Reborn in the Eighties as a Housewife with a Space

Chapter 1738: Chapter 1732: Holding the Child

To talk about why Silver Wolf said that, we have to go back to childhood—back to when his dad first brought Chu Molin home and told them this was going to be their big brother from now on.

At the time, Silver Wolf was immature and didn’t want to treat him as an older brother; instead, he wanted to treat Molin as a younger brother. But Chu Molin wasn’t having it—he rarely spoke and was ridiculously prideful, always walking around with a cold, expressionless face. Asking Silver Wolf to call this guy “big brother”? Of course, he was against it.

So, they ended up having a duel—it was simple: whoever won would get to be the big brother. Naturally, Chu Molin won. From that day forward, whenever they crossed paths, it would inevitably lead to a sparring match.

Who knows if Chu Molin still remembers that initial confrontation? Each time they fought after that, he went harder, throwing punches like he didn’t care about the consequences. The pain Silver Wolf felt was enough to make him want to cry for his parents.

Every time, Silver Wolf dreamed of turning the tables, hoping to surpass Chu Molin. But this guy didn’t seem human—every time Silver Wolf improved just a bit, Molin would leap forward by a mile. The end result, naturally, was him getting beaten up yet again.

Now, whenever Silver Wolf sees Chu Molin show that specific look in his eyes, his whole body starts to ache. If time could rewind itself, he’d willingly play the role of the little brother without question—no way would he mess with that leopard again.

But all the regrets in the world can’t undo the past. The incidents have happened, years have gone by, but things only seem to escalate. Silver Wolf just wants to cry—he needs comfort!

Although his heart is drowning in tears, Silver Wolf’s expression remains perfectly composed. After all, he’s a battalion commander; he can’t let anyone read his emotions.

What Silver Wolf doesn’t know is that when he turned his back, Chu Molin’s lips curved ever so slightly—a small gesture, but it was there, wasn’t it?

Silver Wolf trailed behind, sighing to himself. One misstep, and now he’s left with eternal regret. How could life be so tough for him? It must be said—Silver Wolf has incredibly active inner thoughts, even though his outward behavior appears perfectly normal.

If Qin Xue could read minds, she’d surely comment that he’s secretly brooding, possibly even more so than Chu Molin.

“Mommy, Daddy, sit here,” Yu Chen called out loudly as soon as his parents entered.

“Alright, thank you, Yu Chen!” Qin Xue complied cheerfully, sitting down in the spot Yu Chen had pointed to—right next to him.

“Xiao Xuan, you sit over there.” Nangong Shulan glanced at the two empty seats. Naturally, Chu Molin would sit next to Qin Xue, leaving the other seat as the only option.

“Okay,” Silver Wolf replied without objection and took his seat.

Whether it was coincidence or intentional planning on everyone’s part, the seat beside Silver Wolf ended up being Qing Zhu’s—making the two of them look like a family of three, especially with the little one around.

“Do you want me to hold the child for you?” Silver Wolf asked after noticing Yuran squirming restlessly in Qing Zhu’s arms, continuously reaching for the chopsticks.

“No need, just eat your food,” Qing Zhu declined politely. She didn’t want to trouble him, and besides, he’d never taken care of a child during mealtime—best not to risk it.

“Yuran, do you want Uncle Wolf to hold you?” Silver Wolf directed his question straight at Yuran.

Qing Yuran heard his voice, looked up at Silver Wolf, then glanced at Qing Zhu, before happily opening her arms toward Silver Wolf.

“She really wants you? It seems your daughter has a better eye for people than you do,” Silver Wolf muttered under his breath as he leaned closer to take the child, throwing a quiet quip at Qing Zhu.

Qing Zhu was fuming. She could forgive this little girl for being too young to understand, but what did this guy mean by that?! What did he mean by saying her daughter had better judgment than her? Explain it clearly!

But Silver Wolf didn’t elaborate further. He simply held the child and, rather clumsily, began feeding her while eating himself. Despite his awkward movements, everything went smoothly—no accidents occurred. Surprisingly, Qing Yuran was far calmer in his arms than she had been in Qing Zhu’s.