"Okay, then Yan'er can call me Brother Qianqing directly."

After all, being called a mistress by a girl younger than oneself is... a little hard to accept.

"Why? I think 'Xiao San'er' sounds really nice, it's so endearing to call someone that." It's mainly because it's easy to say.

Qian Qing smiled helplessly, "Alright, Yan'er can call me whatever she likes."

"Little San'er is so good!" This Third Prince is just too gentle!

Qian Qing was just like his brother's son in his previous life, a perfect little warm-hearted man. Thinking of this, Bei Yan found Qian Qing more and more pleasing to the eye.

Jun Lin, lying in Bei Yan's arms, turned even darker. He had formed a blood pact with the little guy, so he could sense the little guy's emotional changes more clearly than anyone else.

The cat lifted its eyes and glanced at Qian Qing. What was so great about this kid? Had the little guy already developed feelings for him after just a few words with him these past few days?

The little guy is only seven years old, why is he always thinking about such trivial things? What does a child know about feelings?

Since the little guy has formed a blood pact with him, he can't just abandon him. Otherwise, if he gets scammed, he'll suffer the consequences too.

Thinking about it this way, Junlin felt it was necessary for him to teach the little guy a lesson and educate him.

Looking up, Junlin saw Bei Yan and Qian Qing chatting happily. He reached out his cat paw and patted the back of Bei Yan's hand to get Bei Yan's attention.

Bei Yan felt something soft and fleshy covering the back of his hand. Looking down, he saw Jun Lin staring straight at him with his cat-like eyes.

Qian Qing followed Bei Yan's gaze and saw a pure white cat lying in Bei Yan's arms.

Qian Qing thought he must be seeing things, otherwise how could he feel that he saw naked disgust in the white cat's eyes?

"Yan'er, is this cat your pet? It's so cute." Qian Qing reached out, wanting to pet the cat. After all, a cat that is pure white with silver eyes is quite rare.

"Deng!" Junlin slapped away Qianqing's outstretched hand without any politeness, then shifted his body and snuggled closer to Beiyan's arms.

When she looked at Qian Qing again, her silver cat eyes showed undisguised disdain.

Qian Qing was now certain that he was being disliked by a cat.

This series of actions happened so unexpectedly that Bei Yan came to his senses, silently closed his eyes, and inwardly sighed.

Well, now she's even more certain that Junlin is Junchen. Look at them, they even have the same bad habit of not liking to be touched by others.

"Hey, Xiao San'er, I'm sorry, but my cat is a bit wild. Please don't take it personally."

Qian Qing withdrew his hand, his gentle and refined face still bearing a warm and gentle smile.

"It's okay."

Bei Yan's bright black eyes curved into crescent shapes again. Tsk tsk tsk, what a sweet little boy. This old auntie really likes him so much.

Sensing the emotional turmoil in Bei Yan, Jun Lin's cat-like face darkened further.

Why is the little guy's affection for this brat growing even stronger? What's wrong with him?

How can someone so young be so unruly? I can sense it myself; this little guy doesn't have a single trace of soul power.

Being a spirit without a single bit of soul power means being a useless person for life. But this little guy doesn't care at all, and isn't in a hurry at all.

It's infuriating that he's still in the mood to chat with this brat about nothing!