The little furball looked completely innocent and spread his little hands: "Mommy, I was thinking of you. Didn't you see that Huaihuai was about to cry? But Mommy can't possibly show up in front of him the next day."
Yi Tianran sneered: "You've got some nerve, huh? You've got a whole set of theories to back it up. So, you think you can guarantee Huaihuai won't cry by just turning off the screen?"
The little furball blinked. Um, well, it probably won't cry.
...
The Fu family mansion, far away in China.
"Waaah, Mommy's gone, I want Mommy..." Huaihuai stared at the black screen for a moment, then burst into tears.
He sobbed and tugged at Geng Geng's sleeve: "Big brother."
Geng Geng snorted coldly, her little face stern: "What do you want? Weren't you just siding with the little furball?"
Huaihuai pouted, "I'm not taking Second Brother's side anymore. Second Brother is too bad. He went offline without saying goodbye. He still hasn't given me the photos he promised. There's no trust between brothers anymore."
dedicated:"……"
So you're crying about this!
He glared at Huaihuai angrily and left.
Huaihuai looked around with red eyes, and tears fell again. His older brothers didn't love him anymore. His brothers had changed their minds. He was so pitiful...
...
With a click, the last Enter key was pressed, and the file was sent out. The little furball stretched and immediately leaned against Yi Tianran, revealing a cute and adorable smile, quietly listening to Yi Tianran and Zhuang Yizhan on the phone.
Yi Tianran said, "Little Mao Tuan has already sent the cracked files on the USB drive. Tsk tsk, the Japanese, this kind of creature that is all talk and no action, has indeed lived up to my expectations. Every single thing in here is headline news, enough to bring him down."
"You get all excited when you run into the Yi family," Zhuang Yizhan said cheerfully. "I've already arranged for it to spread like a virus. Even if he tries to cover it up, it'll be too late. By the way, Tianran, would you like to see the expression on that guy from the Yi family's face? I can send it to you."
"Hey? You're pretty quick, already arranging people at the Yi family's residence." Yi Tianran said, then paused and asked, "Do you know how my grandmother is doing?"
Zhuang Yizhan said helplessly, "After the news of your death spread five years ago, Old Madam Yi moved back to the old house and hasn't come out since. It's a bit difficult to hear news about her."
Yi Tianran nodded reluctantly. Five years ago, she did act rashly in order to get away from the situation. However, she did try to contact her grandmother later, but she has never had the chance to see her in all these years.
Yi Tianran sighed: "So what's next?"
“Next, you need to go to Country A,” Zhuang Yizhan said, flipping through his notebook. “Your third uncle opened an art gallery there. He’s been having too much fun in City M lately, and he can’t keep up with the numbers. He wants to sell it off.”
"Does anyone want it?" Yi Tianran asked.
“Several galleries have already made contact; it’s actually quite sought after. This gallery previously acquired works by several contemporary painters and is known for its world-famous collection of ‘The World of Illusions.’ After acquiring it, this painting will also be transferred. By the way, there’s an exhibition of this painting tomorrow,” Zhuang Yizhan said. “I’ve already made arrangements for you, and the relevant information has been sent to you.”
"Okay, I understand. Let's sabotage this collaboration and let my third uncle experience the bitterness of losing something he was about to have his mouth opened." Yi Tianran finalized the itinerary and immediately prepared to set off.
The little furball happily said from the side, "Although I don't like appreciating paintings, I really enjoy snatching meat!"
Although Mommy didn't mention it often, Little Mao Tuan had heard about Mommy's childhood from Uncle Zhuang.
Apart from Mommy's grandmother, none of the Yi family members are good people; they often bully Mommy, including Mommy's father.
Little Maotuan didn't want to use the word "grandpa" to refer to the bad guy who bullied his mother.
...
Country A.
The art exhibition was held inside the Empire State Building in New York City. Every painting on display was a world-renowned masterpiece with extremely high art value for collectors. Only people of high status were invited to participate.
Yi Tianran and Xiao Maotuan were clearly not among these people of status, but entering such an occasion was a piece of cake for Zhuang Yizhan.
At this moment, they were standing in the gallery's lobby.
The little furball wandered around the lobby, but his mind wasn't on the paintings at all. It was because his mother... hadn't told him any plans, but just let him go to the gallery by himself. Her reason was: "Little furball, you're five years old now, not a two or three-year-old anymore. It's really indecent to take your clothes off all the time. We need to improve your manners and cultivate your character. So you can go look at the paintings by yourself, and when you come back, write me a reflection!"
Little Maotuan almost fainted. Why? Why ask a computer whiz and capable assistant to write an appreciation of paintings? Why ask a top student to take the route of an artsy young man?
Mommy, I don't really want to be your friend anymore!
The little furball ignored his mother and wandered around by himself. Yi Tianran knew he wouldn't get lost, so she sternly warned him not to wander off before going to take care of her own business.
Now, the little furball looked at the pile of colorful drawings, stroked his chin, and sighed.
Just then, a mocking voice rang in my ears: "How can a lowly person of color like you understand such a refined work? And you're just a mentally challenged child, what are you pretending to sigh about!"
People of color? Mentally challenged children? Pretending?
The three words immediately struck a nerve with the little furball. He turned his head and saw a blond, curly-haired boy looking at him arrogantly.
Little Maotuan hates being insulted more than anything in his life. Right now, he really wants to learn from Geng Geng and throw a punch, but...
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