Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter
Chapter 276 - 274: The Little Girl Looks Like Your Mother_1

Chapter 276: Chapter 274: The Little Girl Looks Like Your Mother_1

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“Where did you just go? Got a bad stomach?”

Lin Jinyu looked up, somewhat surprised at him, then lowered his head to continue browsing through a book.

“I’m serious, don’t you remember?”

He Yao’s eyes wandered, continuing to probe: “There was a time when you were depressed and always said that the Orb didn’t resemble your parents, had a bad temperament, and you didn’t like her, not wanting her to be your sister.”

“Overeated? Go to the toilet and take care of it.”

Lin Jinyu was feeling annoyed by him disturbing her reading mood.

“I’m not full, I’m talking seriously.”

He Yao was unwilling to give up, placing his hand in front of her line of sight.

“What do you want? Rambling on and on without getting to the point, aren’t you annoying?”

Lin Jinyu closed the book, raising his head helplessly.

“Jinyu, honestly, do you still think that the Orb and your family members don’t resemble each other at all?”

He Yao’s handsome face suddenly turned solemn, revealing a rare serious side.

“What do you mean? Why are you suddenly asking this?”

Lin Jinyu’s face changed drastically, revealing a murderous aura, with cold air lingering all around him.

“Hey, hey, don’t get angry first.”

He Yao shivered from the cold, quickly explaining.

“I’m serious, if you see a little girl who looks strikingly like your mother and has a 70-80% resemblance to you, almost looking like real siblings, you would be just like me now, with your brain overfilled with blood, your heart thumping wildly, almost jumping out of your chest.”

“What are you talking about? Who looks like my mother?”

Lin Jinyu listened in confusion, showing suspicion.

“Mengzi’s sister, Little Qingluo, she’s the one who won a two-on-one fight against the two noble youths at the Martial Arts Arena.”

He Yao, excited and stammering, covered half of Lin Jinyu’s face with his hand, examining closely.

“It’s really too similar, Jinyu, I’m not lying to you. Little Qingluo looks just like your mom, at first glance she’s like a smaller version of Madam Ye, and she’s 80% like you, with identical brows, nose, eyes, shape and contour.”

“So what? There are so many people who look alike in the world, does that mean they’re all my sister?”

Lin Jinyu impatiently shook off his hand, scolding angrily.

“Forget it, these words aren’t enough. Let’s go to the other side of the river, and you’ll know I’m not talking nonsense once you see Little Qingluo with your own eyes.”

He Yao, frustrated time and time again, was feeling indignant and started getting angry.

“Stop it, it’s already dark. Going to Su Clan’s house now and disturbing them will only make them dislike us, right?”

Lin Jinyu was eager to help his Second Uncle with his leg injury and didn’t want to leave a bad impression on the Su Clan members.

“We won’t go in, just quietly watch from outside the courtyard.”

He Yao was determined to prove his guess.

“Isn’t that like being a thief?”

Lin Jinyu’s handsome face turned dark: “If we’re discovered, both of our faces will be completely lost.”

“How about this, I just got a dagger yesterday that can cut through iron like mud. We can use the excuse of giving the dagger to visit Mengzi’s family.”

He Yao’s eyes lit up, feeling secretly delighted.

The dagger was exchanged from an acquaintance in the Imperial Guard. He originally wanted to give it to Wang Meng, but now there was a better recipient.

“Giving someone a dagger on your first visit, are you looking for a beating?”

Lin Jinyu glared at him unhappily.

“What’s wrong with a dagger? It’s more suitable for a little girl; she can hide it in her boots for self-defense, convenient and safe.”

He Yao argued back: “Besides, Little Qingluo is skilled in martial arts, far beyond ordinary women. How would she care about such things?”

“Do you really want to go?”

Lin Jinyu, thinking about his Second Uncle’s leg, was considering the idea under He Yao’s persistent urging.