Huo Boyuan and Jiang Xin are his parents.

Mr. Huo was not an only son; he had an older brother, Huo Jianling. The elder brother was not interested in business and voluntarily gave up inheriting the family business to devote himself to art.

Although they relinquished their inheritance rights, this branch still holds 10% of the Huo family's shares.

Jiang Chi, whose real name is Huo Chi, is the grandson of Huo Jianling. However, when he debuted, he took his mother's surname as his stage name.

After junior high school, he was raised freely at the Huo family mansion while his parents traveled around.

He's only been on an overseas tour for two months, and now that he's back, his "sexually frigid" uncle has a three-year-old daughter?

Why didn't anyone notify him?

He's on an international tour, not a wilderness survival adventure!

It took Jiang Chi quite a while to snap out of his daze.

During this time, Grandpa Huo had already introduced Jiang Chi to Chaochao, explaining that he was her great-grandfather's grandson.

The classic melody of the rocking horse automatically started playing in Chaochao's mind: "Daddy's daddy is called grandpa, Mommy's daddy is called..."

After racking his brains for a while, he finally understood, and his eyes immediately sparkled like crystals.

This older brother is Chaochao's older brother!

Although he had recovered from the initial shock, Jiang Chi's mind was still a jumbled mess.

For example.

Where is his aunt?

It couldn't possibly have been conceived by my uncle's own mother, could it?

This child is three years old. I've never seen him before.

You can't be born three years old, can you?

Jiang Chi had a headache, so he rubbed his temples. As his gaze fell, it inadvertently met Xiao Donggua's bright eyes.

Jiang Chi had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, Little Winter Melon smiled, her almond-shaped eyes crinkling, and opened her short, chubby arms. "Brother, hug me!"

Jiang Chi: ...

He didn't want to.

A three-year-old child might poop or pee on him.

However, seeing that he did not respond for a long time, the gazes of the two large Buddhas opposite him became increasingly dangerous.

Jiang Chi, subdued by the tyranny, stiffly extended his hand.

However, he forgot that he had never held a child before.

When the little winter melon cuddled up to him, Jiang Chi was flustered. He felt like his neck wasn't a neck and his hands weren't hands. He could only imagine the child as a puppy, but the problem was that he had never owned a dog before.

At this moment, unable to find a place to stand, Chaochao's face turned red. Her two little hands were hanging on Jiang Chi's neck, and her cotton slippers fell off one by one with a thud. It was visible to the naked eye that her fair and cute little feet were straining.

Jiang Chi, who still couldn't find a starting point, pursed his thin lips and secretly strained to raise his neck, where the pale blue veins bulged slightly.

The two of them were locked in a silent struggle.

At this moment, the system quietly probed Jiang Chi's level of cunning.

"Character [Huo Chi (Jiang Chi)], low level of corruption. Please work hard to reduce the character's corruption level and contribute to building a harmonious world step by step."

The system patted itself and breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, this time it's a relatively normal one.

Compared to the previous one, Jiang Chi is a pure and innocent girl!

Finally, Aunt Song couldn't stand it anymore and came to the rescue, saying, "Oh dear, young master Chi, this is how you hold a child."

Jiang Chi stood there like a mannequin, letting Aunt Song manipulate his arm into the right position.

Once everything was finally settled, Chaochao, who was leaning on Jiang Chi's shoulder, and Jiang Chi, who felt a great weight lifted off their shoulders, both breathed a sigh of relief.

Through a thin layer of clothing, the warmth of her skin was transmitted to the little dumpling's cheeks.

Chaochao touched her face and asked worriedly, "Brother, aren't you cold wearing so little?"

Jiang Chi did have a coat, but he had just lost it.

He simply replied, "It's not cold."

Jiang Chi frowned uncomfortably, wanting to quickly throw away the hot winter melon in his arms.

Through the fabric, you can not only feel the warmth of the body, but also the soft, fleshy texture of a child's cheeks.

Chaochao asked again, "Brother, where did you come from?"

A letter from a primeval forest?

Jiang Chi twitched the corner of his mouth: "The company."

"Ah!" Chaochao's eyes widened. In her mind, a company equals going to work, going to work equals hard work, and hard work equals—

"Brother, are you hungry? Do you want to eat?"

The little dumpling opened its eyes wide with anticipation. In Jiang Chi's eyes, there were two tiny flames burning in the little winter melon's eyes.

He didn't understand what was so exciting about eating.

At this hour, it's considered late-night snack, right? If he eats it, Brother Hong will definitely nag him endlessly when he finds out.

"I won't eat."

"hold head high……"

The little flame in the winter melon's eyes was instantly extinguished.

Jiang Chi saw this and his heart stirred slightly.

Chaochao, dejected, leaned on the man's shoulder, only to discover a suspicious milk stain on his shirt.

Chaochao: "..."

She leaned closer and sniffed with her upturned nose.

It's peach flavored.

The little winter melon in my arms suddenly fell silent.

Jiang Chi thought that he had only replied with six words from beginning to end. Children are only enthusiastic for a short time. Once they hit a wall and got discouraged, they would never think of him again.

He said, "Shall we get down?"

"good."

Little Winter Melon responded politely, and after landing, she put on her slippers and ran to Huo Qin's side.

Huo Qin looked down at the little dumpling's well-behaved appearance and raised his eyebrows slightly. In the past, he would have shamelessly stayed a little longer, but now he seemed a little guilty.

Old Master Huo summoned Jiang Chi to his study.

The little dumpling was still standing there, motionless, its little face contorted in a dilemma.

Huo Qin pinched her soft cheek and chuckled, "What's wrong? Can't you walk past your new brother?"

System: He's here, he's here, he's coming with the smell of vinegar.

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