Upon hearing this, Mu Jinnian immediately squatted down and pulled the little dumpling in front of him.

His expression was both serious and playful: "Oh my god, little sister, why does it hurt all over? You're really sick! No, no, I'll go find a doctor right now. I'll ask the doctor to prescribe more medicine for you, and then prick your little head, arms, tummy, and legs with a needle. I'll make sure you're cured!"

Mu Jinnian deliberately exaggerated.

The little dumpling was stunned by his words, as if he could already see himself drinking bowls of wine and being pricked with needles all over his body.

The little dumpling screamed in fright, quickly hugged herself, and shook her head, saying, "No, no, I'm all better now, it doesn't hurt anymore. Brother, don't go to the doctor. I don't want to drink medicine or get a needle."

"Oh?" Mu Jinnian looked skeptical. "All better? Really all better?"

The little dumpling nodded like a chick pecking at rice, "Okay, okay, everything's all done, really all done."

To convince her brother, the little dumpling waved her little fists a few times, looking like she was saying, "Look, brother, I'm super strong!"

Mu Jinnian couldn't help but laugh as he looked at the little dumpling's earnest yet adorable expression.

Seeing this, Old Madam Mu also laughed, patting Mu Jinnian with her hand as she laughed: "The younger one is ignorant, and the older one is naughty too. Is this how you tease your little sister! Look how scared my little dumpling is."

Mu Jinnian gently patted the little dumpling's head and said softly, "Okay, okay, your brother was just teasing you. You seem so energetic, so you must really be alright."

The little dumpling breathed a sigh of relief, a sweet smile spreading across her face as she reached out to take Mu Jinnian's hand.

She was about to whine and ask him to take her out to play, but Mu Jinnian brought over that stack of books instead.

"Now that my sister is all better, let's start catching up on her studies."

The little dumpling was dumbfounded, and the corners of her upturned mouth immediately drooped down. "No, no, brother, dumpling doesn't want to read books."

Mu Jinnian shook his head, his expression firm: "How can that be! Playing is fine, but you can't neglect your studies."

Fearing that her grandmother would spoil her younger sister, Mu Jinnian turned to her grandmother and said, "Grandmother, what I said makes sense, doesn't it? You don't want your sister to neglect her studies because of playing, do you? You don't want her to grow up to be an illiterate and unreasonable person, do you?"

Mu Jinnian's words cleverly positioned him on the side of reason.

In this way, even though Old Madam Mu felt sorry for her granddaughter, she had no choice but to stand with Mu Jinnian for the sake of her future.

Grandma Mu hugged the little dumpling and said with a pained expression, "My little dumpling, why don't you read a book with your brother first? When you get tired, Grandma will make you an eight-treasure sweet soup, okay?"

The little dumpling shook her head. She was currently in a playful mood, and whenever she looked at a book, she couldn't help but think of Zhou Xuejiu's fierce appearance.

She was so frightened that tears immediately welled up in her eyes.

Seeing her sad look, Mu Jinnian's heart softened, and he compromised, saying, "How about we read for a while today, and after we finish reading, your brother will take you out to play, okay?"

After saying that, Mu Jinnian reached out to take the little dumpling to the study.

But the little dumpling slipped and ran away from his grasp.

"Ah! Help! Help!"

The little dumpling ran and shouted, and in his haste, he didn't know where in the mansion he had run off to.

A strange woman was walking towards them, and the little boy, quick-witted, shouted:

"Sister, help me! Someone's trying to kidnap a child!"