Twenty million in hand was like fueling up a plane—Wu Qian was instantly full of drive.
For several days straight, he was in and out of Yutianhua Residence, discussing transformation details with Jiang Fuyue.
After asking the person’s own wishes and getting agreement from the Jiang couple, he began drafting a strict summer training plan for Jiang Chenxing—vocal music, dance, posture training…
Anything that could be arranged, he arranged.
Han Yunru worried her son wouldn’t be able to handle it and nagged a lot, but Little Jiang himself was having the time of his life.
The dance teacher was so cool, the vocal coach praised his pitch, the posture teacher even took him to test his bone age and said he’d grow to around 1.8 meters tall and more…
As long as he got enough food every day, he was brimming with energy.
Wu Qian was so moved he nearly cried.
Wasn’t this exactly a self-disciplined, full-score superstar seedling?
—
It was midsummer, the sun blazing hot.
Wu Qian drove into Yutianhua Residence. After the security checked and raised the barrier, he was let through.
At the same time, at the side pedestrian gate, two middle-aged women dressed as nannies were swiping their cards to pass through.
“Ah, sorry, I rushed out today and forgot my card.”
“No problem, I’ll swipe for you. We’re all working as nannies for others—who doesn’t get careless sometimes? If I can help, I’ll help. Besides, I felt a good vibe with you right away. Let’s meet more often!”
“Mm, then I’ll head this way.”
“Sure, sure. You’re in the detached villa area, right? I heard those two are the kings of buildings in our community! Your employer must be so rich, I bet they’re generous, huh?”
The woman suddenly sneered, “The richer they are, the stingier. That family is downright cheap!”
“Really?! Tell me more next time!”
After parting with the other nanny, Wang Fang casually tossed her grocery basket away, stripped off the ugly flowered jacket, and stuffed it into a trash can.
Fixing herself up, she headed toward the villa area, humming cheerfully as she walked.
So what if this was the most upscale villa complex in Linhuai? She had slipped in easily, hadn’t she?
She wanted to see for herself—this so-called “Jiang Chenxing” who made Wu Qian willingly give up his own daughter and slave away for him, just what kind of divine figure he was!
—
At sunset, Jiang Chenxing hopped off an e-bike with a guitar on his back. “Thanks, uncle.”
The property staff waved, “Don’t mention it.”
Walking home, he absentmindedly recalled the new sheet music his teacher had taught, fingers twitching in practice.
Suddenly, he stopped—there was a woman loitering at his front door, looking around.
“Auntie, who are you looking for?”
Wang Fang froze, back stiff. After two seconds, she turned around.
Seeing her silent, the boy blinked in confusion and politely asked again.
“You’re… Jiang Chenxing.”
She had seen the videos. The boy with millions of fans was now standing right in front of her.
His eyes were clear, defenseless.
Jiang Chenxing nodded and smiled warmly. “Yes, I’m Jiang Chenxing. Auntie, have you seen my short videos too?”
Wang Fang forced out a “Mm,” then awkwardly said, “…You sure can eat.”
The boy scratched his head sheepishly. “I’ve always been like this since I was little, but Uncle Wu says I’m still growing—if I eat more, I’ll grow taller.”
Her lips twitched. “Uncle Wu?”
“Yes, he’s my agent. He works really hard every day. He said he has to earn money to raise his daughter. But I’ve never seen Uncle Wu’s daughter… Auntie, do you live here too? We’re neighbors? That’s great!”
But Wang Fang only caught one phrase—“raise his daughter.”
She rushed forward, eyes burning. “He really said that?”
“Eh?” Startled, the boy backed up two steps.
“Wu Qian said he’s earning money to raise his daughter?!”
Looking at the woman’s reddened eyes, Jiang Chenxing suddenly understood. He nodded earnestly.
“Yes. Uncle Wu actually loves his daughter very much. He works so hard to give her a better life. But recently, he was really sad, saying his daughter already had a new dad and didn’t recognize him anymore. He said he was all alone now and could never go back to before…”
At that, the woman broke down, covering her face and crying.
She had always known—it was her fault.
Forcing Wu Qian into divorce, remarrying with her daughter, and now selfishly wanting him back…
One wrong step after another, no way to return.
She just refused to admit it, deceiving herself.
“Auntie, why are you crying? I have tissues—here, wipe your tears.” He pulled one from his bag and handed it over.
Her hands shook too much to take it.
So Jiang Chenxing pursed his lips, stepped forward, and gently wiped her cheeks himself.
“Uncle Wu said he used to be very happy, because he had the best wife and daughter in the world. They were his greatest treasure. But later… he lost them.”
Her tears fell harder.
“But now, he’s happy too. He doesn’t have a home anymore, but he found a dream. He said he wants to try once for himself, to see how far he can go.”
At that moment, Xie Dingyuan drove home. Passing by the Jiang villa, he noticed the boy talking with a strange woman.
Her expression was agitated, even reaching toward him.
He slammed the brakes, jumped out. “What are you two doing—”
Startled, Wang Fang muttered a hurried “Sorry” and “Thank you,” then quickly fled.
Jiang Chenxing stood watching her back fade, then looked up at Xie Dingyuan, who had walked over. “Thank you, uncle.”
“Thank me?”
“Mm! You know my sister. Just now you saw a stranger talking to me, and you were afraid I’d be kidnapped, right?”
The man chuckled and reached out to ruffle his hair—but the boy dodged.
Unbothered, he smiled. “Pretty smart.”
“Thank you for the compliment. But you still can’t touch my head.”
“Why not? Your sister touches it.”
“Because you’re not my sister. Only she can touch my head.”
Xie Dingyuan really wanted to ask: then what about brother-in-law?
“Just now, nothing happened?”
The boy shook his head. “No, it was just an auntie. She seemed very sad.”
“Don’t talk to strangers again.”
“I know. Thank you, uncle.”
After a pause: “…Why do you always call me uncle?”
The boy tilted his head, peach blossom eyes blank. “If not uncle, then what?”
“…Brother.”
His eyes widened, startled. “But you look like an uncle.”
“Not like a brother?”
He shook his head. “Not like.”
Professor Xie perked up, pursuing with academic rigor. “Where exactly not like?”
The boy pointed between his brows, then his cheek. “Here, and here.”
“Can you be specific?”
“Brother looks like this, and like this.” He pushed his brows upward with his fingers, then lifted the corners of his mouth.
“Uncle looks like this and like this.” He pinched his brows together, then pulled his lips down.
“Brother” smiled, eyes bright.
“Uncle” frowned, face stern.
Fifteen minutes later, back home, Xie Dingyuan stood in front of a mirror, forcing up his lips.
One, two, three—smile!
The corners lifted, but his eyes weren’t right. So he tugged at his eyelids. Okay, now they lifted too…
Just then, Zhong Ziang walked in, froze.
“Uncle, what the h*ll? Did something trigger you, or are you… testing a new drug that causes facial paralysis?”
“…”
Later, after changing clothes, Zhong Ziang dashed out again.
“Where are you going?”
“Internet café! Overnight with friends, not coming home!”
—
By evening, Jiang Fuyue came over. Xie Dingyuan was about to cook noodles.
Rummaging in the fridge, he found chives—ever since tweaking his diet, they had become a staple.
(Oh right, chives are an aphrodisiac…)
Jiang Fuyue walked straight in, fingerprint entry, no knocking.
“You’re here!” He set down his chopsticks, went to the entrance, and habitually took slippers from the cabinet.
She changed shoes and handed him a lunchbox.
He received it. Heavy, still warm.
“Who made it?”
“Chenxing.”
Ah, talented little brother-in-law.
Next door, practicing guitar, Little Jiang suddenly sneezed.
“…Uncle Wu, is someone cursing me?”
“Or maybe missing you.”
Xie Dingyuan: I’m not, I didn’t, don’t talk nonsense!
In the kitchen, Jiang Fuyue spotted the boiling pot and washed chives. “If I didn’t come, you’d eat this?”
“Uh…”
“Ziang said you’re picky and fussy with food,” she eyed the messy counter, “this is it?”
His face darkened. “He’s lying. Don’t believe him.”
She raised an eyebrow knowingly.
“…Nephew restraining uncle, indeed.”
When he ate, she sprawled on the balcony lounger, devouring The Secret Principles of World Physics.
Lost in the French original’s precision, she barely glanced at him once.
Suddenly, her scalp hurt—she looked up.
The man stood awkwardly behind her, clutching a handful of her hair.
“Sorry, did that hurt?”
“Why are you pulling my hair?”
His embarrassment deepened. “Just… checking.”
Actually, the breeze had lifted her long hair. He’d wondered what it felt like—so he touched it…
She smirked. “And what did you find?”
“No… no dandruff.”
“??”
He swallowed. “And… very soft, smooth, nice to touch, smells good.”
“Oh.” At least that sounded human.
…
Time flew. By the time she closed the book, it was ten o’clock.
“Why didn’t you call me? It’s so late.” She hurried to put on slippers.
He handed her tea. “Don’t rush. Drink first.”
The temperature was perfect. She couldn’t help glancing at him.
“The villa is big…” he suddenly said.
“So?”
“There are many rooms.”
“And?”
“Easily enough for one more you.”
She laughed, leaned close, pinned him against the wall. “What, you want me to stay overnight?”
Boom—
His face flushed scarlet, eyes darting nervously.
“I didn’t mean it! Don’t misunderstand! I… you can take the guest room, or master bedroom—I’ll take guest—” incoherent.
“Oh~ so you admit it. You do want me to stay overnight.”
“?”
“If I stay, then what? What do you want to do?”
“I… n-no!”
“No what?”
“No intentions at all! I swear!”
She narrowed her eyes. “So you’re saying… you can’t?”
Huh? Professor Xie froze.
“You said ‘I can’t,’ isn’t that the same as ‘you’re not capable’?”
Even he understood that innuendo.
His face instantly blackened.
Satisfied with teasing her “love rookie,” she started to back away—only to be scooped into his arms.
“Xie Dingyuan! What are you doing?”
“Testing. Capability needs experiments to confirm. Shall we explore in depth now?”
Explore in depth…
The words rang in her ears.
Who said he couldn’t?! Step forward and get smacked!
“Um… maybe it’s too late for deep research. Another day? Put me down first?”
Instead he held tighter. “Late? I think this is the perfect time—heaven, earth, and man in harmony!”
He carried her inward.
“I was joking just now—you’re capable, very capable!”
He lowered his gaze, eyes light. “Without experiment, that’s an empty conclusion. To ensure rigor, we need practice. Don’t you agree?”
Practice…
This wolf in sheep’s clothing!
“…Isn’t that a bit hasty? As the saying goes, don’t rush things.”
Already on the sofa, his grip firm.
“You’re serious?”
“Experiments can’t be faked,” he said solemnly.
“Fine.” She yanked open his collar buttons.
“!”
“What, surprised? Don’t just sit there—take it off yourself.”
“?!”
“No? Then I’ll help. But your habit of buttoning all the way up needs to change—it’s inconvenient for me.”
One button… two… three…
Now he panicked.
He bolted off the sofa, staring in shock and embarrassment. “Y-you…”
She blinked innocently. “What? I’m cooperating, Professor Xie. Did I do something wrong? Teach me.”
Sugary voice, mischievous eyes—no man could resist.
Neither could he. Heat surged through him, face burning.
“Yueyue, stop fooling around.” He looked away, forcing composure.
She burst out laughing, smug. “So, no experiment?”
“N-no.”
“Then how do we conclude? Capable, or not?”
His jaw clenched, clearly enduring.
She pressed further, “Reports need conclusions, you can’t—mmph!”
He silenced her with a kiss—rough, urgent, embarrassed.
“You bad girl—”
“If I’m bad, I won’t let you kiss me.” She dodged, teasing.
“Even worse now!” He pressed closer.
Shirt half undone, he chased her upstairs.
She ran, laughing, calling, “You look like a bandit blocking the road!”
“Then I’ll rob your beauty!”
She gaped. Professor, your image!
They circled the villa until she tired.
“Truce?”
“…Really?” He eyed her warily.
Then he noticed her dropped slipper, picked it up, handed it. “Wear it. The floor’s cold.”
She blinked at him, then took it.
So silly. Instead of ambushing her, he paused for her slipper.
And yet—she liked that silly, honest side.
But slippers slowed her. He caught her easily and showered her with kisses.
“You tricked me! Too sneaky!”
“So what if I did?” No excuses, no defense—just blunt affection.
“Mm… you even know how to breathe now?”
“Not fluent yet, need practice.”
“…” Yeah right!
At that moment—the front door opened.
Zhong Ziang stormed in, fuming. “Uncle, I swear, these internet café owners are a scam. Said all-night package but—”
He froze.
Blink.
“Jiang Fuyue? Why are you here?”
“…Why are you and my uncle hugging?!”
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Warning: Shura Field ahead!
