Butler Bai couldn't help but chuckle, his laughter barely audible; he rarely laughed like that.
Wan Qiu's attitude towards him elevated his career to a completely unexpected level.
If he is Wanqiu's family... then is Wanqiu also his child?
Butler Bai stopped his absurd thoughts and used his hand to slightly cover the corners of his mouth that were curled up: "I have a request that I hope you can accept."
Wanqiu nodded obediently.
“Please let me serve you… no, help you,” said Butler Bai.
Wanqiu's eyes were blank; no matter how hard he tried to recall, he couldn't remember asking for help.
Wan Qiu's gaze, looking up at him with trepidation, was filled with anxiety: "What am I supposed to do?"
"Relax and accept my help." This is what Butler Bai really wants to do now.
"You don't need to clean the room yourself, we'll do it, it's our job."
"You don't need to fold the dirty clothes; we'll take care of them."
"We can also make the bed."
"..."
Butler Bai said a lot, but Wanqiu's expression remained bewildered.
Like a timid snail slowly peeking out of its shell, cautiously looking around, wondering whether to make way or remain still.
Butler Bai had never felt so eager to speak before.
Butler Bai rambled on about these trivial, minute details, the kind of work that goes unnoticed but is done every day.
Butler Bai knew that Wan Qiu might not understand or remember, but she could accept his concern and try her best to respond.
Those lovely eyes were filled with struggle; she was trying very hard to understand and remember what he said, her not-so-bright brain working its magic, trying to reassure him...
This inexplicably gave the housekeeper, who had always been like a transparent person taking care of the entire villa, a desire to confide that was not in line with his duties as a housekeeper.
Butler Bai asked what Wan Qiu did when she was alone in her room each day.
Wanqiu would do things he had played with, things he had touched, things that, to Wanqiu, meant he had been permitted to do.
Butler Bai said, "You can take a nap."
Taking a nap is a great option during leisure time.
Wanqiu agreed.
When I was in school, I would spend most of my lunch break wandering around the trash cans near the school. There were always a lot of beverage bottles in there, and Wanqiu couldn't bear to let them go.
During holidays, Wanqiu spends almost the entire day outside. Although she feels sleepy at noon, she never actually takes a nap on her own initiative.
But since arriving here, Wanqiu has gained the privilege of taking an afternoon nap.
After lunch, Wan Qiu sat on the sofa, and drowsiness gradually crept over him.
At Butler Bai's request, Wan Qiu lay down on the sofa, letting the drowsiness lull him into a deep sleep.
Wanqiu had a very strange dream.
In his dream, he was still sleeping on the sofa, but the sofa turned into a soft cloud, which floated and floated until it reached the side of the sun.
The sun opened its eyes, shining brightly, and kept looking at him.
That intensely noticeable gaze made Wan Qiu unconsciously cover his face with his hands; the sunlight made his face feel very hot.
The sunlight finally made Wanqiu unable to resist opening his eyes, only to meet a pair of eyes just like the ones in his dream.
Is he still dreaming? Wan Qiu wondered in confusion. Had he opened his eyes in a dream?
The pair of eyes blinked in front of Wan Qiu, then suddenly burst into a surprised voice, instantly chasing away Wan Qiu's drowsiness.
"Third brother! Big brother's back!!!"
"Wow, she opened her eyes! She really opened her eyes!"
Wan Qiu suddenly sat up from the sofa, his face full of confusion.
There really was a pair of eyes in front of him; someone was really watching him. It wasn't a dream.
The man was very handsome, the most handsome man Wanqiu had ever seen, without exception.
He stood before Wan Qiu, looking up at Wan Qiu as she sat up, looking as perfect as if she had stepped out of a television drama.
For a moment, Wanqiu thought he had fallen asleep next to the television, and that the people on the screen were watching him.
The man knelt in front of the sofa, laughing heartily. His voice was melodious, like the first ray of sunlight streaming through the curtains in the morning—stunning and warm.
Yet this same man suddenly pounced on Wanqiu and roughly pinched her cheeks.
"My God, is it true? Is this really my brother? Have we done a paternity test?"
The man's voice was like a leaping musical note, every syllable deserving to be recorded on a pristine musical score.
Wanqiu was more interested in hearing the voice again than understanding its meaning.
A man sitting on the opposite sofa coldly said, "You must have had a paternity test done, with your parents."
"It's not like I'm doing it with my parents, but with my own parents. I want a paternity test done with my third child!" the man said with a smile.
"You mean you doubt that you're your father's child?" the person on the sofa replied, their tone icy.
"Of course not! Look at those eyes, they're obviously inherited from me. How could he not be my brother!" The man grinned and pressed his cheek against Wan Qiu's.
"That's inherited from your mother." The man leaned back on the sofa, already looking impatient.
Wan Qiu sat blankly on the sofa, feeling this strange and incredibly handsome man constantly kneading her cheeks. Her cheeks became hot from the kneading and a small flame seemed to ignite on them.
"Third brother, third brother, guess who I am?" The man asked happily, meeting Wan Qiu's gaze.
The man spoke very quickly, giving Wan Qiu almost no time to think or understand.
"It's your big brother! I'm your big brother!" Chu Zhang hugged Wan Qiu tightly. "Oh, our third brother has suffered so much to get back home. I feel so sorry for you."
Although Wan Qiu didn't know what these rambling words were all about, he understood what 'Big Brother' meant.
Wanqiu looked up at the person.
Although Chu Zhang is male, he looks more like Yang Xiaoyu.
He was always laughing, his laughter clear and melodious, like the crisp chirping of birds in the forest, drawing people to stop and listen.
Wan Qiu felt a strong sense of familiarity with his elder brother.
Even though it was their first meeting, Wan Qiu felt as if she could often hear this person's voice gently chanting something in her ear.
"I really didn't expect it to be our third son!" Chu Zhang grabbed Wan Qiu by the armpits and lifted him up into the air. "Wow, our third son is as light as a toy."
Zhao Xinghua, Chu Zhang's agent, felt a chill run down her spine as she watched Chu Zhang's actions.
Wan Qiu looks as fragile as a glass doll; Chu Zhang is really too reckless.
"You're making her uncomfortable by supporting her like this," Zhao Xinghua immediately stepped forward to dissuade her.
However, Chu Zhang simply lifted Wan Qiu from the sofa and placed her on the bed.
Wan Qiu lay on the bed in a daze, his whole body stiff. Chu Zhang directly lifted Wan Qiu's clothes.
Zhao Xinghua gasped sharply and immediately grabbed Chu Zhang from behind by the collar, pulling him back with almost strangling force: "What the hell are you doing? You..."
However, Chu Zhang grabbed his collar with one hand to avoid being choked, and looked down at Wan Qiu with his eyes down.
"Hey! You..." However, Zhao Xinghua, who was trying to stop him, glanced at Wan Qiu unconsciously.
I was suddenly stunned.
In the summer, Wanqiu's clothes were very thin, and now the loose clothes were lifted up, revealing her thin body.
Although she has been eating well and gaining weight during this period, and her skin condition has improved a lot, it cannot cover up the underlying health problems Wanqiu has.
Her body was so thin that she was practically skin and bones. When she lay down, her ribs were clearly visible due to her tension, and her waist was so thin that it seemed like you could wrap your hands around it.
Moreover, the numerous marks on Wan Qiu's body, which had been covered with ointment but had shown no effect in a short period of time, were exposed to the two people's view without any concealment.
"Although I've seen the pictures on my phone, seeing them in person now is really..." Chu Zhang pressed his fingers against the spot where Wan Qiu's skin had completely healed but still bore a scar, "It really makes me feel complicated."
"This...this is going to jail, right? How could anyone bear to do this to a child?" Zhao Xinghua was extremely shocked. This was a child from the Chu family.
“My parents have already submitted the evidence to the police. It’s said that his adoptive parents did much more than just these things.” Chu Zhang turned Wan Qiu over and over, examining him thoroughly as he spoke. “They won’t let this go so easily.”
Seeing these shocking marks, Zhao Xinghua felt a surge of sympathy.
“Although there are many scars, they are not completely indelible. The third child is obviously malnourished and still needs to grow. With the help of medication, they should fade to the point of being invisible in the future.” Chu Zhang examined him carefully.
“Indeed, this child is still so young, and he has a long future ahead of him… wait, I remember you said he was fourteen years old, right?” Zhao Xinghua suddenly grasped a key point.
"He's fourteen." Under Zhao Xinghua's shocked gaze, Chu Zhang's hand touched Wan Qiu's ugliest stitches. "No matter how much this heals, it probably won't completely disappear. If the third brother wants, how about getting a tattoo later?"
Wan Qiu was treated like a toy doll by Chu Zhang, turning him over and over without daring to utter a single word.
Wanqiu sat on the bed, and no matter how much he tried to guess, he didn't know how he should react.
Chu Zhang's reaction reminded him of the first time he met his mother, when she also wanted to pull at his clothes.
Butler Bai entered carrying a tray and paused for a moment upon seeing Chu Zhang and Wan Qiu's appearance.
"Young Master, what's going on?" Butler Bai was already exasperated when Chu Zhang ignored the bedroom door and came in. Now what was going on with him pinning him to the bed?
"I was just checking if the injuries had healed." Chu Zhang still remembered how he secretly took the phone and looked through and zoomed in on the shocking pictures sent in the family group chat. "But now it seems the bruises are gone and there are no wounds. I'm relieved."
Chu Zhang straightened Wan Qiu's clothes again.
"Ever since the Third Young Master returned, we've been patiently applying the medicine. Madam even requested that the Third Young Master's scars be removed, and we apply the medicine to him every night." Butler Bai placed two cups of iced tea on the coffee table in Wan Qiu's room, and another cup of juice for Wan Qiu.
“But…why has this child stopped crying and making a fuss since just now?” Zhao Xinghua couldn’t help but look at Wan Qiu’s expression.
Wan Qiu has been sitting quietly on the bed, not uttering a sound despite being tormented by Chu Zhang.
Zhao Xinghua's words went unanswered, and an eerie silence fell over the room.
Zhao Xinghua couldn't help but feel uneasy. Had he said something wrong?
Wan Qiu sat quietly by the bed; were it not for his rising and falling breaths and slightly moving eyes, he would have looked like a lifeless object.
Zhao Xinghua admitted that the Chu family had excellent genes, and everyone's eyes were unique and beautiful. However, only Wan Qiu's eyes made Zhao Xinghua think of two words—dull and lifeless.
It's a feeling that can be clearly distinguished at just one glance.
“Because…” Chu Zhang glanced back at Zhao Xinghua, “Wan Qiu is a child kissed by angels, isn’t he?”
A seemingly random remark left Zhao Xinghua, as always, unable to keep up with Chu Zhang's leaps of thought.
"Third brother, Wanqiu, do you know who I am now?" Chu Zhang abandoned his conversation with Zhao Xinghua and smiled earnestly at Wanqiu.
Wan Qiu opened his mouth and murmured, "Big Brother."
"That's right, it's Big Brother!" Chu Zhang's voice rose. In Wan Qiu's eyes, Chu Zhang's joy was like an unnamed flower that kept blooming, one by one, falling to the ground, covering the ground with joy.
Chu Zhang looked closely into Wan Qiu's eyes, and then suddenly lifted Wan Qiu's chin and gave her a loud kiss on the forehead.
Zhao Xinghua was stunned.
Wan Qiu was in Chu Zhang's arms, but his eyes were on Zhao Xinghua, a stranger who had been watching him. Who was he?
“This is the eldest brother’s friend, and the third brother can also call him Brother Zhao.” Chu Zhang immediately introduced Zhao Xinghua to Wan Qiu.
Zhao Xinghua twitched her lips. "Brother Zhao..." This way of addressing him with repeated characters sounds really strange.
However, Zhao Xinghua noticed Wan Qiu's gaze fixed on him, a subtle, questioning look, as if he were observing him.
A faint shimmer of curiosity and... anticipation?
Why watch him? Shouldn't we be more curious about our famous brother?
Could it be that Wan Qiu didn't recognize Chu Zhang at all? That's impossible.
Zhao Xinghua looked away, feeling inexplicably guilty under Wan Qiu's gaze.
"Do you like home?" Chu Zhang picked Wan Qiu up like a child, sat her on the sofa, and placed her on his lap.
"Mm." Wan Qiu nodded.
Do you like your dad?
Wan Qiu nodded.
"Mom, second brother, where's my younger brother?"
Wan Qiu kept nodding.
Chu Zhang laughed and said, "So you like Big Brother too?"
Wan Qiu nodded again.
Chu Zhang was very satisfied.
Zhao Xinghua, who was watching from the side, did not believe this to be true. The two brothers had only met for the first time and had no opportunity to develop a relationship.
"Big brother also likes our third brother very much." Chu Zhang rested his chin on Wan Qiu's shoulder. "That's great, the third brother likes me."
Wanqiu could no longer see Chu Zhang's face.
But Wan Qiu vaguely saw something soft, like mist, dissipating from Chu Zhang's side and disappearing.
"I brought a lot of gifts for the third brother!" Chu Zhang suddenly looked up.
Chu Zhang's gift...
Zhao Xinghua's lips twitched at the thought of those gifts.
"Look, this is the eldest brother's merchandise. You can hang it on your phone from now on... This is a water bottle. We, the third brother, can take this water bottle with us when we go out..."
Chu Zhang happily introduced Wan Qiu to a whole bunch of... Chu Zhang merchandise.
Zhao Xinghua covered her face, unable to bear to look.
"Come on, let's take another selfie of our third brother and set it as our phone wallpaper." Chu Zhang, without any shyness, took Wan Qiu's phone and unlocked it without a password. Chu Zhang hugged Wan Qiu and took a close-up photo of the two of them face to face.
Zhao Xinghua's expression was not good: "Chu Zhang, by letting others know so openly that this child is your family, won't that cause trouble for the child?"
Chu Zhang's current status means he's the center of attention wherever he goes. This blatant behavior will disrupt his family's normal life.
"It's a bit much, but it's better this way." Chu Zhang said while setting a photo of the two of them as the wallpaper on Wan Qiu's phone, "Everyone who knows me can bring Lao San to me, so it's hard to lose him even if I wanted to, right?"
Zhao Xinghua was suddenly taken aback.
Butler Bai, who had been standing to the side, also looked at Chu Zhang's profile.
Butler Bai reminded him, "Madam has installed a tracking device on the Third Young Master, so you can rest assured, Eldest Young Master."
“I know,” Chu Zhang said casually. “That’s Mom’s insurance, and this is mine.”
Wan Qiu was looking down, holding a keychain that Chu Zhang had given him. Wan Qiu didn't know what it was, but the keychain was colorful and had a lot of different colors.
"Does Wanqiu like this?" Chu Zhang's eyes lit up. "This is a photo of myself that I specially selected. It's very popular. If you like it in the future, we can customize a larger version."
"The Third Young Master prefers brightly colored things," said Butler Bai.
"Really? How about Wanqiu and I wear matching bright red outfits for photos together from now on?" Chu Zhang suggested with a grin, sticking close to Wanqiu.
Zhao Xinghua couldn't bear to look at this narcissistic maniac.
Wan Qiu sat quietly in Chu Zhang's lap without saying a word, and Chu Zhang seemed not to need him to say anything either.
Chu Zhang was very happy. His intense happiness was like the lilacs blooming all over the courtyard, their fragrance filling the air and their blossoms proving his joy.
“I’m back, I’m back, I’m really back.” Chu Zhang hugged Wan Qiu and whispered in her ear, “Then I won’t be able to tell my fans that I’m singing for my poor little brother who has been living away from home all this time. What a pity.”
Zhao Xinghua, who was drinking tea, almost spat out her water. She quickly swallowed it and said with a look of anxiety, "How could you say that in front of the child!"
Isn't this basically telling the child, "I can't use you as an excuse anymore"? If they're sensitive, this could easily cause resentment!
However, Chu Zhang smiled happily: "But from now on, I can sing the 'Happy Family Song' to celebrate my lovely little brother coming home!"
Zhao Xinghua's lips twitched as he pressed his throbbing temples to calm himself.
Chu Zhang smiled broadly and nuzzled Wan Qiu's hand: "I want to change my image, I want to be a father figure to my older brother!"
Zhao Xinghua lost the will to speak.
but……
Chu Zhang was truly happy, as if joy emanated from his very bones and radiated throughout his body; his eyes were filled with a bright light.
Chu Zhang's songs have indeed always followed a melancholic theme; he rarely chooses songs with a cheerful atmosphere when selecting tracks.
However, this is not the company's positioning, but rather because of Chu Zhang himself.
He laughs loudly and makes a scene, as always causing headaches, and he can't even have a peaceful time at home.
But every time in the recording studio, only Chu Zhang was sitting there.
The emptiness enveloped the space from the inside out, creating a space that belonged to no one, like a smiling mask falling to the ground, revealing the empty face behind it.
Zhao Xinghua hadn't expected that his younger brother's return would cause such a big change in Chu Zhang.
Deep down, most people thought that "singing for the lost brother" was just a gimmick.
After all, Chu Zhang and Wan Qiu were far apart in age, and Wan Qiu was young when he went missing, so he never thought that the so-called deep brotherhood was real.
Zhao Xinghua secretly concealed her shame at her speculation about Chu Zhang.
Wan Qiu kept looking at Chu Zhang, feeling that strange, very familiar feeling that he couldn't shake off.
But Wanqiu couldn't remember why it felt so familiar; fragments of memory were picked up and put down by Wanqiu.
Until I found a deep voice singing a beautiful melody in my memory.
It was a song I heard with Yang Ze at the night market.
The older brother's voice really sounds like that familiar singing voice I heard before.
Wanqiu finally found the familiar source and was able to put his mind at ease.
"Where's the youngest?" Chu Zhang asked Butler Bai.
"The young master is currently studying in his study," said Butler Bai.
Chu Zhang thought for a moment and asked, "Third brother, are you and the youngest brother close?"
Butler Bai, who was standing nearby, reminded him, "It would be better if you just called the Third Young Master by his name. He is not familiar with any other way of addressing him besides his given name."
Chu Zhang raised an eyebrow: "Chu Wanqiu?"
"Wanqiu," said Butler Bai.
Chu Zhang noticed that Wan Qiu seemed to react to his name, her clear eyes, like those of a finely painted colorful picture, reflecting their figures.
"Are Wanqiu and Yigui on good terms?" Chu Zhang asked Wanqiu.
“…Hmm.” Wan Qiu replied, his eyes inexplicably glancing at Zhao Xinghua.
Chu Zhang's expression was somewhat subtle, but it vanished in an instant.
"I see," Chu Zhang said, then asked Wan Qiu, "Are Wan Qiu and Second Brother also on good terms?"
Yang did not define whether his relationship with Wan Qiu was close or not, so Wan Qiu could not give a good, accurate answer.
Seeing Wan Qiu deep in thought, Chu Zhang raised his eyebrows.
“Last night, the second young master took the third young master out to the night market, and they were both very happy when they came back,” said Butler Bai, who was watching from the side.
"Yang Er?" Chu Zhang was clearly surprised, his eyes widening. "Really? Did Yang Er ask to take Wan Qiu out?"
"Yes."
"Did Mom agree?" Chu Zhang asked instinctively.
Butler Bai's expression was somewhat subtle. Since Yang Xiaoyu wasn't home, he naturally wouldn't agree.
But Butler Bai said, "The master agrees."
Chu Zhang felt a subtle sense of loss, but the fact that Yang Ze had taken the initiative to bring Wan Qiu out, and that the two of them were alone together, stirred up some emotions in Chu Zhang.
Looking at the bewildered Wan Qiu in front of him, who was trying to observe him, Chu Zhang sighed deeply and pressed his forehead against Wan Qiu's.
"Thank you, Wanqiu."
What is he thanking for?
Wanqiu didn't know.
However, after talking with Butler Bai, Chu Zhang's mood gradually shifted from the vibrant world full of flowers to one filled with the lush greenery of life.
Wanqiu didn't know what this meant, but guessed it was probably another way of expressing 'happiness'.
Chu Zhang won't be able to come back for long, as he is currently filming and is one of the lead actors. He only managed to get a one-day leave to go home after arguing with the crew.
Zhao Xinghua followed to ensure that Chu Zhang would not reveal the filming content on his way home, and also to restrict Chu Zhang's access to his phone.
Heaven knows what Chu Zhang, with his tendency to stir up trouble, might do all day long.
However, to Zhao Xinghua's surprise, although Chu Zhang was as unreliable as ever, he behaved quite differently today.
Over time, Zhao Xinghua gradually came to understand why Chu Zhang's younger brother, Wan Qiu, gave off such a strange feeling.
His IQ seems to be a bit off.
However, he was just Chu Zhang's agent and couldn't speculate too much about Chu Zhang's family, especially since it was the family of a big boss.
"Let me tell you, big brother is currently playing a super handsome character..." Chu Zhang said to Wan Qiu with great joy.
"Cough cough cough..."
Chu Zhang glanced at Zhao Xinghua and continued, "They're all in uniforms..."
"Cough cough cough cough cough..." Zhao Xinghua felt like he was coughing his lungs out.
Chu Zhang's face fell: "What's wrong with my third son not understanding anything?!"
Zhao Xinghua covered her face, truly unable to refute Chu Zhang's words.
"This is such a pain in the ass." Chu Zhang made no attempt to hide his dissatisfaction with the agent constantly following him around.
Zhao Xinghua's face darkened.
Wan Qiu watched quietly as the two people spoke in front of him. They spoke quickly, but Wan Qiu could feel the atmosphere flowing between them. Wan Qiu knew what it was all about.
It's a friendly atmosphere.
Even if neither party seems to be smiling at the other, the emotions of 'happy' and 'unhappy' are very joyful.
Is this how friends should behave?
Wan Qiu thought to himself.
"I can't go out today, and I can't tell my third son about my glorious deeds..." Chu Zhang pouted.
"Don't you have plenty of glorious deeds to your name? Why do you have to bring this up?" Zhao Xinghua sneered.
"This is the first glorious achievement of my acting career!"
“Young Master,” said Butler Bai, who had been watching from the side, “Actually, rather than talking, I would suggest that you take the Third Young Master to do some activities.”
When Chu Zhang heard Butler Bai speak up, he raised an eyebrow and looked at the person who had been serving everyone diligently and as if he were invisible.
Chu Zhang suppressed the probing look in his eyes and asked, "Why?"
"The Third Young Master has poor conversational skills; he struggles to understand any form of communication," Butler Bai explained.
"Is that so?" Chu Zhang thought about Wan Qiu's condition and, judging from his behavior, it seemed so.
Chu Zhang looked at Wan Qiu's profile. The thin boy was quiet, and although he was in Chu Zhang's arms, he looked like a doll.
Chu Zhang saw Wan Qiu looking into his eyes.
Chu Zhang grew up under the watchful eyes of countless people. He showed extraordinary abilities at a young age, joined Yang Xiaoyu's company, and rose to fame as quickly as Yang Xiaoyu had back then. He also plans to inherit Yang Xiaoyu's business in the future.
Among countless gazes, Chu Zhang had seen far too many different gazes, each imbued with emotion and thought.
Only when Wan Qiu gazed at Chu Zhang did it seem as if he had constructed a pure, clean, and transparent world for Chu Zhang, a world solely for displaying his own unique colors.
Such a gaze could perhaps be described as 'Chu Zhang's World'.
That's why Chu Zhang used the word 'angel'.
When ordinary humans encounter true angels, they will surely reveal their hidden human nature, right?
The little angel was quietly curled up, its back bent, its head bowed, and all eyes seemed to be peeking out from the angel's wings, its vision restricted to a small space.
Chu Zhang's hand stroked Wan Qiu's bent back, his eyes seeing Wan Qiu's instinctive shrinking.
"Third brother, wanna dance?"
Zhao Xinghua and Butler Bai both looked at Chu Zhang, seemingly unable to understand why Chu Zhang's train of thought would jump to such a strange place.
"Look at your little arms and legs, how can a boy not have any strength? Running is too boring, how about I teach you to dance?" Chu Zhang said, getting up and taking Wan Qiu's hand. Wan Qiu could only follow.
Zhao Xinghua covered his forehead and sighed deeply.
Well, at least teaching him to dance will shut Chu Zhang up from his lisp.
Inside the villa is Chu Zhang's dance studio, a huge and clean space with mirrors on three sides, making the entire space extremely bright.
Wan Qiu stood in the dance studio, gazing at the vast space with a hint of curiosity.
When Chu Zhang took Wan Qiu's hands and pulled him to look in the mirror, Wan Qiu's wide-eyed, bewildered expression was quite adorable to Chu Zhang.
"If you won't speak, then how about the third brother just follows my actions?" Chu Zhang revealed a cryptic smile.
Wan Qiu looked at it and nodded.
He just didn't know why, but he always felt that there was something malicious about Chu Zhang's 'happiness'.
Zhao Xinghua sat in the dance studio, with Butler Bai standing beside him.
Zhao Xinghua looked at Wan Qiu, curious about this unfamiliar younger brother of Chu Zhang.
He was familiar with everyone in the Chu family. Yang Xiaoyu was their boss, Yang Ze chose to go to Chu Jianshu's company, and he had long coveted Chu Yigui.
Chu Yigui is excellent in appearance, ability, and character, but no matter how he invites her, she remains unmoved.
Looking at Wan Qiu now, Zhao Xinghua simply couldn't connect the idea that Chu Yigui was Wan Qiu's substitute.
"Is there something wrong with this child's intelligence?" Zhao Xinghua asked the housekeeper.
“Yes,” Butler Bai replied.
"He has intellectual disabilities, but his physical coordination is excellent. Generally speaking, shouldn't someone like that have poor control over their body?" Zhao Xinghua said.
Zhao Xinghua looked at Wan Qiu and found that although Wan Qiu's posture was not perfect, he could perform the actions he was asked to do, and quite smoothly.
"After the examination, it was determined that the Third Young Master's problem was not physical, but psychological. Madam has already helped the Third Young Master find a psychologist. Once the Third Young Master has become more familiar with the current family atmosphere, we will begin to arrange his treatment."
Zhao Xinghua was somewhat surprised. Psychological problems? Is it a lingering effect from the previous family?
Thinking of Wan Qiu's body covered in scars, Zhao Xinghua couldn't imagine how such an innocent child could have been driven to this state step by step.
"Wouldn't it be very hard to take care of such children?" Zhao Xinghua had also come into contact with similar children while doing charity work, and the impression he had at the time was... only one feeling of difficulty. There were many children who were impossible to communicate with, stubborn, and even naughty.
"No, the Third Young Master is very well-behaved," Butler Bai said.
"Is that so?" Zhao Xinghua was still somewhat surprised. After all, he was different from normal people. How could he communicate with normal people?
“The Third Young Master is very good,” Butler Bai suddenly said. “I think anyone who has met the Third Young Master will agree that he is very good.”
"I see," Zhao Xinghua replied, feeling a mixture of sympathy and curiosity towards Wan Qiu.
Yang Ze and Chu Jianshu went home together.
Butler Bai stood at the door with a smile.
"Is Chu Zhang still at home?" Chu Jianshu asked.
"Yes, the young master hasn't left yet."
"Are you with your eldest brother and third brother now?" Yang Ze's first question was to Wan Qiu.
However, Butler Bai revealed a very subtle smile, and Chu Jianshu also noticed this slight abnormality in Butler Bai.
Butler Bai opened the door for them, and as Chu Jianshu and Yang entered, they suddenly heard music playing.
Wan Qiu stood at the doorway, arms outstretched.
Chu Jianshu and Yang Ze stood at the door, wondering what Wan Qiu was going to do.
Seeing Wanqiu start to move, with strange postures, sliding her hands and feet in circles, accompanied by music, this... must be dancing.
How could Wan Qiu possibly master dance with just one hour of training?
Wanqiu stumbled three times during the one-minute dance, failing to hit the notes and completely lacking control over her limbs. Her hopping and jumping, combined with her bewildered expression, created a very incongruous effect.
The music stopped, and Wanqiu raised his hands high to embrace the sun.
Chu Zhang, who was standing to the side, was already laughing so hard he was lying on the floor, still holding his phone up to record the scene, his face red and neck bulging from laughing.
"Help... He's so cute... Oh my god... A little brother is meaningless if he's not meant to be played with..."
Chu Zhang told Wan Qiu that this was a dance to welcome family members home, and that the people returning home would be very happy to see it.
Wanqiu did as instructed.
Zhao Xinghua hid in the corner, not daring to make a sound.
Chu Zhang knew very well that Chu Jianshu was likely to be angry.
He played a prank on Wanqiu as soon as he got back, and he'll probably get a scolding from him.
He did it on purpose.
Chu Jianshu and Yang Ze also had complicated expressions.
Finally, Chu Jianshu took off his shoes and walked to Wan Qiu's side.
Chu Zhang himself was unaware that he had unconsciously held his breath.
"You jumped well." Chu Jianshu ruffled Wan Qiu's hair, feeling the sweat from Wan Qiu's exhaustion between his fingers. "Are you tired? Go and rest. Wipe your sweat. Dinner will be ready soon."
Chu Zhang sat on the ground, looking up at Chu Jianshu, his smile frozen.
"Chu Zhang." Chu Jianshu suddenly called out Chu Zhang's name.
Chu Zhang suddenly froze, his intuition telling him that a scolding was about to begin.
"You must be tired from playing with Wanqiu for so long," Chu Jianshu said as he packed up. "When are you going back?"
Chu Zhang stood up from the ground, looked at Chu Jianshu who was truly lifeless, and mumbled, "I have to leave tonight. The first flight is tomorrow morning."
"Then let's rest for a bit. I'll go change my clothes. If you need anything, wait for me to come down and we'll talk." Chu Jianshu turned and went upstairs.
Chu Zhang stared at Chu Jianshu's back for several seconds, stunned.
He suddenly looked at Yang Ze: "Has Dad been possessed?"
Why didn't they scold him?
Yang Ze didn't specifically comment on Chu Jianshu, but instead asked, "Brother, were you recording just now?"
"Huh? Hmm," Chu Zhang replied.
Could you send me a copy?
Chu Zhang nodded blankly.
Yang Ze didn't say much, but from Yang Ze's expression, Chu Zhang vaguely sensed something.
Yang was giving Wanqiu something.
It seemed to be a gift brought back specially, a small cake.
Wanqiu carried the cake to the kitchen.
Zhao Xinghua looked at Chu Zhang sitting on the living room sofa and found Chu Zhang's silence strange: "What's wrong with you?"
"Dad isn't angry at all?" Chu Zhang murmured.
Zhao Xinghua's lips twitched: "Did you intend to make him angry from the start?"
"But he also said he had worked hard..." Chu Zhang felt like he was dreaming.
Zhao Xinghua also thought that Chu Jianshu, Chu Zhang's father, was usually more approachable when scolding Chu Zhang, so this gentle and unconcerned attitude was indeed quite strange.
Chu Zhang heard footsteps approaching them. He looked up and saw Wan Qiu carrying some small plates toward them.
Wan Qiu placed a small plate in front of Chu Zhang and Zhao Xinghua, with small cakes cut evenly by the chef on each plate.
"Thank you, Wanqiu," Chu Zhang said.
"Did the chef cut it?" Yang Ze changed into his pajamas and stood next to Wan Qiu. He smiled and praised Wan Qiu, then said to Chu Zhang, "Before, Wan Qiu would just use a spoon to divide the food into small portions. Now we've taught him to use small plates to separate the food."
Chu Zhang nodded, looking at his...
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