Chapter 974
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Tianxin was still young.
Li Qingcang was not young.
Men of this age were usually hot-blooded.
No one could control their temper.
What if Li Qingcang really did something to Tianxin?
Li Qingcang's eyes darkened. Little Uncle really treated Little Aunt's words like an imperial edict.
Now, he did not even have time to spend with Tianxin.
Ah, ah, ah, this was too much.
"Little Uncle is calling me. I'm going out. Rest early."
Ye Tianxin's eyes were watery as she tried to hold back her laughter and nodded.
She had no choice. Who asked her father to be a slave to his wife?
"Then, Brother Li, good night."
Li Qingcang got up and walked out of Ye Tianxin's bedroom. Xie Xuning stood outside the door with a dark face and said in a low voice, "Xiao Cang, Tianxin did not rest well in the hospital during this period. She needs to rest early. You should rest early too. Come with me to look for Shi Han tomorrow."
Li Qingcang looked at Xie Xuning's face. He wanted to laugh but did not dare to.
"Yes, Little Uncle."
Li Qingcang returned to his room. As he lay on his bed, he thought about the kiss that he had just shared with her.
The softness of her lips and the sweetness of the kiss lingered on his lips.
He couldn't help but think that after he married Ye Tianxin, would he be able to kiss her whenever he wanted and do whatever he wanted to do?
But, how could he marry her?
She was not even 20 years old.
She could not even get a marriage certificate.
Most importantly, she was still young.
He couldn't bear to hurt her.
Go to sleep, go to sleep.
Li Qingcang, you have to wait patiently for your little Tianxin to grow up.
Go to sleep, go to sleep.
If it really did not work, should he kidnap Ye Tianxin to get a marriage certificate first?
She was not old enough.
But it should not be a problem to get a marriage certificate.
Before he went to sleep, Li Qingcang thought so.
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In a private clubhouse in the capital. Li Zhiwei sat in the room of the clubhouse.
She looked at the snowy scenery outside the glass window and reached out to take a roasted taro from the stove. She gently peeled the taro and ate it in small bites.
Xi Wang pushed the door open, walked in, and sat cross-legged opposite Li Zhiwei.
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