Huo Qin returned from the company at noon.

Hearing the sound at the door, Chaochao, who was playing with her balloons, immediately let go and ran to greet her, "Daddy—"

The first thing Huo Qin did upon returning was to feed Chao Chao a glass of warm water. Without asking why, Chao Chao took it and downed it in one gulp. After finishing, she continued to cling affectionately to Huo Qin's neck, the little dumpling sighing, "Daddy, it feels like I haven't seen you in ages..."

I went to Shize's house to play yesterday afternoon, and when I got home in the evening, I didn't see Daddy. When I woke up this morning, Daddy had already gone to work, but thinking about it carefully, I think I did see him once before...

System: Little one, your father appeared, when he was working as a milk carton.

Huo Qin caught the little dumpling, glanced at the animated balloon group that had an exceptionally strong presence in the hall, and felt a throbbing in his temple.

Although he wasn't there this morning, he still knew that these were all sent by Ji Shize's family.

Huo Qin was already considering whether to set up a pigsty at home, no, it should be called a farm.

The man picked up Chaochao and sat her on the sofa, pulling out a tissue to wipe the water droplets from her mouth. "Did your head hurt after you woke up?"

Chaochao shook her head: "It doesn't hurt."

On the contrary, when I woke up after a dreamless night, I felt refreshed. However, when the Huo family members were enthusiastically helping me recall my drunken memories, I had a slight headache.

Huo Qin nodded slightly.

It's good that there are no adverse side effects.

"You're not allowed to drink without permission anymore, understand?"

Upon hearing this, Chaochao, who had been grinning foolishly, suddenly looked utterly shocked. She threw herself into Huo Qin's arms and sobbed, "Daddy, no! That's too cruel..."

If only she had never tasted peach wine, then she wouldn't have any lingering attachment to it!

Chaochao recalled the scene of drinking with her friends for the first time yesterday, never expecting that it would be her last sip!

Huo Qin stroked the back of her head and said calmly, "You're too young, your brain isn't fully developed yet. Drinking too much alcohol will damage your brain."

So, does that mean I'm going to become a little fool?

Although Chaochao is young, she knows that being brain-damaged means being unintelligent.

The little girl, feeling wronged, whimpered as she lifted her head from her father's arms, her round, watery eyes looking pitiful. She tried one last time to persuade him: "Then just one drop, not even one drop?"

Aunt Song had already reminded everyone at the restaurant that it was time to eat.

Huo Qin stood up, took Chaochao's hand, and walked towards them, saying, "You can't drink alcohol, but you can still eat sweet fermented rice soup."

A dejected Chaochao looked up for a second, but before she could say anything, Huo Qin cut her off: "Not today."

He glanced at her sideways and said, "You've really gotten addicted to it."

However, the little dumpling was engrossed in her own thoughts and didn't pay attention to the complaints from her father.

No today... but that's alright, being able to drink fermented rice balls soup is a pleasant surprise!

Feeling comforted, Chaochao danced with joy, "Then I want to eat glutinous rice balls tomorrow! Glutinous rice balls! Yay!"

Huo Qin: "…………"

When Chaochao saw Grandpa Huo arriving late, she opened her mouth wide and exclaimed, "Wow, Grandpa looks so handsome today!"

"Right?"

Hearing Chaochao's praise, Old Master Huo finally let out all the pent-up frustration. The old man touched his newly done hairstyle, every strand of hair was meticulously combed to one side, and he looked very energetic.

To Jiang Chi, it looked like he had just come back from an old-fashioned disco.

After placing food in the old man's bowl, Chaochao turned to Jiang Chi beside her with perfect ease: "And brother—"

Unexpectedly meeting the young man's smiling gaze, Chaochao's mind was suddenly filled with the image of her kneeling and kowtowing to Jiang Chi. "...Hmph."

Chaochao put a piece of plain cabbage in his bowl without saying a word, and then sat down and buried himself in his rice.

Jiang Chi, suddenly treated differently: "...?"

Isn't it his turn? Why is he not saying anything except picking up food?

Chaochao took a bite of rice, then her eyes fell on the nanny carrying the tray toward the guest room, and she slowed down her chewing.

Earlier in the room, Chaochao had invited Pei Yushen to have lunch together, but the boy declined.

"Aunt Qiu, wait a minute!"

Hearing the sound, the nanny turned around in confusion and saw the little girl cautiously walking over. She quickly went back and asked, "Miss Chaochao, is there something you need?"

Chaochao used the serving chopsticks to pick up a piece of green pepper and pork slices and placed it on the white rice on her plate. "This is for Brother Yushen!"

The nanny laughed: "I will definitely tell Young Master Pei that Miss Chaochao picked this up."

Upon seeing this, Huo Qin's eyes flickered, a thoughtful look crossing his face.

He remembers it was within the last day or two, right?

Not long after lunch, Chaochao felt sleepy, but she still forced herself to stay awake and stared at Peppa Pig on TV.

No, no, I can't sleep. I have to catch up on Peppa Pig today, even though I missed watching it last night...

Chaochao squinted, her little mouth mumbling incoherently. Her little head, unable to hold on any longer, slumped down, then barely managed to lift itself up, swaying as it drew an "8" shape in the air.

Huo Qin rubbed his temples, moved the documents off his lap, and deftly picked up the little dumpling, walking steadily upstairs.

As Huo Qin passed by the guest room, his gaze shifted slightly through the half-open door. He noticed a maid tidying up inside, while Pei Yushen, with his hands on his wheelchair, quietly gazed out the glass window. As if sensing someone passing by outside, his dark eyes turned outwards.

Huo Qin's casual gaze met the calm eyes of the boy by the window. Upon seeing Huo Qin, Pei Yushen's gaze paused for a moment, then he nodded slightly to the indifferent-looking man.

Immediately afterwards, the boy's gaze silently moved down and landed on Chaochao, who was fast asleep in his arms.

The two had only a tiny interaction that lasted for two or three seconds.

Huo Qin withdrew his gaze without changing his expression and walked straight upstairs.

When Chaochao woke up from her afternoon nap, she found two more people in the living room.

Mr. and Mrs. Pei sat on the sofa, holding freshly brewed tea. The two younger men looked respectful and occasionally exchanged a few words with Mr. Huo.

Huo Qin was also sitting in the living room, but Pei Luying and her husband were not familiar with this well-known President Huo.

They could respond freely to the old man's casual conversation, but they didn't dare to strike up a conversation with Huo Qin. Just meeting his dark, indifferent eyes made their hearts skip a beat, and they could only hold their breath and nod with a smile.

When Chaochao came downstairs, the living room was shrouded in a glue-like silence.

Upon seeing the two visitors, the little dumpling asked in a daze, as if in a dream:

"Uncle Pei, Aunt Shu?"