Reborn in the Eighties as a Housewife with a Space

Chapter 713: Chapter 707: Creating a Background

Chu Molin put the child on the bed and let Xue Ling watch her. He followed his wife out of the room, and after he had left the room, he noticed Xue Ling. He then asked his wife what had happened, and he hadn’t washed yet.

After the couple had cleaned up, each of them held a child, with a very beautiful girl beside them. However, the girl’s uniqueness still attracted the attention of passersby.

“Who do you think that kid is? Why does she look like that? Could she be a demon?” This kind of conversation entered the ears of the three people, each with different thoughts.

Qin Xue knew what was going on, so she didn’t have any other ideas, and Xue Ling became more aware of her own background. There wasn’t much to say because people weren’t wrong; she was indeed a demon, but she was a fairy and not a bad demon.

But Chu Molin didn’t feel right about it. A child so young being called a demon, one could only imagine how difficult and hard her past days were.

Thinking about this made him uncomfortable. He didn’t know why, but he thought of the words his wife had said in her dreams, so he felt annoyed. He turned his head and glared coldly at those who spoke unpleasant words, sending chills down their spine and stopping them from saying anything more.

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“Brother-in-law, it’s okay, I’m used to it,” Xue Ling felt protected and spoke up.

Qin Xue looked at Chu Molin and thought that this man wasn’t completely devoid of human warmth. He could protect a child he had just met, and it seemed that soldiers really were the most upright people in the world. She was proud to be married to such a soldier.

“There’s nothing you’re used to from the start,” Chu Molin said coldly.

No one is born with the desire to be treated differently by others; everyone is forced to be like that. Otherwise, everyone would want to be liked by everyone, like the USD, loved by all. But is that possible? The answer, of course, is no, but the difference shouldn’t be too great, otherwise, it would break one’s heart.

“Chu Molin, let me tell you a story. I once heard a story about a little girl whose father had an affair when she was very young. Do you know what that means? Just like that, suddenly, her father brought home a woman. Then her father asked for a divorce from her mother. But the girl’s mother loved the girl’s father so much that she died after the divorce, unable to bear the blow. The girl became a poor child, bullied by her sister, whom her stepmother brought. Later, the girl was sent away for reasons unknown, and guess where she was sent?” Qin Xue asked Chu Molin with a smile.

“Where was she sent?” Chu Molin looked at the hidden sadness in his wife’s eyes, his heart aching.

“Of course, she was sent to her grandparents’ house, silly,” Qin Xue looked at him contemptuously.

“Yes, I’m indeed silly,” Chu Molin didn’t argue, and just admitted it casually.

“What happened next?” Chu Molin asked.

“What happened next? Let me think; I don’t quite remember, actually,” Qin Xue smiled at Chu Molin.

“Naughty,” Chu Molin said helplessly, not liking that she was keeping him in suspense.

If she had been talking about someone else’s story, Chu Molin wouldn’t have been interested in listening, but he knew she was talking about herself, so he wanted to know more about her and had to know these things to understand what she had been through.

“Hehe, I’m naughty, what can you do about it?” Qin Xue made a face at Chu Molin.