party's concerns.

She was well aware of the dangers of the martial world, and her expression changed slightly.

Don't be fooled by how kind and friendly the man carrying snacks may seem; you should know that it was this man who brought Luo Han to his knees.

Can someone who can deal with bad people really be a nice guy?

“Mr. Jiang, I will never let Yao Yao know about those things. In a few years, her memory of Luo Han will completely disappear…”

"But blood is thicker than water, isn't it?"

Mr. Jiang looked at the little girl "leading the way" ahead and smiled gently. His kind words made Yu Hui's heart clench even tighter.

"No."

She shook her head quickly and decisively, "The kindness of raising is greater than the kindness of giving birth. Luo Han deserved his punishment. Even if Yao Yao really knows those things when she grows up, she can't possibly be unable to distinguish right from wrong. Besides, I plan to change Yao Yao's surname."

"Change your surname? Change it to what?"

Yu Hui was stumped again, staring blankly at the person who subconsciously answered the question.

What should it be changed to?
If you don't take your father's surname, you should naturally take your mother's surname.

Are you suggesting I take your surname, since you're an outsider? Change my surname to Jiang?

"Excuse me."

Mr. Jiang reacted quickly, realizing he had asked a rather silly question, and apologized to the woman's mother.

The label "lover" might instinctively make people view her with prejudice, but Boss Jiang still admired this woman quite a bit. Whether before or after Luo Han's death, she possessed outstanding survival wisdom, as well as commendable resilience and tenacity.

"Brother, Mommy, why are you walking so slowly?"

The little girl, Luo Yao, ran back, or as she can now be called, Yu Yao.

It can't really be Jiang Yao, can it?

What kind of system?

"Was that martial arts just now?"

Jiang Chen asked, feigning surprise.

"It's kung fu!"

The little girl corrected her.

"..."

Jiang Chen pursed his lips and continued to ask in a kind and friendly manner, "Who taught you kung fu?"

"Grandpa Taoist Priest!"

The little girl tilted her head back, not without pride, "Grandpa Taoist priest said I have extraordinary bones and am a martial arts prodigy who appears only once in a hundred years."

She inherited her mother's genes; she speaks fluently and enunciates exceptionally clearly.

"puff--"

Boss Jiang didn't do it on purpose; he really couldn't help himself.

That old charlatan is a real conman.

Let's not even mention Lan Peizhi and Duanmu Liuli.

This little girl came up the mountain by chance, and by sheer coincidence, she is also a gifted little genius.

He doesn't believe it.

Do you like practicing kung fu?

The little girl nodded vigorously, without hesitation, "I like it!"

"But isn't practicing kung fu very hard?"

"It's not hard work."

The little girl shook her head like a drum, speaking with a strong and clear voice, "Only by mastering kung fu can I protect Mommy from being bullied by anyone."

"..."

Why does he like daughters?

My little cotton-padded jacket (a traditional Chinese dress), how sweet!

Yu Hui's face was also filled with maternal love and emotion.

Without this girl, she couldn't have survived until now. "You're wrong."

Boss Jiang said seriously, "Practicing kung fu is for improving health, because no one will bully anyone."

Ok.

It is important to cultivate children's values ​​and beliefs from an early age, so that they firmly believe in the goodness and beauty of society, rather than developing the idea of ​​solving problems with violence.

That would be terrible.

"No. Bad people will bully others."

Although the little girl is young, she's not in kindergarten yet; she's old enough to go to primary school, so she's not so easily fooled.

She clenched her little fists, "If I learn kung fu well, I can defeat the bad guys."

Needless to say.

It must have been taught by that old charlatan and drunkard.

Jiang Chen continued, "If you encounter bad people, you can seek help from the police. We must learn to solve problems using legal means, understand, Yao Yao?"

Mr. Jiang's serious demeanor amused Yu Hui, but she dared not laugh out loud and could only cover her mouth with her hand.

What is law?

The little girl tilted her head back, her eyes filled with clear confusion.

"The law is..."

When explaining the law to a child of about seven years old, even Boss Jiang was momentarily speechless.

I'm afraid the only solution is to call Fang Qing over.

"The law is like a hero; it will help you deal with bad guys."

Yu Hui spoke up.

Jiang Chen smiled.

That's the charm of highly educated women.

The little girl's eyes lit up; she clearly knew the word "hero."

"Mommy, can you call the hero over here?"

Yu Hui was taken aback, but in a flash she came up with a solution: "Brother is a great hero!"

"elder brother?"

The little girl's gaze returned to Jiang Chen.

To dispel any concerns someone might have, Yu Hui went to great lengths to implant a glorious image of that person in her daughter's mind: "Yes, none of the bad guys are a match for your brother."

"Is your brother that amazing?"

The little girl's eyes sparkled with surprise, or to be more precise, she seemed a little disbelieving.
"Clap."

The snacks fell freely and landed on the ground.

Jiang Chen, now free, was solemn. He stepped out with his left foot until his feet were shoulder-width apart, then landed, his posture upright and strong, his shoulders naturally lowered without shrugging or stiffness, and his hands slowly raised to his chest...

"Lying down like a drawn bow!"

Stand like a pine tree!

Sit still and unshaken like a bell!
Walking like the wind!

Southern Fist and Northern Leg!
Shaolin and Wudang Kung Fu!
Tai Chi Bagua Continuous Palm!
"China possesses divine powers!"

—As if anyone can't do it.

Boss Jiang immediately demonstrated his skills, his voice powerful and his moves a perfect blend of strength and grace, sometimes fierce and wild, sometimes light and graceful, showing off his abilities to the little girl.

cough.

It might also include the mother next to her.

As expected, the little girl, with her limited experience, was completely stunned. She was given a lot of emotional support, clapping her hands excitedly, her eyes sparkling, "Wow!"

Don't ask.

The answer is the military boxing style we learned during university military training.

of course.

Over time, I couldn't remember clearly, so I had to make temporary adaptive changes.

True heroes are not bound by rules and regulations; they usually form their own unique style.
Yu Hui was even more shocked, covering her mouth in astonishment. She hadn't expected this man to condescend to make his daughter happy. Even some biological fathers probably wouldn't do that.

Watching the man "impromptu martial arts demonstration" and his daughter cheering, Yu Hui's heart, which had long been stagnant, gradually began to ripple.

You know what?

The camera zooms out.

From the perspective of an uninformed bystander.

Tsk.

How much they resemble a happy and fulfilling family of three! (End of Chapter)