My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker!
chapter-2912

2912 My Heart Hurts

The little monk’s expression shifted awkwardly. He turned to Qiao Mu, his cute and petite face displaying confusion as he blinked his large, watery eyes. “Benefactor?”

“Don’t try to be cute,” Qiao Mu responded with a blank expression.

Indeed, there was no doubt about it. He wasn’t dreaming; his true Benefactor stood right before him.

“Benefactor, it’s really you, Benefactor!” The child appeared to awaken from a dream. Lowering his small palm, he slapped his own thigh.

“Ouch, it hurts!” The little monk winced in pain but grinned nonetheless. Suddenly, he extended his tiny hands and threw himself into Qiao Mu’s arms, tears streaming down like golden beads. “Benefactor, Benefactor, you’ve come to find me?”

Qiao Mu’s heart softened instinctively, even though her face remained stoic. She couldn’t help but pat his back twice with her petite hand. “Alright, you’re a tough little guy. Why are you crying when you’re hurt?”

“Amitabha. I’m only five years old this year. Technically speaking, I’m not a grown man yet.”

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“When I achieve perfect enlightenment one day, I will repay the four favors and save sentient beings on the three paths…”

Qiao Mu covered the little monk’s small mouth.

This child’s habit of babbling was likely irreparable.

It was one thing to babble, but he kept going on about Buddhas and gods all the time. Didn’t his mouth get tired from chewing on copper coins?!

The little monk gazed at Qiao Mu with his big, round eyes, which held a clarity between black and white. “B-Benefactor! Men and women shouldn’t be too close. Y-you should let go of me!”

Qiao Mu flicked his forehead. “Be quiet.”

The little monk pouted his small lips and lowered his petite head, speaking in a hurt tone, “You’ve changed.”

“You weren’t like this before.”

Qiao Mu: …

“You used to hug me and pacify me in a low voice,” the little monk Kongkong said pitifully. “You even helped me comb my hair and braided a chink in one’s armor on my head! You’re not as fierce as you are now.”

Even Mo Lian was speechless.

Speaking of which, do you have hair on your head? Why are you still braiding your chink in one’s armor? You’re probably dreaming about my Qiao again.

This child dreamed of Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao in her dream. She felt that she was as gentle as water, just like her mother. There was a 99% chance that she had taken Qiaoqiao’s identity as her mother…

Qiao Mu stroked the little monk’s head in amusement and cherishment. “Come and tell me, how do you feel now?”

“My heart hurts. I feel uncomfortable everywhere. Benefactress, carry me for a while!” Kongkong’s chubby petite hand blocked his heart.

Qiao Mu: !

Why did she want to slap this child to death so badly?

Mo Lian, who was at the side, felt that something was off even more.

Why was this little monk so good at flirting with girls? This flirting skill probably came naturally to him. How old was he? He already knew how to deceive little ladies. His six fingers were truly not clean!

Before Qiao Mu could do anything, Mo Lian appeared in front of them in a flash and lifted the little monk’s chubby body with her fingers.

Hurtfully truthful, she said to the little monk, “You are getting very heavy.”

Qiao Mu twitched her mouth.

Actually, she also realized that the little monk seemed to be even rounder and fatter than before she left. One could imagine how well her mother, Wei Ziqin, fed him at home.

“If you continue to be so fat, you’ll develop laterally.”

The little monk widened his round eyes. “Benefactress, your husband is berating me again!”