However, this was also Zai Zai's nanny, and Si Yeguang didn't trust those he didn't know well. So in the end, Si Yeguang decided to let his gang members compete for the position.

Among his men, who exuded murderous intent and spent their days surrounded by guns, ammunition, cigarettes, alcohol, and casinos, he selected one who was a decent carpenter, one who had a daughter, and one who was refined and didn't look too ugly.

As soon as the three men walked in, they brandished their guns and questioned Si Yeguang:

"Godfather, who do we need to give an irresistible reason to refuse?"

Si Yeguang sat in a chair, an unlit cigar between his fingers, his long legs crossed, the ruby ​​thumb ring holding power gleaming in his hand.

He didn't immediately pay attention to his men, but instead lowered his head and gently called to the cubs hiding under the table:

"My dear Pearl, come out from under the table quickly."

Upon hearing this, the cub rustled for a while and finally poked out a snow-white, bun-shaped foot from behind the table.

He nimbly twisted his foot, making sure his father wouldn't come in to discipline him or scold him for crawling on the ground, before turning around and peeking out half his head.

Si Yeguang opened his arms and said affectionately:

“My love, come to me.”

Perhaps this is the typical accent in Y country; the subordinates didn't find it nauseating. Besides, the child in Si Yeguang's arms was indeed adorable, with skin as white as the snow on a mountain peak they had ever seen.

They exchanged a glance, and then they understood what was going on:

"This is your child who was left in China, right?"

The door behind him was suddenly kicked open. Si Qiannan, who had chased him from afar, had a tense expression and was covered in dust. He answered his subordinates:

“No, your godfather’s child is me, and as for that child, he is my son.”

The subordinates looked at the teenager carrying a suitcase, with a cold expression just like Si Yeguang's, and then at the boy who immediately climbed onto Si Yeguang, wanting him to hold his sweet baby.

Well, yes, this one does look more like it.

But it's really early for three generations to live together like this.

When the others first heard about Si Yeguang's family affairs, they all wanted to pretend they were deaf and dumb and sneak away, but unfortunately Si Qiannan had already closed the door behind them.

A family war is about to break out.

The Si family father and son started fighting again, leaving the three people in the middle staring at each other in disbelief. While they were still in a daze, the little boy knew to come and find cover to watch his grandfather and father fight.

Si Qiannan: "You know perfectly well that the people here are kind and honest, yet you still dared to bring the cub here without a word. It's so dangerous! Do you treat the cub like your grandson? Or like a pet?!"

Si Yeguang replied, "I'm better at taking care of children than you are! You unfilial son, and your younger siblings, weren't you raised by me? I just wanted to bring the cub to his grandmother to see!"

The father and son stopped and looked directly into each other's eyes.

Si Qiannan sneered:

"How much do you really like my mom? You only like her because she's the most beautiful jewel in a shop window, you only like her because she's different, you find her interesting! But do you really love her? Isn't my heartlessness inherited from you?!"

At this moment, the cub burst into tears and reached out for his father to hold him. Only then did Si Qiannan stop his hurtful words and silently take the cub into his arms.

"Dad...Dad..."

The little boy called out to Si Qiannan in a soft voice, his choked voice full of affection, which calmed Si Qiannan down.

"grandfather……"

The cub leaned out to the side again, wanting its grandfather to hold it.

Si Yeguang reached out and cradled the cub. As he softened, the fine lines at the corners of his eyes reappeared, each one a mark of time and the accumulation of experience.

It must be said that a mature leader like Si Yeguang is very good at arousing the desire to conquer others. Regardless of gender, everyone wants to be the one who makes the ascetic indulge.

However, Si Yeguang was also devoted to his wife, remaining faithful for over thirty years. But Si Qiannan's mother was always filled with anxiety and insecurity, feeling that the man's heart was not with her, which led to her death from depression.

She clearly has eyes that look at dogs with deep affection, so why couldn't she keep Si Qiannan's mother?

Given how tender and affectionate he is towards the cubs, does Si Yeguang only care about his own flesh and blood and not his wife?

That's clearly not the case.

Si Qiannan watched as the cub reached out and wiped away non-existent tears from Si Yeguang's eyes. The cub, with its chubby face scrunched up, whimpered and said:

"Grandpa, it's bitter."

"Grandpa Bitter Gourd".

Si Yeguang was amused and rubbed his face against the cub:

"Grandpa isn't a bitter gourd at all."

The boy tugged at his fingers and said, "Sadness is bitter, and Grandpa is sad."

Those blue eyes were fixed on Si Yeguang:

"Grandpa, don't be sad."

Si Yeguang's eyes flashed, and he gently rubbed the cub's nape with his large hand, but did not answer.

“My darling, you are my sweetheart, and that’s enough.”

Si Yeguang pinched the cub's nose:

"You should go to sleep, okay?"

No sooner had Si Yeguang thrown the two children back into the room than the cub opened its eyes.

Si Qiannan, who was still awake, met the cub's bright, alert eyes: ...

He also had an amazing understanding with the cub. Having taken care of the cub for so long, Si Qiannan knew the cub was up to something the moment the cub's eyes lit up.

As expected, the cub rushed into Si Qiannan's arms and asked:

Where is Grandpa going?

Si Qiannan couldn't very well say that his grandfather was going to the casino, so he could only say:

"Grandpa went out to play with the other uncles and elders."

The cub immediately said:

"I want to go too!"

So Si Qiannan could only sneak into the car with the cub ahead of time. When Si Yeguang opened the door and got in, Si Qiannan cleverly sandwiched the cub between them.

Si Yeguang couldn't lash out. Seeing the cub's longing to go out and play, he could only have someone change to the most heavily armored bulletproof car and instruct the driver to drive slowly so as not to bump the cub.

Si Yeguang's men, unaware that two children were hidden inside, knocked on the window and asked:

"Godfather, why the hell aren't you speeding today?!"

The cub next to him mimicked his subordinate's tone of voice:

"***Fuck!! Speeding!!!"

The minions would occasionally let out strange cries, which the cubs picked up and made sound like chicks.

The sound successfully attracted the attention of his men:

"No... Father, when did you bring the child out?"

Si Yeguang's eyes were icy cold, and he gave a forced smile: "I just found out too, and I only just found out that my little treasure can swear."

The subordinate's face stiffened, and he mumbled local slang as he was dragged away by the bodyguard with a pained expression.

Si Yeguang coldly turned to look at the driver:

"You idiot! Can't you play some music? Look at the stupid things my precious grandson has learned!"

"No Bach in G major! Play some nursery rhymes! Do you even know what nursery rhymes are?! Haven't you heard the story of the little duck?!"