Chapter 1 Chapter 1 Cute Mobao.
It was around four in the afternoon, the sky was overcast and it was drizzling.
The magnificent manor was silent, gorgeous but empty.
In a children's room, on a soft little bed, Qin Moran woke up.
First, the thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and then a pair of clear big eyes opened.
After Qin Moran woke up, he didn't cry or make a fuss. He got up from the bed obediently and started to get dressed.
He is now in the body of a three-year-old, who is small in stature and does things slowly.
Qin Moran didn't understand what it meant to travel through a book. After all, he only lived in a daze until he was eight years old in his previous life.
All he knew was that he had fallen seriously ill, and when he woke up again, he came to this new world, and his body had shrunk into a tiny human cub.
Qin Moran did not live a happy life in his previous life.
He was weak from the moment he was born and was always sick. He was nothing like his twin brother, who was fat and strong.
His face was very handsome, almost perfect, but for his impoverished family at the time, a good-looking face was of no use. Good looks couldn't make a living, and it would be a grave sin for him to get sick. That would cost a fortune in medical expenses and bankrupt the family.
Qin Moran knew that he was not popular at home since he could remember. No matter how well-behaved and obedient he was, he was still wrong. To be more precise, his existence was a mistake.
Even though his twin brother was much more mischievous than him and always made mistakes, in the end his parents would only vent their anger on him and beat and scold him.
At that time, Qin Moran's body was always covered with bruises and marks from being beaten with a cane, but he did not dare to complain at all, because he was already unpopular, and if he dared to talk back, the consequences would be disastrous.
Qin Moran has now come to a new world and a new family.
But it seems that the new family has reached a point where it is crumbling and falling apart.
Their manor is very large, and they not only have a butler, but also servants, chefs, gardeners, etc.
But even with so many people, the manor has never been lively because the owner of the manor rarely returns home.
Everyone seems to be avoiding this place naturally and won't go home unless necessary.
Under such circumstances, Qin Moran increasingly reduced his sense of presence, fearing that he would not be able to survive in his new family.
Soon, Qin Moran put on his clothes.
He was wearing a brown bear suit today, and when he slid backwards from the bed to the floor, his small back looked like a lifelike bear cub.
Qin Moran slid carefully to the ground, then walked out wearing cute fluffy slippers.
He came to the door, stood on tiptoe, and pulled down the door handle.
Then the bedroom door opened.
The servant guarding the door was startled: "Young Master, when did you wake up?"
Qin Moran answered obediently: "Just woke up."
He is very small now, and his voice has a soft and sticky taste.
The servant quickly squatted down and said, "Young Master, next time you wake up, you must call me."
She was just a low-ranking servant in this manor, and she didn't want to be fired one day just because she didn't take good care of the young master.
Although the owners of this manor are very indifferent, they pay high salaries, making it an ideal workplace.
Qin Moran saw the fear on the servant's face and pursed his lips in distress.
He seemed to have accidentally caused trouble for others.
I must remember this well next time.
Soon, Qin Moran came down to the living room downstairs under the guidance of the servant.
The living room is decorated in an upscale style, with an intricate crystal chandelier casting warm light and the floor covered with thick, expensive carpets.
The servants were busy with their training in an orderly manner, without making any noise.
The huge living room was so quiet that it seemed empty.
Qin Moran stood there blankly for a while, and finally came to the floor-to-ceiling window, squatted down, and stared at a pot of beautifully trimmed green plants.
His body was also very weak, so he was smaller than his peers since he was a child. When he squatted here silently, he looked like a small mushroom.
After squatting for a while, Qin Moran coughed several times.
The servant beside him hurried forward: "Young Master, are you feeling unwell?"
Qin Moran quickly waved his hands: "I'm not feeling unwell."
The servant confirmed again: "Are you really not feeling uncomfortable? Please tell me."
Qin Moran shook his head again: "No."
He didn't want to say that he seemed to be sick, because in his previous life, being sick was a very bad thing.
Being sick meant that his family would have to worry about his illness again, and that the fact that he was a burden would be further reinforced.
When Qin Moran thought of this, he quickly suppressed the urge to cough again.
He endured the discomfort in his throat and refused to cough.
Because of the discomfort of holding it in, moisture gradually formed in his eyes and his long eyelashes became wet, like a small fan that had been caught in the rain.
Just then.
One of the owners of the manor has returned.
The person who came was a very beautiful and delicate woman.
She was wearing a long white chiffon dress that extended to her ankles.
She wore her hair in a low bun today, two white diamond earrings, and light makeup.
When Qin Moran saw the woman, he decisively stood up from the floor-to-ceiling window and wanted to walk over and call his mother.
But today his mother Chen Ruolan was obviously in a bad mood.
There was worry between her brows and no smile on her face. She just carried her expensive handbag, walked slowly to the sofa, and then sat down weakly.
Here, Chen Ruolan was immersed in her own world of thought, ignoring everything outside.
She went to the old house to visit her parents-in-law again today. To be precise, she was called back by a phone call to be scolded.
Chen Ruolan's parents-in-law, Qin Moran's grandparents, were of noble birth and had been immersed in the culture of wealthy families for decades. Their every word and action carried a sense of oppression.
They were completely merciless in their scolding, as if she were a worthless piece of trash, with nothing about her that was worthy of their son.
Chen Ruolan thought of the words the two old men had just used to scold her and smiled sarcastically.
On the other side, Qin Moran stood there in a daze for a while.
He was a little afraid to disturb his mother, but seeing that his mother was in a bad mood, he plucked up his courage and walked over with his short legs.
After he was reborn into the body of a three-year-old, his thinking also became slow.
He didn't quite understand what was happening to his mother, but he just wanted to go over and comfort her.
Chen Ruolan lowered her eyes and was distracted until a small, short figure appeared in front of her.
The next second, the soft and sticky voice that only belonged to the cub rang out: "Mom."
It sounds really nice.
It was like a ray of sunshine trying hard to push away the darkness and shine in.
Chen Ruolan came back to her senses from her thoughts, raised her beautiful eyes and saw her little son.
Qin Moran is fair and tender, just like a glutinous rice dumpling.
He looked at Chen Ruolan with big eyes full of worry.
A child's emotions are pure and sincere, as if the person in front of him is his whole world.
Chen Ruolan's originally cold heart gradually warmed up.
Great, this is her son.
She spoke in a gentle and pleasant voice: "Come, Momo, let mommy hold you."
Qin Moran obediently opened his chubby little arms and threw himself into Chen Ruolan's arms.
The moment Chen Ruolan hugged Qin Moran, she realized something was wrong.
Her baby has a fever.
Chen Ruolan's voice suddenly became anxious: "Baby, what's wrong with you?"
As she spoke, she reached out her hand to touch Qin Moran's forehead.
It’s really hot!!
Qin Moran didn't expect that his illness would be exposed, and he quickly said, "Mom, I'm fine, I'm not sick."
Chen Ruolan frowned: "It's so hot, how come you're not sick?!"
Qin Moran said anxiously: "I really didn't..."
Unfortunately, I got so anxious that I started coughing.
Chen Ruolan didn't dare to delay any longer and quickly called a servant to ask him to find the family doctor.
The maid quickly called the family doctor.
The young master's illness was a big deal, and the living room was instantly in chaos.
Qin Moran lay in Chen Ruolan's arms in a daze, his heart full of worry.
The fact that he was ill could no longer be concealed. Would he be abandoned again this time?
After all, no one likes a sick child; a sick child is a burden.
Qin Moran was a little sad.
Although he had just arrived at this new home not long ago and it was a cold place, he still liked it very much.
Because here, he doesn't have to worry about being beaten and scolded every day, nor does he have to worry about others not giving him food...
Also, although his new mother's embrace was thin, it was very warm and had a faint floral scent, which was fresh and pleasant.
These were things he had never experienced in his previous life.
His biological mother would not hold him so gently. Instead, she would twist his arms hard and blame him for being sick every other day.
Whether Qin Moran was willing or not, the family doctor arrived quickly and began to examine his body.
Qin Moran tried hard not to cough, hoping that the doctor would declare that he was not sick.
At this time, the doctor noticed this and said gently: "Mobao, you don't have to hold it in. Cough if you want to."
Qin Moran shook his head silently.
The doctor didn't know why such a little kid suddenly became so stubborn, so he could only speed up the examination.
At this moment, there were many people standing around, including Chen Ruolan, the housekeeper and servants.
Chen Ruolan looked anxious, her hands were twisted tightly together, and her fingertips were white.
Her usually beautiful face was now filled with worry.
The housekeeper comforted her, "Madam, the young master probably just has a cold. You don't have to worry too much."
Chen Ruolan didn't say anything, still looking worried.
She only has a junior high school diploma. After marrying into a wealthy family, she was often bullied by her parents-in-law, so she devoted all her energy to raising her son.
She has two sons.
My eldest son is now in junior high school and is in his rebellious period, so it is impossible to communicate with him.
Under such circumstances, she naturally put all her energy into her youngest son.
Her youngest son suddenly fell ill, and she was worried that something might happen to him.
She also knew that her current state was extremely wrong, but she couldn't control herself.
Fortunately, after a careful examination by the doctor, it was found that Qin Moran indeed only had a minor cold. He just needed to apply a fever-reducing patch and take some medicine, and he would be fine.
A huge stone in Chen Ruolan's heart finally fell, and she was shocked to realize that she had just broken out in a cold sweat.
After a period of tossing and turning, Qin Moran was sick and scared, and now he fell asleep.
Chen Ruolan sat on the sofa, carefully tracing Qin Moran's face with her hands for a while, then asked the servants to carry him upstairs to sleep, while she planned to change her clothes.
Just then, another person came in through the door.
It turned out to be Qin Ye, a junior high school student who had not been home for a long time.
Qin Ye had an umbrella in his schoolbag, but he was too lazy to open it. He was caught in the rain from the time he got off the car to the time he entered the house, and his neat black short hair was a little wet.
But he didn't care. After entering the house, he shook his head and acted as if nothing had happened.
He was wearing a baggy school uniform and dragging a schoolbag in his hand, the straps of which were rubbing against the ground.
Chen Ruolan stopped walking upstairs and asked in surprise, "Why are you going home today?"
Her son usually lives in the school dormitory and rarely comes back even on weekends, but today is an exception.
Qin Ye looked cold and stern, and said perfunctorily, "Something happened."
Then he walked to the sofa, threw his schoolbag casually, and grabbed a bottle of Coke on the coffee table.
He fell into the sofa, sat there carelessly, unscrewed the bottle cap in a few seconds, and drank half of the bottle in one go.
Chen Ruolan reminded: "You're all wet, go and dry yourself."
Qin Ye didn't even turn his head: "No, I won't die of cold."
Seeing Qin Ye's impatience, Chen Ruolan frowned and said nothing more. She only gave one last instruction: "By the way, your brother is sick and is sleeping right now. You are always so careless, so don't bother him."
Qin Ye snorted coldly: "Who cares?"
Chen Ruolan frowned even more tightly, and finally went upstairs helplessly.
In the living room.
Qin Ye sat alone on the large sofa and watched a football game.
In the end, the team he supported lost.
Qin Ye threw the empty Coke bottle into the trash can, then went upstairs with his schoolbag in a bad mood.
The villa has three floors.
The first floor is naturally the living room, kitchen, home theater, etc.
In addition to the study, piano room, etc., the second and third floors are mainly the owners' bedrooms.
The Qin family is large, including Qin's father and mother, and four sons.
After Qin's father divorced his ex-wife, he raised his two sons alone. Later, he remarried Qin's mother and had two more sons.
Qin's father and mother's master bedroom is on the second floor.
For easier care, Qin Moran's children's room is also on the second floor.
Qin Ye is now at the rebellious age of being independent and pursuing himself, so of course he chose to have his bedroom on the third floor, away from the crowd, and it is the most remote one.
It just so happened that his older half-brother also chose the third floor, under the pretext of not being disturbed while working.
God knows whether he is afraid of being disturbed at work or wants to stay away from his family.
Qin Ye also has a half-brother who is an international superstar. He travels around the world filming movies and commercials every day and rarely comes home, so he can be ignored.
Qin Ye lazily walked upstairs carrying his schoolbag.
When passing the second floor, his steps paused, and finally, as if possessed by a mysterious force, he arrived in front of the children's room.
At this moment, the door of the children's room was ajar.
Qin Ye pushed lightly and walked in, then his eyes met with the delicate little boy on the bed.
Qin Ye tutted, threw away his schoolbag and walked over. Then he crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at Qin Moran on the bed: "Didn't you say you were asleep?"
Qin Moran didn't know what his "third brother" meant, and just blinked his big, confused eyes and looked at him.
Seeing that his brother didn't say anything, Qin Ye simply sat down on the edge of the bed.
His force was so great that it shook Qin Moran, who was sitting in the middle of the bed.
Qin Moran stepped back in confusion.
After Qin Ye sat down, he looked his brother up and down several times as if he was studying something strange and bizarre. "I heard you were sick? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
When Qin Moran heard the word "sick", he subconsciously retorted: "I'm not sick."
His little face looked quite serious, and it seemed that he really wanted to prove that he was not sick.
Qin Ye sneered: "The doctor also said you are not sick?"
Qin Moran: "..."
He was now unable to utter any rebuttal and lowered his eyes dejectedly.
He was indeed ill, so would he be thrown out of the house again?
Qin Ye didn't know what the kid in front of him was thinking, so he said to himself, "You should eat more next time, okay? You look so skinny and weak, I can knock you down with just one finger."
Qin Moran pouted angrily, somewhat unhappy.
Why do you want to push him down?
Did he do something wrong?
Perhaps because he found his brother's reaction very amusing, Qin Ye poked his little face with his hand as if he had discovered a new toy and said nastily, "Are you going to cry?"
Qin Moran tried to speak clearly; "I didn't!"
My third brother is too abominable QAQ
But Qin Ye continued, "You're still saying no. You must have cried a while ago. Your eyelashes are still wet."
Upon hearing this, Qin Moran quickly stretched out his chubby little hands and touched his eyes.
Hey, are his eyelashes wet? But he really wasn't crying.
Qin Ye saw Qin Moran's actions and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "Tsk, so silly."
Qin Moran: "..."
He put down his hand and didn't want to pay any attention to his third brother anymore.
Qin Ye was in high spirits at the moment and continued to tease the child: "By the way, why are your eyelashes so long?"
What he said was not false. Qin Moran's eyelashes were really long, like two small brushes, fluttering.
After hearing this, Qin Moran began to think seriously.
Are his eyelashes really that long? Why?
After a while, Qin Moran gave a possible reason: "Maybe I cry a lot and keep watering my eyelashes, so they grow longer."
This time, Qin Ye really couldn't control himself and burst into laughter: "Hahahahahahaha!!!"
Oh my god, this was the first time he realized that his younger brother was so funny! !
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