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Chapter 4937: 5.0689 Mo Baobao

The Feng Qi couple seemed foolish to take in this pregnant woman of unknown origin.

But now, it was clear the Feng Qi couple weren't foolish at all; they were overly shrewd.

Over time, everyone in the small fishing village came to know.

This Little Lady with icy, beautiful features was not only exquisitely beautiful but also exceptionally skilled in medicine.

She spent her days reading and practicing calligraphy, and her nights at sea. Every morning, she would bring back some food for the Feng Qi family.

Sometimes it was a large fish, sometimes some sea shrimp or crab. The Feng Qi family's humble life was now getting better and better.

When Qiao Mu entered the door, Madam Feng was just getting up, holding her three-year-old son, Maomao.

In a daze, Maomao saw the little stoic-face step through the door and sprinted over, raising his small hand to touch Qiao Mu's belly. "Wifey, morning."

Qiao Mu: ...

Madam Feng twitched her mouth, smiling as she playfully scolded her "rascal," then went to take her son for washing. "Little Physician, please don't mind him. The day before yesterday, Old Uncle Wang next door was teasing Maomao, saying if Little Physician's belly holds a girl, Maomao will have a wife in the future."

"I didn't expect the child to remember it so well; he's still thinking about it now," Madam Feng laughed uncontrollably.

Qiao Mu looked at Madam Feng and her son with an expressionless face, then hung the large-headed fish on a rack.

"Sister-in-law, I'm going to sleep."

After all these days, Madam Feng had long understood the little stoic-face's routine. She quickly nodded and replied, "Alright, alright, I'll call you for lunch. Let's steam this fish today; it looks quite plump."

Little Maomao, after washing his hands, scampered back to Qiao Mu, raising his small hand and placing it on Qiao Mu's belly, stroking it again. He murmured, "Wifey..."

Qiao Mu's brow suddenly furrowed, feeling a surge of power suddenly emanate from her abdomen, about to strike the little imp.

The little stoic-face, with quick reflexes, swiftly picked up Maomao with her bare hands. She then pressed down with a layer of divine power, completely shielding that sudden attack.

"Bang!" The wooden rack opposite suddenly disintegrated and collapsed. The large-headed fish that was hanging on the rack also fell to the ground with a "thud."

The sound drew Sister Feng over. She looked at the scene in astonishment. "What? What happened!"

"Nothing," Qiao Mu put down the bewildered Maomao, her small face wooden. "The wooden rack suddenly fell down just now. Thankfully, no one was hit."

Madam Feng was startled. She took Maomao, hugged him, and gently patted him, mumbling, "Last time, I told him to reinforce the wooden fixtures at home..."

"It's fine, it's fine. Maomao, don't be scared."

Qiao Mu looked back at the mother and son, then turned and entered her small partition, her expression instantly becoming very serious.

Her small hand covered her belly, stroking it. The little stoic-face said sternly, "Mo Baobao, listen to Mommy, you can't bully other children in the future! And you certainly can't use such strong power indiscriminately."

Lord Qiaoqiao also felt incredibly amazed at this moment.

Her little cub truly had precognitive abilities, able to "activate power" even through the belly!

If she hadn't reacted quickly just now, grabbing little Maomao and blocking that powerful force, the consequences would surely have been unimaginable.

What good could have come to Maomao if her own cub had given him such a forceful, uncontrolled impact?