Having successfully taken over, Chaochao yawned contentedly and rubbed her shoulder affectionately.

Jiang Chi froze. After a moment, with a complicated expression, he lifted her up and placed her on the bed, looking at this hot potato and saying, "I'm going to work. Do you want to come with me?"

Although he had already planned to put it in his pocket and take it with him, Jiang Chi decided to go through the motions out of politeness.

Chaochao looked up abruptly. "Are you going out?"

"Um."

Chaochao immediately became excited, "Yes, yes, I want to go!"

But she immediately followed up with a question, still concerned, "Are you with your brother?"

"Um."

Upon receiving an affirmative answer, Chaochao's eyes lit up, and the confusion she had felt upon waking up vanished.

After Aunt Song retied Chaochao's little bun, Chaochao checked what she needed to bring, slung her little bag over her shoulder, and set off with a bright and cheerful expression.

As they were seeing them off, Aunt Song said with some concern, "Young Master Chi, remember to hold Chaochao's hand."

"knew."

Jiang Chi responded, but instead of taking the little girl's raised hand, he turned and placed his hand on her little bun, amidst her expectant gaze.

Chaochao: "?"

They said they would hold hands, but they didn't say they had to hold hands.

Jiang Chi, rubbing his little bun, said calmly, "Let's go."

Just two simple words dispelled Chaochao's slight gloom, and she set off happily.

Aunt Song watched Jiang Chi leave, dragging Chaochao's braids like she was walking a dog, and thought, "..."

When we arrived at the gate, Brother Hong had already gotten out of the car and was waiting at the guard post.

Upon seeing them arrive, Brother Hong breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head, and joked, "Oh my god, you've finally arrived! The filming over there will be late if it starts at 3:30."

“We can make it.” Jiang Chi said calmly, releasing his grip on Jiu Jiu’s hand. “This person… you can call him Uncle Hong.”

"Hello, Uncle Hong!"

Chao Chao raised her head and called out crisply.

"Hey, hello little one." As soon as Brother Hong approached, his eyes were immediately drawn to this adorable little dumpling.

He looked at Jiang Chi and smiled, "You call me brother, your sister calls me uncle, so what do you call me?"

Jiang Chi glanced at him, unmoved, and said, "Let each do their own thing."

Hong looked the little dumpling over and over, his eyes growing more and more delighted. His gaze then moved up to Jiang Chi's grumpy face, and he lowered his voice in confusion, "How come you have such a cute and cuddly little sister?"

Besides being all incredibly good-looking, their personalities are like polar opposites.

Jiang Chi thought to himself, I also want to know how my cold and ruthless uncle could have such a naive and innocent daughter.

He lazily tossed out a sentence, "Guess."

Then he picked up Chaochao and bent down to get into the car.

"Hey, wait a minute, you haven't told me your sister's name yet!" Brother Hong quickly followed up.

Inside the car.

Hong, who was sitting in front, turned around and introduced himself to the little dumpling with a smile: "Chaochao, if you have anything to say, tell your uncle. Your uncle is your brother's manager."

Chaochao was bewildered: "Golden Rooster Man?"

Is that a chicken or a person?

Brother Hong: "...Um, it means your brother's butler."

The image of Uncle Hong wearing an apron, sweeping the floor, buying groceries, cooking, and running around immediately flashed through Chaochao's mind.

Upon thinking about it, Chaochao immediately understood. She took a candy out of her small backpack, placed it in her palm, and solemnly handed it to him, saying, "Uncle Hong, this is for you. Taking care of your brother must be very hard work~"

Hong was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, "Hahaha...haha, it was a bit tiring...ha...thank you Chaochao hahaha—"

If you didn't know better, you'd think a rooster was crowing.

Jiang Chi glanced at Xiao Donggua. Just now, she acted like a parent picking up their child from kindergarten and chatting with the homeroom teacher.

Jiang Chi frowned in thought, wondering if this little winter melon was being sarcastic towards him.

She'd deny it the next second; she's not that smart.

Then the question arises.

How do you manage to control it so skillfully?

Hong Ge was still chuckling.

Jiang Chi stared intently at the candy in his hand, then turned his head away and looked out the window without saying a word.

After a moment, I couldn't hold back any longer.

"Hello."

Chaochao, who was staring at the jianbing guozi stall on the street and swallowing her saliva, turned around and asked, "?"

Jiang Chi narrowed his peach blossom eyes slightly and said in a muffled voice, "Why don't I have it?"

Chaochao turned her head back, but her mind was still on the pancakes, so she didn't understand what was meant.

Jiang Chi regretted asking the question as soon as it left his mouth. Seeing the child's puzzled look, he pursed his lips and said, "Never mind, it's nothing."

When the car arrived at the brand's company's underground parking garage, Jiang Chi helped Chaochao out of the car. Chaochao reached out and took his hand first, not wanting her hair to be messed up by having her braids pulled.

Jiang Chi glanced at her and let her go.

But Chaochao and her partner, holding hands and blinking their bright almond-shaped eyes, fluttered in the dimly lit garage.

The little winter melon seemed to be gesturing towards something.

But Jiang Chi didn't connect with her.

Chaochao looked up at him helplessly, her eyes seeming to say something.

Oh dear, can't you see that, brother? You're so silly.

She placed her other hand on top of their clasped hands.

A soft little hand suddenly covered the back of his hand, and Jiang Chi flinched almost imperceptibly.

Chaochao went back to his old ways of making the old folks happy.

The child mysteriously exhaled a breath into their clasped hands, then began to perform the ritual in a childish voice: "Three, two, one!"

"when--"

The little hand opens, revealing two candies.

After spending the whole journey, Chaochao finally figured out what her brother meant, and she was not at all puzzled that Jiang Chi wanted candy.

Everyone loves candy, and candy loves me. Candy comes from all directions, hehe~

When she got off the bus, the little hand that held Jiang Chi's already had two candies hidden in its palm.

Hong is organizing the items in the trunk.

Little Winter Melon smiled sweetly, "Of course, brother has some! There are two more!"

However, I sighed inwardly, realizing that I had used up all three candies I needed for today.

The sadness lasted less than a second; I immediately cheered myself up.

But she still has her own secret sweets!

Jiang Chi quietly stroked the candy in his hand; the plastic wrapper still retained the warmth of the child's palm.

With each stroke, the corners of his mouth silently curled up.

cough.

This little magic trick was just so-so.