Qiu Ruochu is almost eight years old.
He has grown from a tiny baby to the child he is today, and he has seen his father very few times in the process.
He was raised by his grandmother.
Because she was the only child of her generation, Qiu's mother doted on Xiao Ruochu.
Even his own son had to step aside.
Xiao Ruochu looks like her father, and even at such a young age, one can already tell that she will be handsome in the future.
The two look alike, and outsiders can easily tell that they are father and son.
Unlike his father, Xiao Ruochu has a very strong personality and cries easily.
It was better when they couldn't speak; they just babbled.
When they were two or three years old, they had to get whatever they wanted.
Otherwise she will cry incessantly.
His tears seemed to never run dry; he was a total crybaby.
Seeing him cry, Qiu's mother felt her heart break.
After all, he was her grandson whom she had raised since he was a child. With her son not around, Mrs. Qiu devoted all her attention to her grandson.
Qiu Ruochu's eccentric personality is largely due to her mother's spoiling.
The remaining small portion came from Qiu Jiayou and his father.
Qiu Jiayou once tried to control Xiao Ruochu's tendency to cry.
But when he saw his tear-stained face, he couldn't bring himself to say anything harsh.
Because the thing his son is least like him is his tendency to cry.
He sometimes wondered if this came from his mother.
Did she cry when he left?
Whenever he thought about this, he couldn't bring himself to discipline Xiao Ruochu strictly.
Fortunately, Xiao Ruochu's temper has become a little more restrained since he became sensible.
Because he fell in love with martial arts, which required a lot of hard work.
However, he is also a talented young man, naturally strong and very intelligent.
His eagerness to learn while practicing martial arts made him very popular with his teachers.
At least for now, apart from being a crybaby and a little eccentric, Xiao Ruochu is still considered a cute child in everyone's eyes.
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Xiao Ruochu sees her grandparents most often.
As for his father, he could only see him once every few months.
In addition, Qiu Jiayou always had a cold face, so Xiao Ruochu was somewhat reluctant to see him.
After all, all the elders in the family were all smiling at him, except for his father, who always had a cold face!
Qiu Ruochu sighed dejectedly, after all, her father was coming back tomorrow.
He felt a mixture of anticipation and fear.
Qiu Jiayou has always played the role of a strict father.
After all, he rarely comes back.
His parents then took on the role of "loving mother".
Qiu Jiayou's return means that he will be disciplined by his father again for some time to come.
He was somewhat unhappy.
He's very happy now; it would have been better if his father hadn't come back.
Qiu Ruochu, who was looking down and feeling sullen, suddenly heard a voice.
The voice was kept very low.
However, Xiao Ruochu has had excellent hearing since childhood, and she heard it very clearly at this moment.
The two voices sounded familiar; they were maids from the grandmother's side.
"Did you know that the young master will be returning tomorrow?"
"I know, so what?"
"I'll serve you tea tomorrow."
"I want to try it."
"Isn't the young master supposed to be averse to women and unwilling to marry?"
"Are you stupid? The young master is still young, and the young master definitely needs someone to take care of the child."
"Besides, I'm not bad looking either."
The person who said these words was named Meng'er. Xiao Ruochu tried to recall her face carefully.
Children have different aesthetic standards; he didn't think the maid was particularly pretty.
He pursed his lips and prepared to turn and leave.
His father's affairs are not his responsibility.
We can't let a little kid worry about this.
"But the young master seems to love the young master's mother very much."
"You don't really think that person is still alive, do you?" Meng'er couldn't help but laugh upon hearing this. "Maybe they're already dead."
"Those words are just for fooling children."
She was a maid who came to the manor later, and has been there for five years now.
At the very least, she has never seen the young master's mother here.
Those words could only fool the young master.
At least, everyone else in the villa knew the truth.
Qiu Ruochu paused, wondering why.
Mingming's grandmother and father both told him that his mother was just sick.
She just needs to recuperate.
A surge of anger rose within him, and he roared, "What nonsense are you spouting!"
The child's clear voice interrupted their conversation.
The two were stunned for a moment, then both knelt on the ground.
"Young Master, I know I was wrong," Meng'er pleaded. "Please, don't tell Madam about this."
The girl cried pitifully, her face covered in tears almost instantly.
But Qiu Ruochu could see it clearly; there was no remorse in her eyes.
I can only feel fortunate.
What? Is he, a mere child, the only one who's glad to have heard her words?
Qiu Ruochu smiled coldly, reached out and took out the whip wrapped around her waist, and lashed it out fiercely.
Meng'er screamed in agony, covering her blood-soaked face with her hands, writhing on the ground in pain.
The other maid next to her was also so frightened that she knelt on the ground, looking at Qiu Ruochu with terrified eyes.
Qiu Ruochu's whip was a gift from his grandfather.
It was entirely black, a kind of black tinged with scarlet, and covered with dense, tiny thorns.
His best weapon was the whip.
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