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"Sister Duan, Brother, please leave me alone for a while."

After saying that, Qin Qianqian fled back to her own courtyard and locked the door behind her.

……

Upon receiving this unexpected news, Qin Qianqian's mind was in complete disarray.

When she used to take her child out with Duan Feiyu, she would often find opportunities to secretly hold "Sister Duan's" hand.

His fingers were slender, like beautiful white jade. When their fingers intertwined, she felt as if her heart was being held in his grasp.

At that time, when Qin Qianqian saw "Sister Duan's" slightly red ear tips, she thought that her love had finally arrived.

Even just two weeks ago, she pretended to be drunk, leaned against "Sister Duan's" arms, and let him carry her into the car.

She only felt that Duan Feiyu's arms smelled so good, his embrace was so warm, and his long hair brushed against her nose, carrying the fragrance of orchids.

Now, suddenly, you tell her that this beautiful and fragrant lady is actually a man.

Anyone would find that unacceptable.

As night fell, Qin Qianqian, as if possessed, came to the small gate in the courtyard and unlocked her side of the door.

The door opened with a push.

She opened the balcony door, walked into the living room, and quietly slipped into the master bedroom.

I just searched online and found that the Taoist certificate will clearly state the gender.

Qin Qianqian was so focused on admiring the beautiful woman's ID photo that she didn't look at anything behind her.

She plans to watch it again.

What if Duan Feiyu was just lying to her to persuade her to quit?

Although the possibility that he is a woman is very slim, what if he is?

Qin Qianqian was rummaging through the table when a hoarse voice came from behind her.

"Who?"

Qin Qianqian was startled and instinctively rushed to the bedside, covering Duan Feiyu's mouth.

"Shh, it's me. Don't make a sound, or you'll disturb Qingqing."

Duan Feiyu narrowed his eyes, making out her silhouette in the darkness. "Qianqian? What brings you here?"

Qin Qianqian scratched her neck, feeling a little guilty, "Um..."

Duan Feiyu was very clever and immediately guessed her purpose.

"You want to verify if I'm a man?"

Qin Qianqian nodded and lowered her voice, "I suspect you're lying to me."

Duan Feiyu turned on the bedside lamp, and the warm yellow light shone on his face, giving his thick eyelashes a golden glow.

Her already beautiful and delicate face was enhanced with a touch of fragile beauty, making it impossible to look away.

Qin Qianqian subconsciously held her breath and stared at him without blinking.

Duan Feiyu's eyes were deep as he took her hand and slowly placed it over his prominent Adam's apple.

"Did you touch it?" His voice was low and hoarse.

Qin Qianqian felt her Adam's apple bob up and down as her palm covered it.

Her fingertips were burning hot. "That doesn't prove anything. When I tilt my head back, I also have an Adam's apple."

Duan Feiyu remained silent for a moment, then moved her hand down with him.

His chest muscles were firm and flat, completely different from what Qin Qianqian had imagined.

Duan Feiyu stopped, smiled helplessly, and said, "I guess we don't need to go any further?"

Qin Qianqian gritted her teeth and lowered her hand.

She's determined to never give up until she sees the coffin; she won't admit defeat until she's completely cornered!

Duan Feiyu gasped, his pupils contracting sharply. "Qianqian, you..."

Qin Qianqian's last hope was shattered.

She closed her eyes in despair, feeling as if her heart was dying.

At that banquet, I finally found a cute and adorable little cake that I liked, but it turned out the person who made it was already married.

This time, she fell for a gentle, long-haired beauty, only to discover that he was a man!

Why is God so cruel to her?

"You go to sleep, I'm going back now."

Just as Qin Qianqian was about to leave, her wrist was grabbed.

Duan Feiyu sat up, and the thin blanket covering him slipped down, revealing a large expanse of dazzlingly white skin.

"Sissi, I like you. This is the first time I've ever liked someone."

With her back to him, Qin Qianqian said in a low voice, "But we're not right for each other."

"What's inappropriate about it? We can be platonic; what does it matter whether we're male or female?"

Qin Qianqian was almost convinced by him.

In the end, however, she broke free from his grasp and ran back to her own yard.

……

The next day, while having breakfast, Duan Qingqing waited anxiously for someone.

"Why isn't Sister Sisi here yet?"

Duan Feiyu sent a WeChat message but received no reply.

He ruffled the girl's hair. "Sister Sisi is probably still sleeping. Let's not disturb her. Shall we eat first?"

After finishing her meal, Duan Qingqing wanted to go find Qin Qianqian again.

Duan Feiyu was organizing his thoughts when he heard the door open in the yard, and his typing fingers stopped.

Qin Qianqian appeared before them with a smile, bent down, and pinched Duan Qingqing's soft cheek.

"Qingqing, did you miss me?"

As soon as Duan Feiyu saw her appear, a smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.

"She's been nagging to see you since early this morning; she's been missing you for ages."

"So well-behaved! Come here, give me a kiss, mua~"

Qin Qianqian picked up the girl and gave her a big kiss on her fair face.

Duan Qingqing hugged her neck, laughing happily, and chattered about the dream she had last night.

As Duan Feiyu watched this scene, an indescribable sense of happiness welled up in his heart.

"Young Master Duan, could you please bring Qingqing's socks over? I'd like to change her into a different pair; these are a bit too thick."

The smile in Duan Feiyu's eyes froze.

Why does her way of address me suddenly feel so unfamiliar?

Duan Qingqing put her little finger to her lips and tilted her head. "Mommy, why aren't you moving?"

Duan Feiyu snapped out of his daze, clenched his fist at his side, and said, "I'll go get it right now."

As I came out, I happened to hear Qin Qianqian's voice.

She patiently coaxed the girl in her arms, "Qingqing, why do you call me 'Mommy' and not 'Daddy'?"

"Qingqing wants a father, and she also wants a mother."

Qin Qianqian hugged her tightly, feeling sorry for her.

Duan Feiyu half-squatted down in front of them and helped his daughter put on her socks.

Passersby sighed quietly.

"What a happy family of three, and such an adorable daughter! Which direction should one pray to to have one?"

"I really want to ask the little girl what color burlap sack she likes; she's so cute, I want to kiss her."

"Don't you think that man is really good-looking? He even has long hair. If I could date a handsome guy with long hair, I'd be willing to drive a luxury car and live in a mansion."

Duan Feiyu was already immune to these discussions.

He pulled sunglasses out of his shirt pocket and put them on, with his daughter's bag slung over his arm, one hand in his pocket, and the other holding his daughter's little hand.

The first thing Duan Qingqing did after putting on her shoes was to grab Qin Qianqian's hand.

A beautifully sculpted little girl is holding hands with a cool, aloof, long-haired man in black with one hand, and a sweet, cool woman with short hair and a smile with the other.

No matter how you look at it, they look like a happy family of three.