Stopping what she was eating, Mou Jing blinked, puffed out her cheeks, and looked at Jun Chen with a serious face, asking a question.

"Hmm? You're still a kid." As if that wasn't enough, Second Master Jun added possessively.

"My little friend."

"Pfft." Bei Jing laughed out loud, quite unkindly, like a stingy and domineering man.

Tang Hai, who was not far away, secretly picked up his phone, zoomed in, zoomed in again and again. This angle was good. He took a picture and sent it to the old lady.

After lunch, Jing took a relaxing nap with her husband in her arms, looking at the soft little one inside.

Master Jun felt that his self-control was getting better and better.

It seems I really need to marry the little one as soon as possible, otherwise I'm afraid I'll get sick from holding it in one day.

Looking at the little one sleeping soundly in his arms, Jun Chen chuckled softly. What a carefree little guy.

While sleeping soundly, Jing had no idea that a certain wolf was plotting to devour her.

Meanwhile, Bei Feng, who had been waiting for his younger sister to return for lunch for a long time, grew increasingly angry.

It's obvious without even thinking that she was run off with that bastard Junchen.

Frustrated, I ran my fingers through my hair, feeling a wave of unease.

The phone rang, and the unfamiliar number displayed on the screen made Beifeng frown.

Who is it?

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, and the already irritable Beifeng frowned.

"Who is this? I'm hanging up if you don't answer."

“Wind.” The woman’s voice carried a hint of hesitation and… unease, and Bei Feng’s brows furrowed even more.

He recognized that voice. How could he not recognize it? It was the voice of the woman who had dumped him without hesitation three years ago!

"Bai You." He uttered these two words almost through gritted teeth.

"How did you get my phone number?!" This damn woman, how dare she contact me first?

"...Your phone number hasn't changed." Her slightly wavy, silver-white hair was lifted by the breeze, and her delicate, mixed-race features exuded a cold and aloof air.

However, those usually emotionless dark eyes were now tinged with a hint of warmth.

"...Fuck you, I'll change it tomorrow!" He practically yelled this in a fit of rage.

"I'm back……"

"What the hell is this to me!" He slammed down the phone, sending it flying several meters away, startling a passing maid.

They had never seen the young master so angry before. In the servants' minds...

Their impression of Beifeng was that of a sunny, optimistic person, from childhood to adulthood, except...

Except when the young master was heartbroken...

The North Wind's eyes were slightly bloodshot, much like the signs of a wild beast about to unleash its fury.

Staring at the phone on the ground, one minute... two minutes... three minutes...

"Fuck!" Bei Feng cursed under his breath, got up from the sofa, and picked up his phone that had fallen to the ground.

The phone, already shattered, was removed from its memory card, and the driver drove away from the North family's house.

Bai You, you're back! You dare tell me you're back?! That's quite something!

This time, you came to me on your own initiative!

Imperial International Hotel.

Inside the luxurious presidential suite, Bai You held the disconnected phone in her slender hand, a bitter smile playing on her red lips.

Looking out the window at the bustling city lights and traffic, she felt an unprecedented sense of loneliness.

A single, almost imperceptible tear welled up in her peach-blossom-like eyes.

It seemed to be a murmur to itself, "Wind... I miss you so much."