LOT -Chapter 329 Childhood Arc: Losing Weight

Ji Qianhua looked at him, noticing how he kept glancing outside, and tried to comfort him: “You don’t need to worry so much. Mo Mo’s personality won’t let her put herself in a tough spot, and the director is a very kind person.”

Lin Qi sighed and said, “I’m not worried about that. I’m worried she’ll give the director a hard time.”

His little sister’s personality was truly one of a kind in the capital. There wasn’t a single girl who was this lively—probably not even a boy.

He couldn’t imagine what this little girl would be like when she grew up. Right now, the family’s biggest fear was that she would grow into a playboy.

A girl who looked like a boy, impossible to tell her gender at a glance—if she became a playboy in the future, what then?

“Brother!”

Just as he was worrying, a familiar voice sounded near his ear.

Lin Qi quickly looked down and saw Lin Mo crouched on the ground, her eyes sparkling as she stared at the food in his bowl.

Lin Qi: “…Where did you come from? You didn’t sneak out on your own, did you?”

Lin Mo’s eyes were fixed on the meatballs in her brother’s bowl. She licked her lips and pointed behind her, where the director trailed along, looking completely drained, like all his energy had been sucked out.

Lin Qi and Ji Qianhua exchanged a look: …That exhausting, huh?

“Brother, I want the meatballs!” Lin Mo’s desperation was palpable as she looked at the food.

Lin Qi picked up his chopsticks but didn’t move. Instead, he looked at the director, who weakly replied, “She already had half a chicken and half a bowl of braised pork for lunch.”

She ate that much!

Lin Qi and Ji Qianhua glanced at Lin Mo crouched on the floor, still staring intensely at the meatballs.

Lin Qi shoved several meatballs into his own mouth, then fed her a bite of vegetables.

“You didn’t eat any vegetables at lunch. Didn’t I tell you that even if you eat meat, you have to eat vegetables too? Otherwise, you’ll complain your stomach hurts.”

Lin Mo chewed the vegetables reluctantly, then glanced at Ji Qianhua’s bowl, which still had meat left. Ji Qianhua quietly covered his bowl with his hand.

Everyone in the cafeteria was now looking over. Lin Qi had always been the pride of the scholars, and the Lin family was well-known in the capital. Several generations had been favorites of the emperor, so naturally, such a prodigy drew attention.

Moreover, Lin Qi normally appeared gentle but kept a distance from everyone, never overly familiar.

This was the first time they had seen Lin Qi act like this today.

“Brother, when will school be over? This place isn’t fun at all. I want to go home.”

She had never liked school, and after seeing the long list of rules posted on the school walls, she disliked it even more.

You couldn’t do this, you couldn’t do that—there was nothing fun about staying here.

Lin Qi patted her head and fed her another bite of vegetables. “Soon. Take a nap first. When you wake up, we’ll go home.”

His skill in taking care of a child surprised many.

He fed her with such ease—it was remarkable. Their family did have younger siblings, but usually the nanny fed them; no one else ever did, not even their parents.

Lin Mo, resigned, chewed the vegetables and plopped herself into her brother’s arms. Lin Qi almost choked on his food from the impact.

Ah… life is hard, and school is harder!

In the afternoon, Lin Mo slept the entire afternoon, giving the director a much-needed sigh of relief.

The morning had been exhausting. This wasn’t a child; it was a little demon.

The more you stopped her, the more she insisted on doing things—picking up stones, moving stones, all while spouting moral lessons. At first, he thought the girl was insightful, saying some wise things.

Later, he realized all her “wisdom” leaned heavily toward her own interests—she had a silver tongue.

No wonder Lin Huan had warned him to prepare himself. And indeed, he should have.

By the time Lin Mo was shaken awake, the sun was nearly setting. She was groggily led down the mountain, and Lin Qi genuinely worried she might topple over.

But he was still too small himself—he couldn’t lift this little weight.

Back home, Lin Mo immediately went to her mother to act spoiled, asked her sister for hugs, and complained about her father.

“I don’t want to go to school! I don’t like it there. I can’t do anything, and the director even tries to control how I walk. I’m grown up enough—I won’t trip!”

She was short and slightly chubby, so her balance seemed off, but in reality, she walked smoothly and could even run.

Lin Shangshu read the pigeon mail from the director, describing the day’s events in excruciating detail—word by word, blood and tears. Lin Shangshu felt incredibly satisfied reading it.

Lin Mo: “Daddy, the director doesn’t even know my real name. He kept calling me Xiao Lin Huan. I already told him I’m Lin Mo, but he didn’t listen.”

Lin Shangshu patted her head. Honestly, sometimes he felt a bit dazed looking at her face.

No one in the capital looked as much like him and his daughter—and the resemblance grew stronger as she grew older.

Lin Mo slimmed down around age ten, after she had accidentally broken Lin Shangshu’s arm.

“Mo’er, you still don’t want to eat? How can you not eat?”

Lin Mo had decided to lose weight. It was also her growth spurt period, so she had shot up in height, and didn’t look as round as before.

Lin Shangshu’s left arm was in a sling, but thankfully it didn’t affect daily life.

He could even exaggerate his suffering to gain some sympathy from his wife and benefits for himself.

So Lin Shangshu wasn’t too worried, except that Lin Mo hadn’t been eating as much lately.

Mrs. Lin was also worried: “Mo’er has been eating much less lately. Her meals are only half of what she used to eat.”

While her parents worried, Lin Mo wasn’t thinking much about it. She wasn’t dieting deliberately; she simply believed that weight loss should be done properly, through exercise.

Now that she was growing up, her appetite had naturally decreased. The happiest thing was that she had grown taller.

Though still not very tall, she had improved significantly compared to before.

Her concern over breaking her father’s arm and worrying him was also why she had started a “fitness plan.”

Being chubby as a child was fine, but growing up she couldn’t waste their family’s excellent genes!

They couldn’t have the whole family be handsome and beautiful, only for her to become a little chubby. Cute when small, maybe—but when grown, that wouldn’t do.