Zhan Nanqi gave her some water, put the bamboo dragonfly in her hand, and carefully ground the edges of the leaves to prevent the sharp leaves from cutting her delicate fingers.

He continued reading, but Xue Jiayu was fiddling with the bamboo dragonfly, and his thoughts suddenly drifted away.

In the original novel, Zhan Nanqi came from a prominent family. His ancestors had been engaged in business for three generations, and all of the family businesses were related to industry. At one point, they became wealthy enough to rival a country.

His parents were busy with business, so they hired a nanny, Aunt Jiang, to take care of him. Aunt Jiang took the high salary while taking advantage of the situation.

In front of Zhan Aoxiang and his wife, Aunt Jiang did her best to take care of Zhan Nanqi's food, clothing, housing and transportation. In their eyes, Zhan Nanqi was always glamorous.

Little did they know that those beautiful clothes were changed into five minutes before they got home, and because they were seldom worn, they always looked brand new.

The hot meals were also prepared by Aunt Jiang. Whenever she and Zhan Nanqi were alone at home, she would give Zhan Nanqi a bowl of rice soaked in plain water as a meal, and she would fry a piece of the premium steak that Jiang Peirong bought for Zhan Nanqi.

Zhan Nanqi, a young master from a prominent family, had to pour hot water himself if he wanted to drink it. If he accidentally spilled the water, she would push him around and complain that he was clumsy.

The worst thing is that Aunt Jiang, knowing that Zhan Nanqi has autism, still locks him in a small storage room for two hours at a time for fun.

The reason why Aunt Jiang did this was simple: she couldn't stand how rich the Zhan family was.

Any one of Jiang Peirong's skin care products is equivalent to their family's living expenses for half a year. It would take her parents ten years to buy Zhan Aoxiang a car. The most hateful thing is this child. He has autism, a disease she has never heard of, and it costs hundreds or even thousands of dollars to see a doctor once.

Aunt Jiang hated them for spending money like water, so she wanted to torture Zhan Nanqi to vent her anger.

She took advantage of the fact that Zhan Nanqi was autistic and would not complain. On the surface, she was impeccable to Zhan Nanqi, but in private, she had never even cleaned up his closet.

Zhan Aoxiang and his wife have been deceived by Aunt Jiang and spent a lot of money to hire people to bully their children.

[This Aunt Jiang is so mean to the handsome boy! I have to vent her anger! ]

Upon hearing this, Zhan Nanqi calmly turned the page, as if he hadn't heard it.

He doesn't care about venting his anger or anything like that.

Xue Jiayu caught a glimpse of Jiang Peirong peeking at the door, and immediately an idea came to her mind. She struggled to rummage through Zhan Nanqi's closet.

The baby could only babble, and Zhan Nanqi stood up with her. She was about to pull open the door of the wardrobe, but she was too weak. Even with all her strength, the door didn't budge at all.

Zhan Nanqi just hugged her and had no intention of opening the door.

[Please help me! Why are you just standing there and watching? I'm helping you! ]

Zhan Nanqi didn't plan to help, he just held her and thought the little girl looked very cute with her puffed up face.

Just as Xue Jiayu was about to open the closet door, Jiang Peirong suddenly rushed in.

"careful--"

As soon as Jiang Peirong pulled them apart, the suitcase on top of the wardrobe fell to the ground with a loud noise.

"Are you guys okay?!"

The woman anxiously checked on the two children, and surprisingly, neither of them made a noise. Xue Jiayu blinked her eyes, but unfortunately she was just a little bit away from opening the closet to reveal Aunt Jiang's true face!

"Nanqi, let mommy see if your foot is hurt?"

Zhan Nanqi shook his head.

Jiang Peirong choked. Even so, she was unwilling to speak?

She had no choice but to check on Xue Jiayu's condition. What was even more strange was that the little baby was not frightened at all and his eyes looked calmer than hers.

This is too weird. How could this kid——

Jiang Peirong was about to speak when she suddenly heard the sound of a car driving into the yard, and then she heard Zhan Aoxiang calling her from below.

"Wife, Boss Huo is here!"

She had no choice but to take Zhan Nanqi and Xue Jiayu downstairs first.

Xue Jiayu looked at the wardrobe with regret.

[Just a little bit more! Aunt Jiang’s true face will be exposed soon.]

[What if I leave and Aunt Jiang bullies him again? ]

[I'm so worried. If he can't take care of himself, just come to my house! ]

Zhan Nanqi lowered his head slightly and saw Xue Jiayu's wrinkled little face, which looked very much like the wrinkles on a meat bun. He couldn't help but smile.

Jiang Peirong wanted to remind him to be careful when going downstairs, but when she turned around, she saw her son's rare smile in a century and almost slipped and fell downstairs.

"Nanqi, did you laugh just now?" Jiang Peirong's voice trembled, she couldn't believe what she saw.

That smile disappeared so quickly that she wasn't even sure if it was an illusion.

Zhan Aoxiang hadn't seen anyone coming down for a long time, so he was about to go upstairs to urge them. When he saw them standing on the stairs, he hurriedly said, "Come down quickly, what are you doing standing there?"

Zhan Nanqi went downstairs directly, and Jiang Peirong swallowed her doubts.

Aunt Jiang went to open the door, and Xue Wangjun came in exhausted. He didn't care about etiquette and asked anxiously, "Where is my daughter?"

"Here."

Jiang Peirong signaled to Zhan Nanqi to return the child to Xue Wangjun. Unexpectedly, when Zhan Nanqi handed Xue Jiayu over, they both heard a childish cry at the same time.

【don't want--】

Xue Wangjun's mouth twitched. What happened to Xiaobao?

Zhan Nanqi was about to take his hand back, but Xue Wangjun took it first, held him in his arms and kissed him.

Xue Jiayu struggled with a frown after being pricked by Xue Wangjun's stubble.

[Daddy, your beard hurts me! I want a little handsome boy! ]

Xue Wangjun quickly raised his head and took a look at Zhan Nanqi, who was young but had handsome features and a cold temperament. Could this guy be the son-in-law chosen for him by his daughter?

"Thank you so much, Boss Zhan, Madam Zhan. My wife and I were almost going crazy after my daughter was lost! If it weren't for you, we really don't know what to do."

As he said this, Xue Wangjun was about to bow to them to express his gratitude.

Zhan Aoxiang had heard of Xue's Garment Factory and that the boss was kindhearted and often did good deeds. They had some dealings in business but were not close, so he had a good impression of Xue Wangjun.

"Boss Xue, you are too polite. I hope you can find it."

"By the way, where did you find my daughter?"

Zhan Aoxiang and Jiang Peirong looked at each other and said, "You have to ask my son. He picked it up."

Xue Wangjun looked at Zhan Nanqi expectantly, but he didn't intend to answer and just leaned against the wall.

How could this kid be so rude! Xue Wangjun had just finished criticizing in his heart when he heard his own little treasure say:

[Wow, he is so handsome and cool. I love him.]

“…”

“…”

Zhan Nanqi adjusted his posture uncomfortably and turned his head slightly.

Xue Wangjun laughed dryly. He had planned everything, but he had never expected that his daughter was such a little nymphomaniac.

The confused Zhan Aoxiang and his wife still enthusiastically invited Xue Wangjun to stay for dinner.

"No, no, my wife is still waiting for news at home. I will take my daughter back first. I will bring my wife to thank you next time."

Zhan Aoxiang said that was too polite and walked him all the way to the door.

Zhan Nanqi turned around and went upstairs. As soon as he took one step, he heard a "heart-wrenching" cry behind him.

【I want a handsome boy! 】