She had once watched a modern film where the female protagonist traveled back to her mother’s era. To help her mother live a better life, she started assisting her in pursuing a powerful and influential man—who was not her biological father.
Ji Wanwan turned to look at Shen Zhinan again. This little fellow seemed remarkably precocious, and who knew what mischievous ideas were brewing in his mind? He might even be trying to trick her into switching to a powerful and influential man.
But someone who could plant a sea of roses for her and fan her after court sessions—even if he were the most ordinary man—was still incredibly heartwarming.
Seeing that Mother didn’t believe him, Shen Zhinan was about to continue speaking when Ji Wanwan abruptly changed the subject: “Tell me about the things that will happen to your mother in the future. I’ve only just turned fifteen this year, and it might be several years before I meet your father. This matter is still far off.”
In ancient times, women began discussing marriage after turning fifteen, but some remained unmarried until eighteen or nineteen. Given her personality and the original host’s reputation… she probably wouldn’t marry for another three to five years.
Shen Zhinan asked, “Mother, what year is it now?”
“The forty-sixth year of Tianqi.”
Shen Zhinan nodded with an “oh”: “Then Mother will get married the year after next, and the year after that, Nan Nan will be born.”
Ji Wanwan: “…” As an independent woman of the new era who loved bungee jumping, was she really stepping into the grave of marriage so early??
This conversation was impossible to continue!
“Wan Wan! How are you doing!” A mature male voice rang out. Before the person even arrived, his cries could already be heard throughout the courtyard!
Ji Wanwan quickly stood up and walked outside. She had prepared herself to see her old father crying with snot and tears, but instead, she saw her father crying without tears, his little jog looking quite comical.
No wonder Nan Nan would wonder if his maternal grandfather also liked fake crying when he was young. This old drama king was practically tailor-made to make her laugh!
Old Master Ji said with concern, “Wan Wan, are you alright? Let Father see if you’re hurt. Your Second Brother said you fell from the sky. Which part of you hit the ground first? Does it hurt?”
Having just met her cold and aloof Second Brother, Ji Wanwan was momentarily overwhelmed by such an enthusiastic father. She hurriedly replied, “It doesn’t hurt. I landed on Young Master Rong’s face. There was a human cushion.”
Old Master Ji continued his tearless crying: “It must still hurt. Faces are all hard bones—it must’ve been uncomfortable. I’ll send someone to fetch a doctor to check on you!”
Ji Wanwan waved her hands repeatedly: “No, no, it’s really not necessary.” She couldn’t bear such fuss!
Behind her, Ji Mingjing coolly added, “Father, the one who’s actually hurt is Young Master Rong. He was knocked unconscious by Ji Wanwan and still hasn’t woken up.”
Their father was biased to the extreme. For a dignified seven-foot-tall man to have a woman land on his face was a humiliatingly serious matter. If he were Young Master Rong, he’d be furious to death.
Old Master Ji, stung by this remark, immediately grew angry and roared, “Why haven’t you gone to fetch a doctor for your sister yet? Why are you so slow? Hurry up!”
“Hmph!” Ji Mingjing turned away disdainfully and went out, instructing a maid to call for a doctor.
Ji Wanwan didn’t need to have her injuries checked—she needed to have her brain examined. Today, he noticed she was speaking much more fluently. Perhaps her intelligence had risen from that of a three-and-a-half-year-old to that of a four-year-old.
Inside the room, Old Master Ji had already carefully examined his precious daughter once more. Seeing that she truly had no major issues, he called for food to be brought in from outside, fearing she might be hungry.
Only then did he notice Shen Zhinan, who had appeared in the room. Old Master Ji smiled warmly and said, “You must be the child who helped Wanwan escape, right? Good child, tell me, what’s your name?”
Shen Zhinan obediently replied, “Hello, Maternal Grandfather. My name is Shen Zhinan. You can call me Nan Nan.”
“Ma… Maternal Grandfather?” Old Master Ji’s smile froze on his face.
Ji Wanwan directly turned her head and placed it next to the little boy, saying, “Dad, do you think we look like mother and son?”
“Mo… mother and son?”
Old Master Ji’s face completely stiffened.
Even Ji Mingjing, leaning against the doorway, twitched the corner of his mouth. He had overthought it—Ji Wanwan’s three-and-a-half-year-old intelligence had probably regressed to three years old.
“Pfft…” A sudden laugh came from the doorway.
Seeing everyone turn to look, the little girl in pink quickly covered her mouth and said, “So… sorry, Xiao Tao… pfft… couldn’t hold it in…”
Hearing this laugh, Old Master Ji began to cry again: “Wanwan, you really did hit your head. You were already quite silly, and now you don’t even remember how old you are. How could you have a five-year-old child when you just turned fifteen? My silly daughter…”
Ji Wanwan: “…”
These days, no one believes the truth.
But she had indeed spoken impulsively just now, following the little boy’s words. Nan Nan’s identity wasn’t suitable for too many people to know just yet. With the old-fashioned thinking of ancient times, he might even be treated as a monster and eliminated. She’d better keep pretending to be silly.
Outside, the doctor hurried in. As soon as he entered, he took Ji Wanwan’s pulse, checked her eyelids and pupils, and finally asked about the “mother and son” comment she had made.
After all the fuss, he finally gave his conclusion: “Your daughter has hit her head!”
He had long known about the Ji family’s famously silly daughter. Her previous symptoms weren’t too severe, but he hadn’t expected her condition to worsen. It was truly pitiful how much Old Master Ji loved his daughter…
Old Master Ji anxiously said, “But my daughter didn’t fall on the ground—she landed on someone’s face!”
Even if the human cushion was a bit hard, it couldn’t have been completely useless, right?
Ji Mingjing: “…”
Do you have to tell everyone she landed on someone’s face? Is that something to be proud of?
The doctor coughed and said, “She didn’t fall, but she was shaken.”
Ji Wanwan raised an eyebrow. “So?”
“Your daughter… has a concussion.”
“Your daughter… has a concussion.”
“…”
The news of Ji Wanwan’s concussion quickly spread throughout the entire Ji residence. Bad news travels especially fast, and soon the entire capital knew that the Ji family’s silly girl had become even sillier.
To this, Ji Wanwan could only sigh helplessly: Quack doctor! Quack doctor!
Old Master Ji looked at her with eyes that seemed on the verge of tears. Ji Wanwan rubbed her temples and said seriously, “Dad, I’m really not silly anymore.”
Old Master Ji nodded repeatedly, his expression solemn and earnest as he said in a deep voice, “Wanwan isn’t silly! No one can slander our Wanwan as silly!”
After saying this, he couldn’t help but sigh inwardly. It seemed his daughter really had become a bit sillier. She never used to emphasize that she wasn’t silly before—wasn’t this just a case of protesting too much?
However, Old Master Ji found his own foolish daughter pleasing in every way, and even the foolish grandson beside her seemed much more agreeable. The child had called him “Maternal Grandfather” as soon as he arrived, clearly not the brightest either.
Ah, what a pitiful child, just like Wan Wan.