"Ann was..." Qin Sui’an’s words were interrupted by the sudden sound of a goose honking.

A big white goose flapped its wings, honking as it walked towards them.

"Ga! Ann, the morning aura is more abundant than that of noon or evening. If you have no urgent matters, you can sit there for a while. Otherwise, if you wait until later, the aura will diminish!"

The big white goose acted like a concerned mother goose.

Upon hearing this, Qin Sui’an obediently nodded her little head and said, "Oh, all right! Ann will go now!"

With that, she wriggled out of her Eldest Brother’s embrace and, with her short legs, followed behind the big white goose, step by step, towards the flower bushes.

Qin Fujia looked puzzled, his gaze shifting between little Ann and the big white goose.

He had heard his father mention the aura of the flower bushes last night, but this was the first time he had heard the term "spiritual energy".

Qin Fujia stood up, holding a parasol, and followed closely beside little Ann, shielding her from the sunlight, while also personally experiencing what this "spiritual energy" was.

The bodyguards and flower farmers, upon seeing Miss An’an and Master Fujia, immediately made way for them.

In the next moment, they watched in astonishment as Miss An’an, Master Fujia, and Miss An’an’s big white goose, one small, one big, and one goose, all squatted down in the middle of the flower bushes.

Everyone was dumbfounded: ...

Was this position some kind of feng shui?

If it were just the big white goose lingering, it would have been one thing.

But now, with Miss An’an and Master Fujia here, and even the president specially instructing them to expand this flower bush, the bodyguards and flower farmers convinced themselves that they hadn’t seen anything unusual and continued busily working on the flower bushes.

At this moment, the surrounding flower bushes were temporarily moved aside, no longer needing to curl up into a ball like they did last night.

Qin Sui’an comfortably sat on the grass, gently touching the silver bracelet on her wrist.

"The big white goose said that the spiritual energy is very abundant now! Let’s eat quickly!"

The silver bracelet emitted a faint warmth as if responding to her words.

Qin Fujia sat beside her, observing everything around him, carefully sensing it.

Unfortunately, even someone as perceptive as him couldn’t perceive anything, let alone this so-called spiritual energy.

Qin Huo stayed up until almost one o’clock in the morning before going to bed, so naturally, he woke up late in the morning.

It was almost eleven o’clock when he finally got up.

With the help of Butler Lin, he took the elevator down to the first floor of the villa.

Butler Lin reported, "Sir has already gone to the company to attend to his busy affairs. Master Yanyi went to the hospital early in the morning, and Master Fujia went to school. Only Master Fujia is accompanying Miss An’an in the garden, playing over there. Old Sir, please be careful..."

As the elevator reached the first floor, two doors opened from the side.

Qin Huo, leaning on his cane, slowly walked out of the elevator, his expression serious as he asked, "Fujia isn’t going back to the mountain?"

"It seems not. This time, it seems that Sir called Fujia back." Butler Lin’s expression showed a hint of apology.

"Old Sir, I haven’t found out the reason yet. Assistant He is quite meticulous."

"Meticulousness is a good thing. This way, he can help manage the Qin family well." Qin Huo nodded slightly, expressing his satisfaction with Assistant He.

"You’re right."

"Oh, by the way, Butler Lin, arrange for someone to burn more paper money at my father’s grave."

Qin Huo felt somewhat helpless.

His father would occasionally appear in his dreams, and without exception, he would always nag him to burn more money, saying that he didn’t have enough to spend in the underworld.

Qin Huo wondered why his father, who was not extravagant with money when he was alive, had changed so much after his death.

Oh no, his father was no longer human.

"All right, Old Sir."

Butler Lin supported Qin Huo as they entered the dining room and said, "Miss An’an woke up early this morning, and the chef hasn’t arrived at the Bay Villa yet. Sir personally made breakfast for Miss An’an."

Qin Huo’s eyes flickered with a hint of surprise, followed by a slight furrowing of his brows.

He anxiously asked, "Can we eat this? Has Ann had any stomach issues?"

How could he not know that his youngest son could cook?

Hopefully, it was not poisonous.

Butler Lin smiled and shook his head, saying, "No. Old Sir, rest assured, Sir’s culinary skills are quite impressive."

Qin Huo breathed a sigh of relief, but then worriedly cautioned, "Butler Lin, please keep an eye on her. Ann is still growing and shouldn’t eat indiscriminately."

He himself didn’t care how his son ate, but his granddaughter couldn’t be treated the same way.

She was delicate, small, and needed careful nurturing.

"Of course, Old Sir," Butler Lin replied with a smile.

Qin Huo quickly finished his breakfast and hurriedly made his way to the garden.

In the garden.

Qin Sui’an had already transitioned from sitting upright to unconsciously lying on the grass, her little head comfortably resting on her Eldest Brother’s leg.

The sunlight grew scorching, yet it couldn’t touch her even slightly.

A gentle breeze carried the pleasant fragrance of flowers, plants, and trees.

Ann was on the verge of falling asleep, her tiny hands unconsciously resting on the silver bracelet on her wrist.

Occasionally, her little mouth would move, and she would mumble in a drowsy voice, "Eat, eat until full..."

Qin Fujia held a parasol, shielding her from the glaring sun, while his other hand gently caressed her small body.

The big white goose was fast asleep, its head deeply hidden within its fluffy white feathers.

Around them, the bodyguards and gardeners moved with utmost care, planting new flower beds with delicate and light movements.

Qin Sui’an faintly heard the soft and familiar sound of "da, da, da".

It was very light, yet she recognized it. Ah! It was the sound of Grandfather’s cane!

Qin Sui’an immediately opened her eyes and looked ahead, indeed seeing her grandfather walking towards them.

She got up and happily greeted him, "Grandpa!"

"Ann!" Qin Huo saw his granddaughter running towards him from a distance, and his heart instantly melted.

He quickened his pace, wishing he could fly straight to his granddaughter’s side.

Although Qin Sui’an had short legs, she ran quite fast.

Instead of rushing forward, she used small, delicate steps to "brake" and stopped steadily in front of her grandfather.

"Good morning, Grandpa," Qin Sui’an opened her arms and gave her grandfather a big, yet gentle, hug.

"Good morning, Ann," Qin Huo crouched down, his face filled with an uncontrollable smile, and his loving gaze fixed upon his granddaughter.

He was about to lift her up when suddenly, his arms were empty, and he hadn’t managed to hold her.