"The older brother inside has a bad temper, so Chaochao, please don't play with him anymore, okay?"

Listening to Aunt Song's words, Chaochao raised her head, her little brows furrowed in confusion, her simple mind trying hard to sort out the logical relationships, "But... isn't Brother Yushen like this because he's sick?"

He was already unhappy because he was sick, and if no one played with him, wouldn't that make him even sadder?

Chaochao remembered that the children downstairs in the courtyard had been having a lot of fun playing "Red Light, Green Light" and she could only watch secretly from the bricks, feeling extremely envious.

But no children wanted to play with her.

Their grandparents all told them to stay away from her because she was an orphan without parents.

Aunt Song was taken aback when she heard this. Looking at Chaochao, she felt both relief and worry. After a long while, she sighed softly, "Then Chaochao, remember to protect yourself, okay?"

Although nothing unexpected is likely to happen at the Huo residence.

But it's hard to guarantee that the little dumpling won't do anything out of the ordinary.

For example, rolling out of the room like a ball.

The little dumpling smiled sweetly and snuggled softly into Aunt Song's arms: "Chaochao knows."

Hehe, it's good that I don't need a shot.

In the evening, Jiang Chi was busy recording his new album and called to say he wouldn't be coming home for dinner, telling Chao Chao not to worry.

When Huo Qin returned from the company, he ran into the old man slowly walking out of the study, leaning on his cane.

Grandpa Huo secretly spent the afternoon watching the little dumpling's "highlight" moments on the show in his study. When he saw a well-edited video, he swiped his finger and tipped it at least in the five figures.

Within a single day, more than a dozen content creators received donations ranging from 30,000 to 100,000 yuan.

This news came like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, causing a sensation throughout the entire content creator community on a certain platform.

The videos favored by these "big dads" all have one thing in common: they are all cute, funny, and other types of videos from "Chaochao," the most popular child star in the recent hit reality show for kids.

The extremely generous donations attracted countless content creators, laying a solid foundation for the "highlight" of the little girl's popularity to spread throughout the country.

What foundation?

The economic foundation provided by Mr. Huo.

At this time, Chaochao had no idea that the mastermind behind her various tragic scenes of "running away with a dog," "being kicked by a chicken," and "being fooled by her brother" becoming so popular in China was her kind grandfather who was serving her food at the dinner table.

Chaochao took a big bite of the greens with a "whoosh," chewing with her soft, bouncy cheeks, her big, clear eyes glancing at the tightly closed door.

The little dumpling with the rice was hard to get distracted.

The nanny prepared three dishes, a soup, and rice, and entered the room after knocking on the door with a tray.

The boy's bowls and chopsticks were different from the bone china commonly used by the host family; they were custom-made with special materials to prevent the boy from breaking the bowls and spoons and hurting himself.

"Young Master Pei, it's time to eat."

The nanny brought in the food, placed it on the table, and reminded the boy by the window.

Pei Yushen's pale face remained expressionless, not even lifting a finger, his dark pupils revealing a deep sense of mockery.

Seeing that he didn't reply, the nanny's respectful expression faded, and a hint of impatience appeared on her face. Her tone was disgusted and cold: "Young Master Pei, food is essential for life. If you don't eat, I naturally have other ways. I advise you not to suffer like this."

After the nanny finished her harsh words, seeing that Pei Yushen didn't even blink, her face stiffened, and after a few breaths she let out a cold laugh.

It seems this young master hasn't learned his lesson.

Money is hard to earn, and life is tough.

If it weren't for the money his parents gave her, she wouldn't be willing to mess with this reckless disabled person.

"Leave the food here, I'll come back to collect it in an hour."

The nanny finished speaking impatiently and was about to leave when she suddenly noticed a box of snacks by the window.

It must have been a gift from the host's daughter.

The nanny paused, a malicious smile spreading across her face.

With a kick, the cardboard box that was originally placed to the side blocked the boy's way by the window.

After doing all this, she left the room, seemingly relieved.

A retro-style, spacious lobby.

Huo Qin leaned back on the sofa, his long legs crossed, his eyes lowered as he quickly processed the documents. The recent collaborative project between the Huo and Xie families had yielded significant results, and the process was now underway, requiring the president's review of a large number of documents.

Although Mr. Huo was busy, he still managed to free up one hand to turn the little head that was lying on the side of the sofa back.

"He doesn't need your concern."

Chaochao rolled over and nestled on the sofa, her lovely almond-shaped eyes filled with worry. She had just seen the nanny bring out all of Yushen's meals exactly as they were.

Chaochao had never seen anyone who disliked eating so much.

The little dumpling sighed heavily: "Daddy, is it really okay not to eat?"

Chaochao thought about what would happen if she missed a meal...

Eek!

The little dumpling trembled; she didn't even dare to think about it!

Huo Qin said casually, "What, do you want to be his food?"

Not even enough to fill a tooth gap.

The little dumpling stared wide-eyed at Huo Qin in disbelief.

Are you really my daddy?

Huo Qin flipped through the documents. "Genuine, no doubt about it."

The little dumpling's eyes suddenly looked even bigger.

"Go play with your stuff." The man's long, slender fingers rested on the shocked little girl's head, pressing her head down to continue playing with her building blocks.

However, Chaochao was still a little worried, and in the meantime, she wandered to the door of the guest room while going to the toilet.

She...she only glanced at it briefly.

Chaochao convinced herself and quietly pushed open a crack in the door to peek inside.

A huge floor-to-ceiling window, orange glow of the sunset, the long shadow cast by the boy in the wheelchair, and a snack box that hadn't been touched at all.

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