Lunch, consisting of three dishes and a soup, was served unchanged, prompting the nanny to sigh helplessly.

But seeing the fruit platter that had clearly been partially eaten, the nanny seemed to discover an unexpected delight. She said with a hint of excitement, "Then I'll cut some more cantaloupe for Young Master Pei later."

Pei Yu glanced at the plate of fruit, lingered for a brief second, and offered no explanation.

As the nanny came out of the room, she ran into Mr. Huo, who was passing by on his way upstairs.

Gazing at the thin, frail figure of the boy in the wheelchair sitting through the crack in the door, Old Master Huo stopped, leaning on his cane, a strange emotion flashing in his hawk-like, majestic eyes.

He could understand why this kid was so obsessed with death.

She's a proud child and just doesn't want to live a disabled life.

The image of his deceased wife appeared in Old Master Huo's mind.

What was Yi Wan thinking after she broke her leg?

She must hate him to death.

They lived on with a deep love for dance and a hatred for him, and this hatred extended to their young children...

At the time, he was focused on expanding the Huo family business and didn't want to pay attention to these trivial matters of personal relationships. By the time he tried to make amends, it was too late.

Old Master Huo felt a tightness in his chest. He exhaled a heavy breath and slowly walked upstairs, but his back seemed to have become much more hunched over in an instant.

With the help of her older sister Zhizhi, Chaochao finally finished making the little white flower specimen. Excitedly, she ran downstairs to share her masterpiece with others, but she couldn't find her grandfather anywhere.

Later, I asked Aunt Song and found out that Old Master Huo was in a bad mood and was currently in his study.

Chaochao tilted her head worriedly: "Why are you suddenly in a bad mood?"

Aunt Song looked helpless: "Even my mother-in-law doesn't know."

She suggested, "Perhaps Chaochao could go and comfort Grandpa; he'll be very happy to see you."

The little dumpling nodded vigorously: "I know! Chaochao will definitely make Grandpa happy!"

The little dumpling appeared resolute, but secretly asked the system, "Little Seven, how can I make Grandpa happy?"

System: "How about you dance and sing a song in front of him, Chaochao, and bloom a flower?"

"Will Grandpa be happy then?"

The little dumpling was puzzled.

"I can't say for sure about others, but you, Chaochao, definitely can!" the system declared confidently. With your little one on the line, the mission will be accomplished!

Just in case, Chaochao still carried a bag of candy to the study door.

She knocked, "Grandpa~"

No one answered.

Knock again.

Still no one.

After hesitating for three seconds, Chaochao pushed open the unusually grand door of the study with difficulty and tiptoed inside.

Grandpa Huo was sitting on the sofa with his back to her, and upbeat, quirky music was playing in the room.

The old man placed the teacup on the table, muttering, "This one's not bad, I'll vote for it..."

As she approached the cheerful music, Chaochao's doubts grew, like the little grass on Slow Sheep's head, with question marks popping up one after another.

Grandpa doesn't seem too upset... Could it be that her planned song and dance performance is going to be a disaster?

The system was also puzzled, and its curiosity prompted it to turn on the panoramic view to take a look.

"..." The system was dumbfounded, then—

"Ahhh, Chaochao, don't look! There are bad comments ahead!"

But it was too late to stop it; the little dumpling had already reached the sofa.

Then I saw Mr. Huo, who should have been in his study looking ecstatic, smiling and watching a video on his tablet intently.

Title: "God knows how many times I've heard Chaochao's 'Aww!' Every time I see it, I laugh so hard I die hahaha."

Chaochao can't read, but she recognizes her own face on the screen, crying her heart out in every scene, including when chicken droppings get on her hat.

The little dumpling froze, and the candy in her arms clattered to the ground.

Even the system couldn't help but shed tears.

Poor little one, he's not even grown up yet and his embarrassing past is all in high definition! And it's been turned into memes frame by frame!

When Old Master Huo heard something fall to the ground, he paused, turned around, and saw—

The little dumpling opened its mouth sadly, its almond-shaped eyes brimming with tears, its chubby cheeks trembling, and it looked as if it was about to burst into tears.

Grandpa Huo's first reaction was one of astonishment: ...Huh? How did it get out of the screen?

Old Master Huo's second reaction was to examine it carefully: It really is Type-C...

Chaochao burst into tears: "Aww—"

How could Grandpa do this... She's about to cry and he's not even comforting her, sob sob sob...

Old Master Huo's third reaction was one of panic: "!!!"

Chaos erupted in the study.

3D crying sound surround sound effect.

The old man, who was supposed to be coaxed, was now in a hurry to make the little dumpling happy.

In the end, they managed to appease him, with the old man singing a song as the price.

On stage, Mr. Huo sang with great passion, while the audience enthusiastically cheered him on, their senses dulled and their hearing shut off.

It made the decision.

I'm going to report my work injury to the Time and Space Administration tonight, sob sob!

...

Compared to the lively and bustling atmosphere outside, the guest room remained quiet and boring.

It's like being inside a square box with no exit, watching a series of mute scenes of worldly life unfold outside the window with utter boredom.

The nanny then brought over a plate of freshly cut fruit.

But this time no one moved.

Emerging from the bathroom, Pei Yushen stood silently in front of the desk, gazing at the ordinary-looking corn snail in a daze.

"Creak... Crack..."

A slight, subtle movement came from the storage cabinet under the table.

It looked like some small animal scratching at the door with its newly grown claws.

The soft sound startled the lost-in-thought boy, who frowned coldly and stared down at the cabinet door with his pale black eyes.

It's impossible for a mouse.

There was only one person in the Huo family who could hide in the closet and dared to sneak into the room.

Is he angry and wants revenge?

Or was it because her wishes were repeatedly unfulfilled that she finally disdained to get close to this cripple?

Pei Yu, unconcerned with malicious speculation about the thoughts of the person hiding in the closet, had a rare, slight curve to his sharp lips, full of mockery.

How are you planning to play a trick on him this time?

Did they intend to suddenly rush out and make a funny face to scare him, or did they catch an insect and put it in his clothes to watch him struggle and show his ugly fear?

I still want to be like those people...

He was bound to a wheelchair and forced to sit there until dark; dead cockroaches were placed in his pencil case; scalding hot water was "accidentally" poured onto his lap; and feigned intimacy was merely a ploy to secretly photograph his embarrassing state while using the toilet...

The boy lowered his raven eyelashes, which pressed down on his dim black pupils like heavy dark clouds. Malicious speculations swelled and went off track little by little, and his trembling lips breathed out hot air.

Darkness surged beneath the empty, calm surface of his eyes, like a patient suffering from a sudden bout of hysteria but with nowhere to turn for help.