Huo Chengche knew that his wife's cuddly nudge made her feel neglected and wronged.

Compared to his own little cutie, what is that coward Liang Sheng?

He immediately looked away, gently patted his adorable little bundle of joy, and was about to coax her when he heard her ask in her sweet, childish voice, "Is this the end of the story? What about the second story?"

The atmosphere was tense. The adults were all on edge, each with their own thoughts, while only this silly little baby was focused on listening to the story.

Listening to the little baby's whimpering and grumbling with a hint of temper, she smiled helplessly, glancing out of the corner of her eye at Tongyou Lin, who was grinning sheepishly, her narrow eyes deep.

Jia Wen, his face ashen, clutched Huo Chengche's clothes, crying and begging for his life. But upon hearing the little boy's soft, sweet words, a glimmer of light suddenly returned to his despairing eyes.

Yes, that's right! His Highness the Crown Prince said there's a second story! There's still a chance, right?

He immediately shut his mouth, looked up at Huo Chengche's sharply defined face, his expression full of hope.

Huo Chengche glanced at him indifferently, then met Jia Wen's terrified and regretful eyes, and snorted coldly, which confirmed his guess.

Having survived the ordeal, Jia Wen felt a sudden release of the tension in his throat, and he collapsed to the ground, kneeling in a disheveled state.

"The second story is similar to the first one."

The boy's clear, melodious voice echoed through the mountains, carrying the gentle tone of someone coaxing a baby, as if he were truly telling the baby a bedtime story.

But in reality, apart from the little baby in his arms with its bright, dark eyes blinking and two dimples, listening intently to the story and laughing carefree.

The other adults had no interest in listening to a story. Their expressions were all complicated and anxious as they waited to decipher the deeper meaning behind Huo Chengche's words.

The boy's arms were a boundary; within them lay warmth and carefree joy, while beyond them lay power and violence.

The little baby in my arms smiled with delight, her voice soft and sweet, "It's the same group of babies again. Did they run into the Big Bad Wolf again?"

"Yes, we ran into them again. But this time their teacher wasn't the Big Bad Wolf, but a coward who was afraid of the Big Bad Wolf. When the Big Bad Wolf came to steal the little ones' favorite toys, he didn't dare to stop him. He could only secretly hint to the little ones to hide the toys."

"Huh?" The little baby, who was listening attentively to the story, tilted his head, pouted, and said in a childish voice, "But isn't this teacher a teacher? Shouldn't he protect the little baby and drive away the big bad wolf? How can he be so timid?"

The innocent, childlike voice drifted into Jia Wen's ears. Hearing her naive and innocent words, Jia Wen's face burned with embarrassment. He lowered his head even further, trembling, and dared not look up.

Huo Chengche listened to the little boy's unintentional words with a smile, gave a soft "hmm", and praised him gently with a doting smile, "Little Niannian is so smart, you're right, much smarter than that muddle-headed teacher."

As he spoke, the boy's gaze turned cold, and he gave Jia Wen a deep look.

Feeling that gaze, Jia Wen's scalp tingled, as if a sharp blade had been placed on his head. His neck felt cold, and he began to tremble violently again.

Fortunately, the little baby's soft, sweet voice saved him in time.

"And then! Did someone help the babies chase away the big bad wolf?" The little dumpling kicked his short legs, his bright eyes staring at Huo Chengche with great interest as he asked.