Before dawn, the morning light peeked through the gently swaying curtains, scattering soft gold specks on the lustrous silk quilt.
When Chaochao woke up, her eyes were blank as she stared ahead, looking dazed and confused, as if she had been suddenly possessed.
Did she really only sleep for one night? Are you sure it wasn't just two or three days...?
Chaochao felt dizzy from watching all sorts of live stream replays in her head.
This is an explosion of information.
The system cautiously spoke in her mind: "Chao Chao, do you remember me?"
Upon suddenly hearing the system's voice, Chaochao, who had been in a daze, finally came to her senses a bit, but was puzzled by the system's question, "Of course I remember Xiaoqi."
System: "Waaaaah, that's great, Chaochao, you're finally sober."
You know, Chaochao kept calling it Lao Liu yesterday!
System: "Chaochao, you were drunk yesterday!"
"Really?" Chaochao's eyes widened in disbelief as she briefly recalled the wild scene from last night... It really was... The image of her firmly waving her hand and saying she couldn't possibly be drunk replayed in her mind. Chaochao: "..."
"I...I'm not drunk..." The guilty little dumpling decided to stick to her story, but this time she wasn't as confident as she was the first time.
After ending her conversation with Xiaoqi, Chaochao patted the empty space beside the bed with her little hand: "Daddy...uh!!!"
The little dumpling looked around as if it had seen a ghost.
Where did that awful voice come from!
It turned out she was the only one there, and the hoarse voice she'd just heard seemed to have come from her...
Three minutes later, Chaochao stood in the kitchen and drank two glasses of warm water. The burning sensation in her throat was finally soothed, and she let out a particularly comfortable sigh, "Ah..."
Thank goodness, she almost thought she had fallen silent after sleeping.
System: Chaochao, we were just asking if it was possible, and it's because you talked too much yesterday.
Amin asked softly, "Miss Chaochao, would you like another drink?"
The contented little dumpling wiped the water droplets from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. "No more, I'm full."
As Chaochao stepped out of the kitchen, she was startled by the flamboyant potted plants in the living room.
Seeing Chaochao staring in shock at the potted plant wrapped in colorful ribbons, Amin, who followed behind, couldn't help but smile: "Miss Chaochao, have you forgotten? It was you who put the scarf on it last night because you were afraid it would catch a cold."
Chaochao: "?"
She hadn't walked far in a daze when her gaze was drawn to a pile of small stones in the corner. Weren't these the pretty stones she had picked up?
Seeing this, Amin looked at Chaochao with even more kindness in her eyes.
"These are all little mushrooms that you gave birth to, Miss Chaochao. We listened to you and didn't move any of them."
Chaochao: "??"
Amin thought to herself, "She hasn't mentioned that last night, Miss, you saw Young Master Chi wearing loose white pajamas and holding green grapes, and you thought you'd bumped into Guanyin Bodhisattva, so you knelt down and kowtowed to him devoutly."
...Let's not talk about it. It would be terrible if Chaochao got so ashamed and upset she couldn't eat. But—
"The little drunkard has finally woken up."
Jiang Pusa leaned against the door frame, her voice languid, the corners of her lips turned up as if springs had been installed, making it impossible to suppress them.
Upon seeing Jiang Chi, Chaochao felt a sense of awe for some reason, and she nodded obediently and blankly, "Yes."
But almost as soon as she finished speaking, she remembered that she had to stick to her story: "I'm not a drunkard."
"Alright, alright, then you're a little drunkard, okay?"
"Okay...uh no no! I'm not a little drunkard, I'm a human being, a little person!" This isn't a game of hide-and-seek, why would she want to be the one playing the ghost?
Jiang Chi sighed as if things had changed, "You clearly said you would listen to me and offer me a piece of candy every day, how come you don't recognize me after waking up?"
Chaochao: "???"
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
How could she possibly betray Tangtang!
The system desperately wanted to say that Chaochao was real, and everything about her was real.
The little dumpling pouted and accused, "Brother, this is fraud, it's illegal!"
Jiang Chi: "The law governs people, what does it have to do with me, a god?"
Chaochao: "???"
Why is she finding it increasingly difficult to understand what her brother is saying?
The bewildered little girl was led to wash up, and after changing her clothes, she sat at the dining table to eat breakfast.
Jiang Chi stopped teasing her and just leaned against the table watching her eat.
"Where did Daddy go?"
Taking a bite of the custard bun, Chaochao asked Huo Qin's whereabouts in a muffled voice.
"My uncle had something to do at the company this morning."
"Ugh... why doesn't Daddy take me to work anymore?"
Jiang Chi glanced at the clock. "Little ancestor, look, it's almost ten o'clock."
Filled with regret for not being able to go to work, Chaochao began to devour the beef patty. But this patty seemed to be Doraemon's memory bread; with each bite, memories of her drunken night resurfaced. "..."
Jiang Chi noticed that the little dumpling, who had been happily eating, had gradually lost the light in her bright almond-shaped eyes. "?"
Chaochao took the hot milk handed to her by her mother-in-law and drank it all in one gulp with a tragic air.
Let bygones be bygones—
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