Jiang Chi could almost see the words "guilty conscience" written all over Xiao Donggua's forehead.
Little Winter Melon immediately turned to run away, but even as he fled, he couldn't help but look back at Jiang Chi's reaction one last time. With a "thud," he bumped into the door frame and bounced off, landing hard on his bottom.
After taking three seconds to restart her head while clutching her head, Chaochao bravely got up. After spinning around in a daze, she finally realized that she was in Jiang Chi's room. Her movements froze, and then she hurriedly ran to the door and thoughtfully closed it behind her.
Jiang Chi: "..."
Why are they running around in such a chaotic mess?
The next second, the door opened a crack, and Little Winter Melon blinked, thinking he had perfectly concealed himself as he peeked.
Then he met Jiang Chi's dark eyes again.
The door slammed shut in an instant!
In an instant, Jiang Chi withdrew his gaze, his fingers plucked the strings, and smooth, melodious notes poured out from his fingertips.
The person playing the instrument was indifferent, their eyes glancing casually at the outside of the glass as they looked up.
There was a short, round shadow there.
Chaochao, who had sneaked in openly and honestly, sat obediently on the floor, her short legs crossed, staring intently at her brother playing music inside the window. She listened to the faint notes leaking from the recording studio, her eyes sparkling like stars falling into her eyes.
Seeing the man looking over, she chuckled and then excitedly held up a piece of paper.
Jiang Chi stared intently.
It reads: "Brother, this is really good!"
Jiang Chi suddenly thought of a popular decorative item recently: a chubby little orange cat raising its two front paws and holding a pen.
Now, Little Winter Melon is just like that adorable little orange cat.
Chaochao would remember something, put down the paper, pick up the pen, and doodle, then pick it up again a moment later:
[Brother, you look really good!]
As if to emphasize how beautiful it really was, Chaochao stuck the paper directly onto the glass, along with her chubby, round face, which was both cute and grotesque.
Brother, look at me! Don't ignore me!
Jiang Chi's fingers faltered for a moment as he plucked the strings, whether from fright or something else unsettling.
He pressed down on the vibrating strings, put the guitar aside, and chuckled as he looked up and touched his forehead.
Jiang Chi, you've really been coaxed into submission.
...
The aftereffects of the heater were so severe that when Jiang Chi woke up the next day, he turned his head sharply and breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't see the thing.
As soon as Chaochao got up, the old man dragged her to a tea party for a stroll, and she fell asleep as soon as she got back in the afternoon.
An old Beibei might not have as much energy as a young Beibei, but dealing with a group of seventeen or eighteen old Beibei could definitely overwhelm a young Beibei.
After finishing his lunch, Mr. Huo went to play golf with his old friends.
Huo Qin was originally supposed to work at the Huo residence today, but a multinational conference was arranged at the last minute. He will have a meeting with a chip giant from R country this afternoon.
Although Aunt Song was enough to look after things at home, Huo Qin tapped his fingertips when he thought of the little dumpling sneaking out to pick up trash last time.
Looking at the still-sleeping little dumpling, and thinking of someone, Huo Qin's calm black eyes fell into deep thought.
It's unreliable, but it's still possible.
Jiang Chi, upon opening the music room door and discovering that two adults were missing from the house, was speechless.
WeChat message on mobile phone.
Huo Qin: [I have a meeting this afternoon, Chaochao, please keep an eye on things.]
Jiang Chi: "..."
He was getting ready to leave for a magazine shoot.
After a long pause, Jiang Chi sent a single word.
"good."
When Jiang Chi first entered Xiao Donggua's room, he was amazed by its luxuriousness.
After a long silence, he remained silent as he stood before Chaochao's bed.
He was thinking.
How do you wake a sleeping child?
On the bed, Little Winter Melon lay on his back, his little hands carefully folded over his belly, his breathing long and even, his thick, curled eyelashes fluttering gently from time to time, like butterfly wings.
Hmm, she's quite cute.
I don't want to sit on it and die...
Jiang Chi walked out of the room, gently closed the door, and then called Brother Hong.
"Hey Jiang Chi, what's up? Are you heading to the studio?" Brother Hong asked as soon as he answered the phone.
"Not yet, wait a moment," Jiang Chi said softly. He glanced at the closed door and suddenly asked, "Have you ever taken care of a child before?"
"A child?" Hong was a little confused by the question and didn't react for a while before replying, "My cousin had a daughter. Does it count if I've held her a few times?"
If we're really talking about serious "mentoring" experience, is a 22-year-old child suitable?
However, he dared not say these words to his ancestor.
Jiang Chi frowned, then relaxed after a while as if he had figured it out. "Just feed them when they're hungry, let them sleep when they're sleepy, and send them away when they cry."
Brother Hong: "...What do you mean sending someone away is abandonment and illegal...No, that's not right!"
Hong Ge's keen senses, typical of a top entertainment agent, finally kicked in. His tone was a mix of suspicion, trepidation, and utter fear: "Jiang Chi, tell me the truth, you don't have a child, do you?"
"..." Jiang Chi's lips twitched, and he sneered in a cold voice, "Yes, I do have a... younger sister."
As soon as the sensitive word "yes" appeared at the beginning, Brother Hong's breathing became rapid, and he almost rolled his eyes back. His assistant, Jiajia, frantically pressed his philtrum in alarm and shouted in shock, "Quick, get some nitroglycerin! Brother Hong is going to die!!!"
"Cough cough, wait," Brother Hong forcefully pried open the hand pinned to the other man's philtrum, instantly coming back to life, "You bastard!"
He repeated it with a sigh of relief, his laughter light: "Damn it."
Jiang Chi: "...Don't swear."
"Sigh, you've survived a close call, why are you still worrying about these things?" Brother Hong felt refreshed, and couldn't help but laugh. Although he had followed Jiang Chi since his debut and had never had any scandals, there was always a chance that there might be some lingering issues.
Jiang Chi: "I will bring her with me to the shoot this afternoon."
"Okay, sure." Brother Hong had no problem with it. He could take care of a 22-year-old kid, so what kid couldn't he take care of?
Finally, still not fully recovered, Brother Hong chuckled and exclaimed, "So it was your sister!"
The surprise that comes after despair has a lingering aftertaste.
It has a kind of madness like Fan Jin after passing the imperial examination.
Jiang Chi, unable to bear it any longer, hung up the phone.
When the little one woke up from his afternoon nap, it was almost two o'clock. He sniffed and took a deep breath before drowsily opening his eyes.
Jiang Chi withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened.
The system kept jumping up and down, accusing: I saw it! I saw you pinch my baby's nose!
Chaochao slowly sat up and saw her brother standing quietly by the bed.
The young man looked down at her calmly. She had a slender, smooth jawline, and her wispy hair was casually combed back, revealing her smooth forehead and impeccable features.
My brother is so handsome...
Jiang Chi saw Xiao Donggua giggle and rush over to hug his leg, trying to climb up. Jiang Chi was surprised and immediately reached out to pick her up, but unexpectedly, Chaochao quickly and nimbly jumped up and finally hung on his shoulder like a lazy koala.
Jiang Chi: "..."
Are you sure you didn't graduate from the zoo's monkey prep class?
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