Chapter 1765: Chapter 1765: He Doesn’t Understand Chinese
He couldn’t understand what she was saying, and his eyes were fiercely staring at her.
It seemed as though if she got a bit closer, he wouldn’t be polite to her!
Jian Yufei was afraid to anger him at this moment; if she fell down, she’d definitely die from the impact!
"Okay, I’ll go down. I won’t go up, don’t be mad." Jian Yufei slowly slid down, and when she reached the ground, the child had disappeared.
She let out a sigh of relief; she was really scared just now.
"Little friend, what’s your name?" Jian Yufei sat on the ground and chatted with him.
"How old are you? Why are you locked up here?"
Jian Yufei actually had a strong premonition in her heart; she felt this child was hers.
His height was about the same as Ansel’s.
And why would Nangong Xu imprison a child? Why lock her up with this child?
From all indications, this child was her Junqi.
But she didn’t dare to recognize him randomly; she had to see his face.
It’s actually a kind of avoidance mentality; she’s really afraid that her child has been imprisoned here all along.
"Let me introduce myself first. My name is Jian Yufei, what’s yours?" Jian Yufei looked up expectantly.
The little guy didn’t pay attention to her at all; only food was his whole world.
Jian Yufei kept finding topics to talk to him, and then it was time to eat again.
Food was thrown down, and she hurriedly grabbed the steamed bun, holding it out.
"Would you come down, please? I’ll give you my portion to eat."
First, there was a rustling noise above, and soon he finished his own portion and started eyeing hers.
Jian Yufei saw his head pop out, and she tried to flash a friendly ambassador’s smile: "Come on, I’ll give it to you."
The child tilted his head, his dark eyes looking at her with some confusion.
"It’s really tasty. Haven’t you had enough? Come down, and I’ll give it to you."
He continued to look at her in bewilderment.
A flash of inspiration crossed Jian Yufei’s mind; could it be that he didn’t understand Chinese?!
If he grew up among a bunch of English people, he definitely wouldn’t understand Chinese.
Jian Yufei struggled to find words: "Come on, baby! food, get you! (Come on, child, food for you.)"
Sure enough, he understood.
Jian Yufei smiled even more tenderly: "Come on..."
The child was somewhat eager to move, but he still looked at her warily.
Jian Yufei’s eyes shifted slightly; there were two steamed buns in the plastic bag.
She took one out, placed it on the ground, and retreated to the bedside.
Seeing that she had distanced herself, the child cautiously pulled the chain and slid down.
He picked up the steamed bun, confirmed she had no ill intent, and quickly devoured it in a few bites. His mask didn’t cover his whole face, and his eyes, nostrils, and mouth were exposed.
But a large part was still covered, making it impossible to determine his appearance.
After he finished eating, he didn’t leave immediately but stared at the other one in her hand.
Jian Yufei extended her hand, with the steamed bun in her grasp.
"Take to eat!" Jian Yufei wasn’t sure if her grammar was correct, but the meaning was clear enough.
Luckily, she had spent some time in London and learned quite a bit of English.
The child took a step toward her, and Jian Yufei felt very nervous, continually reminding herself not to scare him, to be friendly, friendlier than an Angel, friendlier than the Goddess of Mercy.
She must make him feel that she is the most harmless person in the world.