LOT -Chapter 308 Childhood Arc: Little Ji Makes an Appearance: The Mature Little Iceberg

Days passed one by one, and soon Lin Mo was half a year old.

During these six months, she had completely claimed the bed she could reach.

Originally, Lin Shangshu had planned to let her sleep there for just two months before taking her away, but who knew this little rascal wouldn’t listen at all.

At night, the moment you touched her, she would cry out—and her cries were unusually pitiful, as if you were hurting her in some terrible way.

And the moment you stopped, she would look at you with wide, innocent eyes, occasionally flashing a toothless smile.

Eventually, they had no choice but to let Lin Mo continue sleeping there.

It wasn’t that Lin Mo didn’t want to sleep apart from her parents; she had simply gotten used to it, and sleeping with her parents made her feel safe.

After this period of “testing the waters,” she realized that she could push her parents’ boundaries to the limit—and she truly understood what it felt like to have a father and mother.

And so, at half a year old, she got into trouble again.

“My official hat! Didn’t I just put it on the bed?”

Lin Shangshu was searching everywhere for his official hat. When he had been dressing earlier, he had casually placed it on the bed. Where had it gone?

Lin Furen got up to help him search, and the two of them spent a long time looking but couldn’t find it.

Lin Mo lay in the quilt, watching her parents search with wide, innocent eyes—it was immensely amusing.

Suddenly, the couple looked at Lin Mo, and she squinted and smiled at them.

Lin Shangshu quietly walked over and lifted the quilt. Well, no wonder—it was so puffed up. The hat was being hugged tightly in this little one’s arms.

When did she manage to sneak it away?

Lin Shangshu patted Lin Mo’s bottom gently in anger. “Already so mischievous at such a young age, huh!”

Not even a full year old and already causing trouble—who had this child learned it from?

The previous two children had never been this naughty.

Lin Furen pulled the hat away and helped Lin Shangshu put it on. “Alright, alright, you better hurry. Time’s running out.”

Lin Shangshu sighed helplessly. Ever since this little one arrived, there never seemed to be enough time in the day.

He no longer used a carriage—he rode a horse every day.

Every day was a rush; people laughed at him, saying he acted like he was delivering urgent news over 800 li every day.

But it really was like 800 li in a rush—if he were any slower, the emperor would be waiting for him.

After seeing her husband off, Lin Furen returned and couldn’t resist pinching Lin Mo’s tiny bottom as she looked at her innocent expression.

“Tell me, already so mischievous, hiding your father’s official hat. Didn’t you notice how high you puffed up the quilt?”

Lin Mo giggled, babbling away—though no one understood what she was saying except herself.

That day, a new little guest arrived. From now on, he would be staying at their home after tidying up.

“Auntie, hello. I’m Ji Qianhua.”

Little Ji Qianhua appeared very mature, showing proper respect to his elders.

Lin Furen, holding Lin Mo, smiled broadly at the child—she always liked good-looking children.

“No need for formalities. From now on, consider this your home. There’s one older brother and two younger sisters here—you can play with them.”

Lin Mo eagerly leaned forward to look at the new little companion.

Yes, he was indeed good-looking—but still not as cute as her own brother and sister.

And at such a young age, why so serious? Children shouldn’t be this solemn.

Lin Mo stretched out her head, and Lin Furen thought she wanted Ji Qianhua to pick her up.

“Mo’er, don’t move. Brother Ji is still little; he can’t carry you.”

Over the past six months, Lin Mo had been fed so well that she was plump and heavy—holding her was no light matter.

Ji Qianhua was also drawn to Lin Mo and couldn’t resist touching her face.

Lin Mo let out a small “auu” and bit him! Ji Qianhua: “!!! My little sister is biting me!”

Her gums were itchy from teething. Although her father had made her a wooden teething stick, it didn’t taste like much.

She especially missed modern teething biscuits. She hadn’t used them before, but she had seen other children use them—both for teething and eating, which was so convenient.

After being “bitten,” Ji Qianhua was truly flustered, especially looking at his saliva-covered fingers. His composed expression couldn’t hold.

Ahhhh! My hands are covered in saliva! Should I wipe it on my clothes?

But his clothes were new!

Seeing Ji Qianhua panicking as if the sky had fallen, Lin Furen couldn’t help laughing. She took out her handkerchief to wipe his fingers and explained, “Little sister is teething recently, so she likes to bite things. She didn’t hurt you, right?”

A baby without teeth couldn’t possibly hurt someone—but of course, she had to ask.

Ji Qianhua shook his head. Are all children like this?

Since Ji Qianhua arrived, the household now had another child.

Lin Qi constantly took Ji Qianhua to study, or the two boys would play childish little games together.

Lin Ran just sat to the side, watching them disdainfully. She could now read picture books on her own.

Lin Mo had also started crawling. To prevent her from bumping herself, the floors were usually covered with carpets wherever she went.

Once she touched the ground, though, she became impossible to catch.

She was like a slippery little eel, agile and smooth.

One day, Lin Shangshu returned from court and was nearly startled out of his wits by the little rascal.

No one knew where she had crawled from; she had suddenly reached his feet. Luckily, his reflexes were good—otherwise, one wrong step would have been disastrous!

“Lin Mo’er!”

His heart raced. This wasn’t the first time she’d done something dangerous.

Lin Mo lifted her head, eyes wide, looking at her father, and happily reached out her hands.

Seeing a face so similar to his own, Lin Shangshu thought: …

Why does this little one look so much like me? Anyone would think I had personally given birth to her.

Though she was indeed his biological daughter, her features were practically a miniaturized version of his—slightly more infantile.

But seeing the little snot on her face made him even more distressed.

This little thing had his face, dribbling saliva and snot every day, really damaging his image!

A while ago, two colleagues visited his house. Seeing these little ones, they looked like they had found treasures and didn’t want to leave after playing.

Don’t think he didn’t notice what they were thinking! Hmph!