Because she's leaving?
The little boy was a bit confused. If he didn't want her to leave, he could have just called her back.
Why are you pulling on his braid?
This boy named Wei Yanzhi is really strange!
Little Tuanzi didn't understand Wei Yanzhi's thoughts, but Mu Tingzheng did; he didn't really want to hurt Little Tuanzi.
Looking at Wei Yanzhi's reddened face, his anger subsided considerably.
"You want to play with the little girl, right?" Mu Tingzheng asked.
Wei Yanzhi raised his head and looked at Mu Tingzheng, somewhat surprised that he could guess his thoughts.
But Wei Yanzhi refused to admit it and stubbornly turned his face away.
Mu Ting looked at his adorable face and couldn't help but want to laugh.
This little boy is just as strange and annoying as he was when he was a child.
I want to play with the little dumpling, but I don't know what to say or do, so I can only subconsciously do things to get her attention.
Mu Tingzheng then lectured him, "Wei Yanzhi, if you want to play with the little dumpling, you can ask her."
"You are absolutely forbidden from hurting her again, because if you do, she will hate you, and I will not forgive you either, do you understand?"
Wei Yanzhi's eyes remained fixed elsewhere, but he nodded slightly.
He thought to himself—so did he just make her hate him?
Seeing that he remained unmoved, the Fourth Prince assumed that he still did not want to admit his mistake, so he grabbed him by the collar and dragged him over.
The Fourth Prince was rough, and Wei Yanzhi's thin body staggered a few times as he was pulled, but he didn't care at all and still dragged him over.
"Are you mute? Why don't you answer when your Uncle Mu speaks to you?"
The Fourth Prince roared, startling even the little dumpling beside him.
She saw that Wei Yanzhi's neck was red and swollen from being pulled by his collar.
The way her fourth uncle was furious was completely different from the gentle way he had spoken to her earlier.
The little boy clearly sensed that his fourth uncle seemed to dislike Wei Yanzhi.
Mu Ting frowned and reached out to pull the Fourth Prince back.
"Alright, children need to be properly educated. Why do you hit and yell at him all the time!"
Mu Tingzheng stopped him, and the Fourth Prince finally let go. He was furious and was panting heavily.
Wei Yanzhi's clothes were already torn loosely, and his neck and half of his face were red.
But he remained standing calmly, without even a hint of redness in his eyes.
The little dumpling seemed to understand why Wei Yanzhi's personality was so strange; it might be related to his fourth uncle's consistently odd attitude towards him.
Mu Ting was still trying to persuade the Fourth Prince.
Even if he's not your biological child, but just an adopted son, you can't always treat him like this!
The Fourth Prince irritably shook his hand and said:
“Brother Mu, if I hadn’t been born into the royal family, if I hadn’t been a prince, I definitely wouldn’t have adopted a son!”
The little girl couldn't understand her fourth uncle's words. She took Fan Hai's hand and asked him to carefully move closer to Wei Yanzhi with her.
The little dumpling tilted its head and looked at Wei Yanzhi, asking softly:
"Young man, are you alright?"
Wei Yanzhi: "I'm sorry."
His voice was very soft, like the buzzing of a fly.
The little dumpling asked vaguely, "Huh? Not up? What's not up?"
Wei Yanzhi turned to the side and said coldly, "If you didn't hear me, then forget it."
...
night.
The little dumpling had just finished bathing and was wearing fluffy pajamas when a maid handed her to Mu Tingzheng.
Mu Ting was placing his tiny daughter on his lap and drying her hair with a towel.
The little girl's face, after her bath, looked like a chubby little bun, white and plump. She was playing with a toy that Nan Wang had just given her—a chubby rabbit made of pure gold, with two rubies inlaid on its face as eyes.
The little dumpling held onto the ruby while recalling the events of the day.
She turned to Mu Tingzheng and asked, "Father, Fourth Uncle is so strange. Why is he so fierce to Wei Yanzhi? Isn't he Fourth Uncle's son?"
Mu Ting was afraid of pulling his daughter's hair, so he moved very gently.
“Wei Yanzhi is actually your fourth uncle’s adopted son. Your fourth uncle has never married and has no other children besides this adopted son.”
The little girl only then realized that her fourth uncle wasn't married yet, and she asked curiously:
"Why? Is it because the woman my fourth uncle likes doesn't want to marry him?"
Mu Ting looked around. The maids had all left the room, leaving only him and his daughter inside.
Mu Ting leaned close to the little dumpling's ear and whispered:
"No, your fourth uncle doesn't like women."
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