Chapter 110

Words : 952 Updated : Oct 3rd, 2025

"Nian, you're here." Seeing her return to class, Shen Qingtang greeted her with joy. Ji Nian walked over to her place, opened her backpack, and took out her things, placing them on Shen Qingtang's desk. "Today's kitchen made strawberry snow-topped milk pudding, which was delicious." "You have ballet class later, right? I saw that the ballet shoes you ordered arrived, so I brought them for you." Shen Qingtang exclaimed in surprise, "So fast! It's perfect for today's class. Thank you, Nian." She grinned. Actually, with new shoes, Shen Qingtang usually had to break them in before bringing them to the dance studio. But the fact that Nian took the initiative made her feel valued, and she was very happy. "I'll be very busy these days, and might even have to go out, so I won't have time to accompany you. If you're bored, go play with Gu Xiuyuan; I’ve already told him." At seven years old, saying such things might make adults laugh. But Shen Qingtang didn't think so. If Nian said she was busy, then she must be doing something very important. After giving instructions, she handed Shen Qingtang several bottles of new color-changing contact lenses. She also whispered a few words in her ear. Shen Qingtang listened and suddenly understood. "So that’s how you can do it," she quickly nodded. Afterward, Nian returned to her own seat. Before she even got close, she saw a large pile of snacks on her desk, causing her to hesitate for a moment. If it weren’t for the familiar spicy strip scent from her deskmate, she would have thought she had walked into the wrong seat. "Who put all this here?" She looked at her deskmate with confusion. Her deskmate, seeing her back, spoke crisply, "It was Yang Xinyu from Class 5, accompanied by a few others. They placed the snacks on your desk and even bowed toward your seat." More than a dozen children clasped their hands together and bowed in unison toward Nian’s seat, which stunned the other kids in the class. Nian was utterly confused. ??? However, the name Yang Xinyu sounded somewhat familiar. The round-eyed child sitting in front of Nian was eavesdropping. Seeing this, she turned around and said, "They were the students who almost got kidnapped... that time." This comment jogged Nian's memory. "But why are they bowing to me?" Seeing that Nian responded and engaged in conversation, the front-row student became excited and spoke faster: "My best friend is in their class." "They say that when they drank that magical beverage, which actually contained the bad guys’ poison," "They were supposed to be immobile, but a little yellow chicken that looked exactly like you suddenly appeared! It flapped its wings and gave them a big slap, and then they could move again." "Otherwise, they would have been kidnapped." Nian’s deskmate widened her eyes and turned to look at her in astonishment: "Wow... no wonder they’re bowing to you. You’re like a chicken god, Nian." "I don’t really understand..." She smiled apologetically at Chen Mo. Chen Mo patted her hair, finding the texture exactly the same as her mother’s; he used to love playing with his sister’s hair when he was a kid. "You’re still little, Nian, you’ll understand when you grow up." This was clearly just a line to humor a child but was filled with affection. Nian: [He called me Nian...] Having secured the crucial document, Nian carefully placed it in her backpack and said goodbye to Chen Mo. Chen Mo offered to accompany her to the school gate. While students had finished class, their teachers were still at work. As they walked silently to the school gate, Nian suddenly turned her head and said, "Uncle, can I visit you on weekends after my father gets better?" Chen Mo’s quiet demeanor wavered as his eyelashes fluttered. Looking at Nian again, he smiled. "Sure, I’ll bring flowers to pick you up." Nian smiled back: "Don’t bring broccoli, Uncle. My father will be mad." Chen Mo: Huh? Wei Yang was squatting beside the car, playing with a string, looping it between his fingers. On his right wrist, a plastic bag held a hot bowl of baked cold noodles. He had remembered this from Nian mentioning it accidentally, and had bought them before her school ended. When he saw Nian coming out, he casually threw the string aside. It happened to land on the shiny head of an elderly passerby. However, upon spotting Chen Mo beside Nian, the smile on Wei Yang’s face instantly vanished. He glared fiercely at Chen Mo like a fierce dog guarding its master. The two seemed to have an inexplicable antagonism. Chen Mo’s expression also cooled, not sparing so much as a glance for Wei Yang as he handed the backpack to Nian. "Go on, I’ll watch you get in the car." Nian nodded. But as soon as she took a step, her backpack fell into Wei Yang’s hands. Wei Yang glowered at Chen Mo before ushering Nian into the car. Seeing Wei Yang protectively clutch the backpack, extending his other hand before her to take the baked cold noodles, Nian coughed softly. "Umm... How’s Left One doing?" At the mention of business, Wei Yang’s pout vanished instantly and he turned serious. "Everything’s ready, we’ll be able to leave for Country O soon." If it were Ji Tingzhou, it might be a bit tricky to visit Country O during this sensitive period. But if it’s Nian, then things would be smooth sailing. After all, who would be wary of a seven-year-old girl? Some might even think Ji Tingzhou is leaving a weakness behind...

Chapter 110

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