【Hello, Master】(The End) 【Author: Yuan Yuan】

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Author: Yuan Yuan
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Prologue

She knew she was about to die.

She was terrified, her curled-up body trembling uncontrollably, her dark, grape-like eyes brimming with tears, her
ears straining to hear the whimpers of her companions beside her in fear.

Her sensitive hearing could hear screams and cries from further away; they were all afraid, but powerless to resist.

Tears finally streamed down her face, and she sobbed, her mind filled with thoughts of that person.

He always stroked her head, tenderly stroking her fur; he would hold her in his arms, giving her the best food
; when angry, he would pinch her and spank her bottom. When spanked,

she would flank in anger, struggling and fighting back, yet still carefully retracting her claws, afraid of
hurting him.

He was her world, her everything

. But she knew she would never see him again.

This terrified her more than death itself, and her tears flowed even more rapidly and abundantly. She felt the shaking around her intensify, and
she plummeted downwards, many things crashing down on her.

She whimpered in pain, feeling warm liquid welling up inside her. Her body grew cold with each passing pain, and then
she remembered the moment before they parted, when he held her in his arms.

His embrace was so warm, so dear to her.

"Little Cat Bai, be good. We'll see each other again in a few days. Remember, no naughtiness, or
your little bottom will suffer!"

Her grape-like eyes gradually lost their focus. In a daze, she only remembered that man's fierce growl,
yet his eyes held an unconditional tenderness

as he looked at her. She would never see that look again…

No! She didn't want to! She didn't want to die!

Her eyelids drooped, and before she succumbed to darkness, she only remembered him, and the unwavering resolve in her heart—

she didn't want to die.

Chapter One

: The moment you picked me up, you became my world.

At 2:20 PM, Bai Yao was woken up by a phone call. He frowned 　　and opened his

eyes impatiently. The heavy curtains blocked out
the sunlight , leaving the room still dim. He squinted at the electronic alarm clock on the bedside table; a quick glance revealed he'd only slept six hours. Not getting enough sleep made him even angrier— yes, he had a terrible temper when he woke up, and he was also very sensitive; once woken up, even if he was sleepy, he could fall back asleep. 　　With a grumpy, sleep-deprived face, Bai Yao angrily threw off the dark blue blankets, his muscular body exposed to the air. 　　He always slept naked. He pulled on his pajama bottoms from the back of the chair and walked out of the room shirtless. 　　The phone in the cupboard had stopped ringing; he didn't want to see who called. Barefoot on the light-colored wooden floor, he went into the kitchen, took out a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator, opened the cap, and drank directly from the bottle. 　　As he drank, his slender body lazily… Leaning against the refrigerator, his angle directly faced the white window of the apartment, where a light drizzle was falling. 　　Across the drizzle, a blonde girl stood. She wore a red umbrella, a pink polka-dot knitted cardigan and a brown skirt, and pink sneakers. Her eyes were unabashedly fixed on his window. 　　This had been going on for a week; the girl would appear at 2 PM and stand across the street until around 5 PM. 　　As an irregular night owl, how could he know? 　　It was simple: he'd been going to bed early and waking up early lately, but yesterday he'd been so engrossed in gaming that he hadn't gone to bed until 8 AM, and then, still half-asleep, he'd been woken up by that damned phone call 　　. Yawning, a few tears welling in his eyes, Bai Yao, looking utterly listless, continued watching the girl outside the window. 　　Regarding the girl's appearance, on the first day, he felt… It was strange, but he ignored it. The next day, he stroked his chin and walked to the door. His neighbor, an older woman, was watering her plants in the yard. He asked if she had seen the girl across the street 　　. The woman nodded, noticing the girl's gaze was fixed on Bai Yaoyi, her eyes burning with passion. She immediately suspected that the new neighbor, who had recently moved in, had taken advantage of the young girl. 　　The woman had a reason for this suspicion: the Asian man next door looked like a playboy, and didn't seem like a good person at all. 　　Bai Yaoyi ignored his neighbor's probing gaze. Having gotten his answer, he turned and went back inside. He was relieved to know he wasn't the only one who had seen the girl. 　　Then came the third day, the fourth day… The girl was still standing in the same spot, looking out his window. Whenever she noticed him watching her, her bright blue eyes would light up with excitement. He ignored her. 　　The situation was truly bizarre, but Bai Yao had always lacked curiosity. Since he hadn't suffered any loss, he ignored the girl's presence. 　　However, he was woken up today. He had originally planned to sleep until dark, but waking up so early left him wondering what to do. With nothing to do, he finally mustered his curiosity and started digging a few coins into his phone. Still half-asleep, he was in a bad mood and wanted to find some amusement to cheer himself up. 　　Holding a bottle of mineral water, he slowly walked towards the living room, while the girl's gaze followed him from outside the window. His phone, on the table, rang again. Bai Yao didn't want to answer at all. If nothing unexpected happened, the person calling him now was the same one who had woken him up— 　　he didn't have many friends, and even fewer people knew his phone number. Yes, he was the kind of reclusive homebody. 　　But thinking about the other person's personality—they would definitely call until he answered—he frowned, picked up his phone, pressed the answer button, and walked towards the window. 　　Bai Yao— A woman's shrill, angry roar came from the receiver, so piercing that Bai Yao immediately pulled the phone away. "You brat, what's wrong? Finally answering the phone?" 　　Compared to the woman's explosive voice, his reaction was indifferent. "Hmm!" He looked at the girl on the other end of the line.

The girl excitedly met his gaze. Even from ten meters away, he saw the girl had beautiful,
clear blue eyes, utterly pure.

"Don't give me that 'hmm,' I'm not interested in your constipation," his indifference clearly drove the woman on the phone even more
crazy .

"Oh!" Bai Yao casually changed his tone, his gaze continuing to scrutinize the girl.

She looked young, about eighteen or nineteen, and about 160cm tall—
rarely seen among Western girls. As for her figure… her breasts were probably only an A cup? Underdeveloped—Bai Yao concluded immediately,

rarely seeing a foreign girl with such a poor figure.

"Bai Yao…"

Bai Ya Mo, if you moan like that in bed, even a man would go soft. No wonder she's thirty and still unmarried.

[It's none of your business, even if she goes soft, I'll make them hard again.] Wait, why is she discussing hardness and softness with him?
Bai Ya Mo gasped. [Where's the manuscript?] "

Yes."

"No?!" Bai Yamo wanted to slam her fist on the table and scream. "Bai Yaoyi! Do you know you haven't submitted a manuscript in six months?
Are you going to leave the serialization blank? Do you know a bunch of people are waiting for your manuscript? The higher-ups are urging us. The fans
are waiting, do you know how busy I am?"

Faced with Bai Yamo's agitation, Bai Yaoyi replied coldly. "Then do you know I'm still in a period of mourning?"

Mourning you... Bai Yamo almost yelled it out. But she knew that if she yelled, her
younger brother would definitely hang up on her and block her calls. Yes,

unfortunately, she, Bai Yamo, was Bai Yaoyi's older sister, and that was bad enough, but the most tragic thing was—she
was also his editor!

From childhood, she had to tolerate her younger brother's difficult personality. Unexpectedly, in the workplace, she would also have to endure his
willfulness and unpleasantness.

Meanwhile, Bai Yaoyi is a cash cow for the publishing house. He excels at writing suspenseful mystery novels. One of his novels, "X," has been serialized
for five years , depicting the revenge process of a psychopathic genius. Each crime leaves behind an "X" mark and
a special number. A police officer has been relentlessly pursuing this genius, searching for the clues he leaves behind, solving
murder cases , and determined to bring him to justice.

Currently, it has reached its fifth installment, undergone numerous reprints and revisions, and sold millions of copies. Each publication sparks
heated . Of course, many female fans also fantasize about the two main characters and other characters in the book, even forming an online

forum dedicated to describing the love-hate relationship between the two protagonists.

How would Bai Yamo know? Of course, it was because she had joined the forum and excitedly
discussed it with those yaoi fans.

Although her younger brother was disliked by many, and she often felt like strangling him, she was also a huge
fan of his books.

She also desperately wanted to know about the genius's background, the reason for his revenge, and what
the relationship was between the genius and the police. Why did the genius leave the mystery to the police...? Many questions became more and more
exciting and suspenseful as the plot developed, making people look forward to the next installment.

But the author disappeared after publishing the fifth volume, and hadn't submitted a manuscript for a full six months. The higher-ups were pressing her, constantly asking
when Bai Yaoyi would submit the manuscript.

She wanted to know too!

But what could she do if the author was pretending to be dead? The reason for the author's pretense of death made her feel guilty and ashamed, and
she didn't even dare to speak loudly.

"Ah... ya," Bai Yamo softened her voice, speaking cautiously. "It's been half a year... This period of mourning
is too long, isn't it?

" "So?" Bai Yaoyi's voice turned cold.

Bai Yamo knew her younger brother was unhappy. She rubbed her temples, feeling that this couldn't go on, so she mustered
her courage .

"Or I'll buy a cat..."

"Bai Yamo."

"Don't hang up on me!" Bai Yamo quickly spoke up, afraid that Bai Yaoyi would actually block her call, and
quickly softened her stance. "Okay, okay, I'll pretend I misspoke, I'm sorry, alright?"

Bai Yaoyi snorted coldly,

relieved that he hadn't hung up on her. "Okay, I won't rush you with the manuscript, so what about the book signing event the publisher is holding next month
...

" "I'm not going." "

Please, even if you don't submit the manuscript, go to a book signing event! You never show your face, you don't even give photos, readers are
super curious about you, besides, you're not bad-looking, what are you afraid of?" Not only not bad-looking, but also with

the appearance of a bad man who could bring ruin to the country, which perfectly matched his annoying personality, yet there are still many stupid women blindly
infatuated with him—Bai Yamo silently grumbled in her heart.

"What are you curious about?" Bai Yaoyi asked, looking bored. He hated this kind of trouble. "They're looking at the book,
not my face. Do they know what I look like? Do they think reading my book will give men eczema or women
orgasms ?"

Bai Yamo was speechless, silenced by his sharp words.

"I'm hanging up now." Not wanting to waste any more words, Bai Yaoyi was about to hang up, but then he thought that she was his own
sister after all, so he shouldn't go too far. Before hanging up, he added, "I'll give you half next month."
Then he decisively turned off his phone.

He turned his head—oh!

He was startled by the face pressed against the glass.

The other person blinked and smiled at him, her azure eyes almost squinting with laughter.

She raised the paper bag in her right hand, and Bai Yaoyi recognized it as the paper bag from the bakery across the street—when did she
buy it ?

"Want lunch?" The girl blinked her big eyes, looking at him expectantly through the glass window.

Bai Yao was a very withdrawn person, not only withdrawn, but also sarcastic and difficult to get along with. He didn't have many friends, but
a lot of people disliked him.

According to Bai Yamo, if he were poor and destitute, no one would help him, but plenty of people would spit on him.

Of course, the chances of that were very low, because he was very good at making money. Not counting his investments in stocks and real estate,
the royalties alone were enough for him to live on for a lifetime.

The most shocking thing about him in his life was not that he wrote a novel—although that was also very strange, because Bai Yao
was very lazy. His wish was to be a panda, where he didn't have to do anything and would be fed and protected.

Writing a book was just a product of his boredom. However, Bai Yamo saw it and published it, and
it became a bestseller. Then he inexplicably became a bestselling author, and Bai Yamo tragically became his editor, because of the publishing...
The publisher thought siblings were easier to communicate with—what a load of rubbish! Bai Yaoyi was never a good communicator.

Then Bai Yamo saw his studio and published it, and it became a bestseller. He inexplicably became a bestselling author, while
Bai Yamo tragically became his editor, all because the publisher thought siblings were easier to communicate with—what
a load of rubbish ! Bai Yaoyi was never a good communicator.

If she could live her life again, Bai Yamo would never do such a stupid thing again.
Being shortened her life by thirty years!

The above is Bai Yamo's tearful history, but that's not the point. Getting back to the point
, what was the most shocking thing that happened to Bai Yaoyi in his life?

The answer is: raising a cat.

And, moreover, a kitten he tied up on the street.

When the Bai family learned that the usually heartless and annoying Bai Yaoyi had actually picked up a kitten and brought it
home, they thought, "Is the end of the world coming? Should we start stockpiling food?"

A whole month passed, and the world was still beautiful. The stock price hadn't plummeted, and the kitten Bai Yaoyi had taken in was still
alive and well-cared for.

The kitten was about three months old, with gray tabby stripes, a white belly, a round head, and deep
grape-purple eyes. It was incredibly cute, and after a month, its frail body had gained a little weight. It was also very attached to Bai
Yaoyi

. Then, when Bai Yamo visited Bai Yaoyi's house, she found cat litter, cat food, yarn balls…? A whole bunch of cat
supplies, and the cat was even sleeping on Bai Yaoyi's bed.

Bai Yamo felt this wasn't the end of the world, but rather that her brother had been possessed by a ghost—Bai Yaoyi wasn't just reclusive, he was
also a clean freak

! Keeping a cat was unbelievable, but letting it sleep on his bed? How could that be possible? And was she seeing things?
Her brother was actually picking up the kitten and scratching its chin with his finger?

The gray tabby kitten was comfortably half-closing its eyes, meowing softly, while Bai Yaoyi's lips were curled up,
seemingly in a very good mood.

Oh… he'd never been this gentle, not even with his ex-girlfriends.

Bai Yamo thought, how tragic that her brother's poor girlfriends couldn't compare to a cat in his heart! But
the most tragic thing was for her, because she was refused when she went to ask for her manuscript, the reason being that his cat was unwell and he wasn't in the mood to write.

And that pair of cats—with Bai Yaoyi's lazy personality, how could he possibly think of a name for them? So the gray tabby cat
was named Little Cat—Bai Yaoyi raised it for three years, taking it almost everywhere, buying it delicious food and toys,
spoiling rotten, making everyone astonished and unable to believe that Bai Yaoyi would one day become a cat slave.

However, all of this disappeared six months ago. It all started when Bai Yaoyi complained that her younger brother lived too far away. Every time she needed to contact someone, she
had to fly all the way from Paris to New York. So she relentlessly pestered Bai Yaoyi to move to Paris, even
finding him an apartment and buying all the furniture. All she wanted was for him to move in.

Bai Yaoyi complained for months until Bai Yaoyi finally couldn't take it anymore and agreed to move. He did
n't ; he just wanted Bai Yaoyi to give him some peace and quiet. Otherwise, if that woman continued her nagging, he would definitely strangle her, disregarding family ties.

When he moved, his cat naturally went with him. The cat's immigration process was complicated, so Bai Yaoyi
handled it . After everything was arranged, the cat flew to Paris first, and Bai Yaoyi set off three days later. Of course, Bai Yaoyi went to
the airport to pick up the cat first.

But then, the cat's plane crashed. This left Bai Yaoyi utterly devastated, almost going crazy,
while Bai Yaoyi felt incredibly guilty. This is the origin of the mourning period.

Although Bai Yaoyi still moved to Paris, Bai Yamo didn't have the guts to visit in person, only daring to call.

Bai Yaoyi knew, of course, that the plane crash wasn't Bai Yamo's fault, but if that woman hadn't been causing trouble, how could
the kitten have gotten on the plane, and how could the accident have happened? So initially, he was completely unfriendly to Bai Yamo. It wasn't until two months
later that he finally answered Bai Yamo's calls, leaving her with nothing but manuscripts—no way!

He was finally satisfied after making that woman suffer for half a year; after all, she was his sister, and he couldn't hold a grudge forever. Actually,
he had already started writing the sixth volume of "X," and had already written a third of it.

As for getting another cat, Bai Yaoyi had no intention of doing so. In his heart, no cat could compare to a kitten, and besides,
he wasn't someone who would keep pets; that gray tabby cat was an accident.

And the blonde girl in front of him was also an accident—how could he have let her in? Drinking his coffee, Bai Yaoyi
was surprised by his own unusual behavior.

Moreover, looking at the coffee in his hand, it was a caramel macchiato, which was exactly what he liked. He didn't like
the bitterness of coffee, so he didn't often... Even his family didn't know that caramel macchiato was his favorite coffee,

because usually only young girls would drink such creamy and sweet coffee. Bai Yaoyi was generally perceived
as mean, difficult, and a bit of a chauvinist; how could he possibly drink something as cute as caramel
macchiato ? Black coffee was more in line with his dark heart.

Bai Yaoyi looked at the coffee, then at the girl. Could this be a coincidence?

Noticing Bai Yaoyi's scrutinizing gaze, the girl took out a pineapple bread from her bag, held it out to him with both hands
, and looked at him with ingratiating blue eyes.

Another coincidence. Bai Yaoyi only ever ate pineapple bread; he hated any bread with fillings,
and the crispy outside and soft inside texture of pineapple bread was exactly his preferred taste.

Two coincidences—was it still a coincidence?

"You investigated me?" As a mystery novelist, it was understandable that he was suspicious—but he quickly
reached for the pineapple bread; having just woken up, he was indeed a little hungry.

Investigation? The word made the girl blink, think for a moment, and then decide to ask. "What do
you mean by investigation?"

Hmm, Bai Yao wasn't surprised by the girl's answer; suspects usually play dumb and deny it. He pulled up
a chair, his teeth digging into his bread, and sized up the girl while munching on it.

Up close, the girl's features were clearer than they were ten meters from the window. Her figure was equally unremarkable, her shoulder-length
blonde hair curled slightly inwards, and beneath her thin, straight bangs, her bright blue eyes were the most striking feature.
A small nose, full lips—well, lips suitable for kissing. Her face wasn't beautiful, just pretty—not his type;
he was only interested in the glamorous and hot type.

Yes, he's the kind of superficial man who only cares about appearances and has a penchant for strong flavors.

Bai Yaoyi completely lacked any sense of obligation to those who offer him food; while inwardly cursing, his mouth didn't stop, and his hands...
He finished the bread in a few bites. Seeing he'd finished, those soft little hands offered him a second one.

"There's more here," she said, adding a flattering look and smile.

That look… Bai Yao felt it was very familiar, and the girl's voice was soft, like freshly boiled malt sugar.
No man could resist such a look and voice, because it satisfied a man's shallow, vain vanity.

Well, this girl must be one of his admirers. He'd encountered many such
admirers was too young; he wasn't interested in little girls.

Taking the bread again, Bai Yao unwrapped it. For the sake of the food, he decided to honestly tell
the little girl, "Little sister, you're not my type."

The little girl blinked and nodded. "I know. Men's type is women who wear heavy makeup, have big breasts,
a slim waist and a full bottom. She knows men's preferences very well.

Oh? Very self-aware, huh?"

Bai Yaoyi was very satisfied, took a bite of bread, and then honestly told him, "So it's impossible for us."

Impossible... The little girl frowned cutely, clearly thinking hard, then
stared straight at Bai Yaoyi. "Why?"

Bai Yaoyi raised an eyebrow, his eyes looking down, and the little girl followed—looking at her flat chest.

Then, their eyes moved upwards together, meeting.

"Got it?" Bai Yaoyi patted her head, her smooth golden hair soft and fine, very nice to touch.

The little girl squinted slightly, not backing away, but instead leaning forward, rubbing against his big hand, like a cat.

This reminded Bai Yaoyi of a certain gray tabby cat, who acted like this when she was being affectionate, always
rubbing her round head against him.

Bai Yaoyi quickly withdrew his hand. The little girl blinked, looking at him with a puzzled expression. That look seemed to haunt him; why
couldn't he stop touching her?

Looking into the girl's eyes, Bai Yaoyi was momentarily lost in thought, finally realizing why he had let the girl into his house—
because of her eyes.

On a cold, rainy day, when he saw the little gray cat abandoned on the road, that little gray cat
had looked at him with innocent and pure eyes. Then, when he came to his senses, that little gray cat was already in his house.

That was the first unexpected event in his life, and irreplaceable. But because of a certain woman, that unexpected event
disappeared…

Bai Yaoyi's face darkened completely; his mood soured again. He decided not to give any manuscripts next month.

Sensing the man's emotions, because his sour face was so obvious, the girl blinked. "Are you
angry ?"

"What do you think?" Bai Yaoyi finished his bread, tied the plastic bag in a knot, threw it in the trash can, and then drank
his coffee in one gulp. "You should go."

He was in a bad mood and didn't have time to deal with her. "Go back to your post across the street!" It didn't
matter how long she stood there; he was annoyed just looking into her eyes.

Yes, Bai Yaoyi was that kind of emotional, difficult man.

"But there's still one pineapple bread." Completely ignoring his rudeness, the girl took out
a loaf of bread from the paper bag and eagerly handed it to him.

Bai Yaoyi stared at the bread, then looked at the girl, who immediately smiled at him, completely unaffected by his bad
expression and attitude.

Anyone with a sense of shame would feel guilty or ashamed in this situation, but Bai Yaoyi wasn't one of those people.
He just thought this girl was clueless and stupid .

He didn't mind being the bad guy and letting the girl know that this tactic didn't work on him, and besides, he was in a terrible mood and just
wanted to vent his anger on someone.

He reached out to knock the bread out of her hand, but his phone rang inconveniently, interrupting Bai Yaoyi
's action.

The girl looked down and pulled a thin, pink cell phone from her pocket. A woman's
angry voice came clearly from the receiver.

The girl mumbled softly,

"I'm going home."

"Remember to finish your food!"

"Okay...I know, um...no need, I'll be right back."

Reluctantly, she uttered this, glancing at Bai Yao's outstretched right hand.

Seemingly unable to bear the sharp voice, she frowned and decisively hung up.

Thinking he wanted bread, she grasped his large hand with her small, white hand, placed the bread in his hand,

added a smile, then walked to the door, picked up the red umbrella by the door, turned back to the man,
her blue eyes curving, "I'll come again tomorrow, bye," and blew him a kiss.

Bai Yao was stunned for the first time, staring blankly as the girl left. Before he could even retaliate with his sharp words, she was gone,
happily gone.

For the first time in his life, he felt like he had actually lost.

This feeling…it was fucking infuriating.

Chapter Two:

Cat Ownership Rules, Rule One:

If you are a man, treat it like the piece of meat down there; if you are a woman, treat it
like the two mounds of meat on top. Love it as you love your flesh.

Bai Yao frowned, looking at the two lines of text on the computer, then at the little bundle of flesh wrapped in a towel on the table. The little
bundle was making soft meowing sounds, its grape-sized eyes gazing at him with dependence…Damn it, “
What trouble has he gotten himself into?”

Jill Anderson was an anomaly in her family. She couldn't speak until she was five, and was later diagnosed with
intellectual disability, her mental age remaining at that of a five-year-old for life. Coupled with autism, her thinking ability was destined to remain
at a child's level.

Some autistic children may have a certain talent, becoming geniuses in a particular field, but Jill Anderson
had none of that. She had the mental age of a five-year-old, and always… She would often huddle alone in a corner, sometimes staring blankly at a single flower
for an entire day.

The Anderson family, with a century-long history in British high society, prides itself on its noble lineage. They have
some connection to the royal family, and their Anderson Group ranks among the top 100 in Forbes' wealth rankings. The family is full of
handsome men and beautiful women; those who didn't join the family business have become doctors, lawyers, or academics,
holding .

Each generation is considered eugenic, possessing excellent genes, family background, and appearance;
even if their children aren't geniuses, they are highly intelligent future talents.

Jill Anderson, however, was a stark exception. Her parents were both exceptionally beautiful and intelligent, and
her three older siblings were all handsome and beautiful, having skipped grades at a young age and earned the admiration of many

. Jill Anderson, though possessing beautiful blonde hair and bright blue eyes, had an extremely ordinary appearance: a
small face, large blue eyes beneath double eyelids, a delicate nose, and full lips… combined to create a
plain, unremarkable face, completely unlike anyone else in the Anderson family.

The diagnosis of intellectual disability further devastated the Andersons. They couldn't accept that their
youngest daughter was not only autistic but also destined to have the mental capacity of a five-year-old. This would not only invite
ridicule , but such a child would also inevitably be bullied.

In large families, intrigue and power struggles are common; for profit and status,
even can betray each other.

Whether it was their inability to accept their daughter's intellectual disability or their desire to protect her from bullying, the Andersons
decided to keep their youngest daughter away from England. When she was ten, they sent her to
Paris , where she was cared for by her elderly nanny, who suffered from heart disease.

Their residence was near the west bank of the Seine

, in an upscale residential area, quiet and elegant, with rows of white luxury villas, each with a small
courtyard and a robust security system. Police patrolled every three hours

to ensure the community's safety.

Besides the nanny, Emma, there was a maid, Susan, and Susan's husband, Paul, who served as both driver and gardener
. The three of them took care of Jill's daily needs.

Jill was easy to care for; she was quiet, almost never speaking, and could spend an entire day engrossed in a storybook,
or digging in the grass with a small shovel, watching ants carry things… Caring for her was simpler than raising a pet.

The three maids in the house doted on the little girl, especially Emma, who practically raised Jill. Since
Jill went to Paris, the Anderson family rarely visited her, as if they had forgotten her existence. This made Emma

feel heartbroken for the poor child.

Knowing that Jill was still very young, Emma was extremely protective of her, watching over her every move and instructing her
not to run around unless accompanied by family members.

However, Jill was not difficult to care for. Unless they took her out shopping, her domain was limited
to the small courtyard.

For nine years in Paris, Jill's life remained unchanged. She lived in her own world and enjoyed
her own happiness.

But all of this changed six months ago.

One afternoon six months ago, Jill was in the courtyard, digging at flowers with a small shovel. Paul saw her
squatting there obediently and knew that his young lady wouldn't run around. Seeing that the grass in the yard had grown too long, he went to the tool shed in the back to get
the lawnmower.

As Paul stepped out of the tool shed, he heard the screech of brakes and screams from the front yard. Startled,
he ran to the yard and saw his mistress lying on the ground, hit by a car. He was terrified.

How could she have run out of the yard? And in the residential area, who the hell was speeding?

The commotion attracted Emma and Susan from inside the house. Seeing that it was their mistress who had been hit, the two women
nearly fainted. They rushed her to the hospital.

The doctor said that the mistress only had superficial injuries, but the serious problem was a head injury. If she didn't wake up within two days,
they should be prepared.

Both women burst into tears. Susan scolded her husband for not watching their mistress properly, and Paul was filled with regret.
How could have left his mistress alone in the yard?

Emma, however, remained strong. She called England to tell her husband and wife that their mistress had been in an accident, but
the servants said that they had gone on a business trip and couldn't contact them. Emma left a message
and stayed at the hospital to take care of her mistress.

All three were mentally prepared, but they were surprised and delighted that the young lady woke up that night. Even
the doctor said it was a miracle.

Emma excitedly hugged the young lady, crying and shouting, "Baby, you scared your nanny to death! "

Jill, with her head wrapped in gauze, stared blankly at the old woman hugging her, then at the
man and woman , and finally spoke.

"You..." Huh? Jill stopped speaking.

"What's wrong, young lady? What do you want to say?" Emma asked anxiously, "Are you feeling unwell? Or is
your head hurting Tell your nanny quickly

." Jill didn't speak. She stared at the wrinkled face in front of her, then slowly frowned, her eyes
looking down at her hands, finally noticing something strange.

She opened her palms, her white and slender fingers, looking at them from any angle, they were all hands, no hair, no claws, no
fleshy growths.

She moved her outstretched hands up to touch her face, soft and tender, and, moreover, no hair, no
beard .

Hmm... Jill. Anderson's face scrunched up.

The three people beside him were alarmed.

"Miss, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Susan hurriedly patted her husband's hand. "
Paul, quickly call the doctor!

" "Okay," Paul rushed out of the ward.

"Baby, what's wrong? Don't scare your nanny!" Emma's eyes were red with worry, afraid that the young lady's brain had been
damaged.

Jill didn't speak, but her brows were furrowed and her lips were tightly pressed together. She was very confused and deep in
thought.

At this moment, the doctor was pulled in by Paul. "Doctor, look at my young lady, something's wrong with her," Paul
said anxiously.

The doctor walked unhurriedly to the bedside. Just as he was about to reach out to examine the patient, the patient's eyes turned,
her bright blue eyes narrowing and staring at him.

Hmm... As a seasoned doctor who had experienced all kinds of patients and situations, the doctor
stopped with a sense of unease.

Because the patient's eyes clearly held a murderous intent.

But the girl in front of him was only nineteen years old, her slender figure was nothing to fear, what was he afraid of?

The doctor coughed lightly and gave a reassuring smile. "Don't be afraid, I'm just checking her."

Check?

Jill remembered the times she had been examined by people in white coats—usually they would hold her down and then give her
an injection .

That injection must have been excruciatingly painful, making her scream in agony.

Her face darkened further, her eyes flashing with murderous intent as she stared at the doctor's hand, then looked up at his
eyes .

The message was clear: touch her and you'd be left with nothing but her hand!

The doctor hesitated, then decisively withdrew his hand, coughed lightly, and
said to the three people watching him, "Don't worry, the patient is doing very well." With such good spirits and such a strong murderous aura, he wouldn't die.

"He'll stay in the hospital for a few more days for observation. If Yi Si is alright, he can be discharged." The girl's gaze was too
sharp ; the doctor didn't dare linger and hurriedly left.

Seeing the doctor in white flee, Jill, victorious, smirked triumphantly. She looked at the three people before her,
thought for a moment, and slowly spoke. "Don't worry, I'm fine."

These words startled the three men, who stared at Jill in shock.

"Miss, you…?" Susan gasped, speechless with fright.

"Baby…" Emma also looked at her mistress in surprise.

"Doctor...doctor..." Paul's voice trembled as he tried to call the doctor again.

Jill frowned at them, wondering why their expressions were so distorted. "What's wrong with you?"

It was another normal question.

Good heavens...the three of them were almost breathless.

The young lady was very quiet. She didn't talk often; she usually just nodded or shook her head, or replied with a single syllable. She had never spoken so normally
before .

"Oh," Emma cried with emotion, wanting to hug the young lady tightly, but afraid of touching her wounds and
hurting her.

"Oh my god!" Paul murmured in surprise, while Susan covered her
mouth, speechless.

This was incredible news! The young lady had survived the car accident, and her mind had actually improved; she was no longer a mentally challenged five-year-old
.

This news filled them with both surprise and joy. When they wanted to tell the master and mistress about this good news after Jill was discharged from the hospital,
they discovered that although the young lady's mind had improved, her behavior had become strange.

First, the young lady went to the bookstore and brought back a stack of books, all by the same author; they were
familiar with this author—a world-renowned bestselling author, and Paul was a devoted reader of this author.

Then, the young lady asked Paul to look up the author's address, which immediately puzzled Paul.

"Miss, this 'One' has always been mysterious. He doesn't even give us his real name, let alone a photo. He only uses
the pen name 'One.' Readers only know he's from the East; nothing else.

The publishing house is very secretive about him. How could anyone possibly find out?"

Jill thought for a moment. She understood his picky nature; this was indeed putting Paul in a difficult position. She
accepted Paul's explanation, nodded, and didn't ask for anything more. Paul breathed a sigh of relief.

But the young lady's strangeness didn't stop there. She started watching TV, loved going out, and wouldn't allow anyone to follow
her. Her temper became willful and easily angered. She also became picky about food, completely different from before when she would eat anything given to her
.

Now, the young lady loved seafood, especially fish; she liked pink things, especially Hello
Kitty ; her eyes were bright and lively, always darting around, as if she was always plotting something; she didn't like
to talk to people much, and when she was angry, she would squint her eyes—being looked at with that kind of gaze was unsettling;
she didn't like repeating the same thing twice. She's also impatient.

She loves colorful things, especially the mouthless Hello Kitty. Her eyes are bright and lively, always darting around, as if
she's plotting something.

However, a lively young lady is better than a quiet one, so although she's become less
approachable than before, Emma and the others are still very happy about the change.

And as the saying goes, "a habit becomes a habit," and after a while, knowing her flaws, they all went along with her.
Basically .

But recently, her whereabouts have become a complete mystery. She goes out at noon and doesn't return until around six in the evening. When asked
where she's been, she won't say, and if asked any further, she gets angry.

At first, they didn't think too much of it, but after several days, Emma became worried. She's
always been very protective of her young lady, plus... The incident with her daughter in the car vortex made Emma even more anxious about her, constantly worried that her daughter might
have met some bad friends or been deceived.

Because of her concern, Emma decided not to let her daughter go out, but the daughter was no longer the obedient girl she used to be.

She wouldn't listen to Emma and would sneak out when Emma wasn't looking. By the time Emma discovered it, she
was already gone.

Emma was both angry and anxious, and immediately called her daughter's cell phone to tell her to come back. Although the daughter's temper and patience had worsened,
she still listened to Emma. There was no way around it; Emma was too good at nagging, able to nag her for
hours on end. Emma wasn't tired, but she was afraid.

However, obeying and coming home didn't mean she wouldn't sneak out again.

Early the next morning, the people in the house... Before even getting out of bed, Jill put on a pink short-sleeved shirt and light-colored denim shorts, the t-
shirt featuring a large heart print. She then slipped on a white light jacket, pink leopard-
print sneakers, and a small Hello Kitty bag slung across her shoulder. She combed her hair a few times in front of the vanity mirror,
then wrinkled her nose at her reflection before tiptoeing downstairs and quickly slipping out the door.

Before leaving, to avoid worrying them, she left a note saying she would be home before six.

As she closed the door, Jill and Anderson smiled happily. She walked briskly towards the Seine
.

Along the Seine, near the river, stood a row of old houses, clearly steeped in history; the original red brick walls
had long since crumbled and settled, revealing ancient... The neighborhood bears the marks of time.

Yet, the environment isn't chaotic; it's clean and quiet. There's a subway station nearby, and a large supermarket
and convenience store around the corner, making daily shopping very convenient. There's also a bakery in the residential area, filling the air with the aroma of
bread .

The residents all know each other well, having been neighbors for a long time, so their relationships are quite good. They'll chat when they bump into each other
. Since they're all familiar with each other, if a stranger comes along, they'll give them a once-over—no harm intended,
just pure curiosity.

What they talk about most in recent years is their new neighbor who moved in six months ago. He's a young
Asian man, and incredibly handsome—his bad-boy looks are quite striking to these women nearing fifty.
Their hearts were pounding.

This Asian man was anything but friendly; cold and

aloof, he showed no interest in being a good neighbor, and rarely went out. When he did,
it was usually to a large supermarket or a bakery for a bag of bread.

"Oh, Asian men usually only buy pineapple bread," the bakery owner said.

A new neighbor suddenly appearing in a quiet residential area naturally aroused curiosity, especially since this new neighbor almost
never left his house . Before moving in, the house had been renovated, and after moving in, he hadn't been seen going to work.
And with that kind of appearance, it was no wonder he was causing a stir.

They thought he was probably some rich young master, but why would a rich young master live in an old neighborhood like theirs?

The final conclusion was that he was probably some rich young master who had offended a gangster, which was why he was hiding
here, afraid to go out for fear of being found by the gangsters.

Then, as their curiosity about the new neighbor faded, a little girl appeared, standing on the street every day,
staring at the new neighbor's house.

Oh… they had a new topic to discuss.

The little girl looked quite young, her innocent appearance clearly showing she was a pitiful child deceived by a bad man.
Thinking of the appearance of the Eastern man, everyone nodded in agreement,

shaking their heads or giving him a disdainful look as they passed the new neighbor's house.

The man, of course, was unaware of the neighbors' comments; otherwise, even if he knew, he wouldn't care. He always lived
in his own world, and the opinions of others were like fleeting clouds, insignificant to him, as long as they didn't disturb

his peaceful life.

However, things are unpredictable, and someone with a tiger's beard always appears…

At six o'clock in the morning, the doorbell rang. The person pressing the doorbell was petite, with beautiful blonde hair, slender, fair legs beneath
denim shorts, and her right foot, clad in pink leopard-print sneakers, tapped lightly on the ground

. A minute passed, and the door remained closed.

He kept tapping the doorbell with his index finger, this time pressing it three times. Another minute passed, and still no response. His right foot, which had been tapping the doorbell
, grew impatient, and he pressed the doorbell even harder.

This time, the door opened in less than a minute.

"Damn it! Who the hell is it? It's not even dawn yet, what are you yelling about! I'll fuck your mother!" The man, with messy hair and
wearing only black briefs, had a lean, strong physique and a sexy, muscular abs that were

enough to make anyone drool. However, his gloomy face betrayed his extremely bad mood.

Facing the man's anger, Jill Anderson smiled brightly, a stark contrast to his ugly expression.
"Good morning, Hai.

Fuck your good morning! "

Bai Yaoyi's face was dark. Not having slept enough had made him furious, and being woken up only fueled his anger. His bloodshot
eyes glared at the girl.

Jill held up the paper bag in her hand, still smiling. "Want breakfast?"

The man's reply was a slam as he closed the door.

Jill rang the doorbell again, and Bai Yaoyi heard the piercing sound before he even stepped into the room.

Damn it! He had to unplug that damn doorbell.

He angrily flung open the door again, but before Bai Yao could even utter a curse, Jill spoke first.

"Don't be angry, don't close the door, or I'll keep ringing the doorbell." She
silently thought , "I'll keep you from sleeping."

Bai Yao squinted slightly; this threat was ridiculously idiotic. He crossed his arms and coldly raised an eyebrow. "I can
call the police ,"

Jill said after a moment's thought, giving him an innocent smile. "But then you'll have to wait for the police, get questioned, and it'll be
a hassle. We'll have to go to the police station together. Are you sure you want that?"

No, he didn't want to, because he hated trouble.

Staring at the girl, Bai Yao thought for three seconds, and had to admit that the girl had hit him where it hurt. Her childish
threat had made him yield.

Most importantly, he hadn't slept enough, leaving his head throbbing and no energy to think.

Bai Yao stepped back, not closing the door, and walked to the sofa, casually lying down, closing his eyes, and
covering his eyelids with his right elbow.

He was exhausted and too lazy to deal with this brat. Besides, why should a grown man like him be afraid of a snot-nosed little
girl ? Let her in if she wants; he wanted to know what she was up to.

Seeing the man let her in, Jill curled her lips into a smile, gently closed the door, and followed Bai Yao. She watched
him lie on the sofa, not bothering him, and placed the paper bag she was carrying on the table. She then took out

a bottle of milk from the bag.

The milk was already cold, so she naturally went to the kitchen. Seeing several clean glasses on the counter,
she picked one up, poured the milk into it, and went to the microwave. She remembered that heating

milk for half a minute was enough.

With a ding, the milk was heated.

She held the hot milk, took a sip, leaving a milky white mark on her upper lip, and then, while drinking the milk, looked around at her
surroundings.

An open-plan air conditioning system, a simple black and white color scheme, and a piano-lacquered black bar counter separating the living room from the kitchen. In
the living room there was an L-shaped beige sofa, and in front of a large LCD TV on a black glass rectangular table,
with cabinets below filled with various movie DVDs.

A treadmill and several exercise machines were in one corner of the living room, and to the right was a sink. Two rooms were
adjacent; she guessed one was the master bedroom and the other a study.

Jill walked to the TV, where a photo frame sat. She picked it up; inside was a
gray tabby cat curled up on the sofa, its head drooping on its front paws, its eyes fixed on the camera lens, intently watching
the person taking its picture. "Hey, the person lying on the sofa spoke up, their elbows down from their eyelids, their dark eyes looking at her

displeased ." She put the photo frame down. 　　Jill placed the frame back down, turned to look at him, and smiled slightly. "Aren't you going to sleep?" The question sounded like a question tinged with doubt, yet also hid a hint of mischief. 　　Bai Yao didn't reply, his face dark . 　　He was always sensitive, and once he was woken up, it was hard for him to fall back asleep, even if he was damn tired! He sat up. His skin was fair from not being in the sun often, but he was definitely not thin. His strong and muscular body rippled with his movements, and his perfect and sexy muscle lines were extremely alluring. The huge muscles encased in his bullet-shaped underwear were extremely eye-catching.

A normal woman would swallow hard at the sight, a young girl would blush and her heart would race, but Jill… showed no reaction
whatsoever .

She'd seen men without underwear countless times; she was used to it. Because of her youth
, she remained unfazed by Bai Yaoyi's nakedness, showing not a trace of shyness.

The girl's ease made Bai Yaoyi scratch his chin. He knew his own charm well. Seeing that the girl
didn't , and that her eyes were fixed on him without embarrassment or avoidance, only pure gaze

, like a pair of grape-like eyes from his memory…

just like yesterday, because of that look, he'd let her into his house, and because of that look,
he'd been reminded of a certain cat, which had irritated him.

And now, the same look stirred something soft within him, like being tickled by a cat toy.
In short, his gloomy expression softened slightly, but he still didn't smile.

After all, his morning grumpiness from being woken up still left him in a bad mood.

"First you stood guard all day, and now you're disturbing me this early in the morning, little girl, what gives you the courage,
huh?"

"Jill. Anderson." Jill smiled, her blue eyes sparkling. "My name."

However, she preferred her old name.

Her azure eyes looked at the man almost eagerly. She nearly couldn't contain her impulse, but she
forced herself to hold back, knowing that if she spoke, he would definitely kick her out

and never want to see her again.

She knew him, knew his stubbornness, and knew that in a certain area of his heart, no one was allowed to joke or be vulgar
, like a gray tabby kitten in a picture frame.

So, she swallowed her impulse, her eyes darting around like a cunning cat's. "I am your loyal
reader."

These words finally made Bai Yaoyi frown. "What did you say?"

"'Yi'." She uttered his pen name, then repeated—"I am your loyal reader."

Bai Yaoyi's face darkened again. "How did you know? Who told you?"

Jill blinked, looking innocent and naive. "Of course I have my own channels."

Bai Yao swore, immediately grabbed his phone from the table, pressed the power button, and quickly dialed a
number . As soon as the call connected, he roared

, "Bai Yamo!" "You! Did you reveal my address? Or did you post my picture?
" "No, Bai Yamo doesn't have that kind of guts." "You don't have a spy around you, do you?"

"Huh?" Bai Yamo, still half asleep, was inexplicably bombarded by her younger brother. As a member of the Bai family,
she was also very grumpy in the morning. "

What time did you go to sleep? Do you think I'm idle?" "Are you crazy writing books? If you have time to fantasize, hand in
your manuscript, I'm telling you..."

"What the hell are you doing so early in the morning? Do you know what I did yesterday

?!" *Smack!* Bai Yaoyi decisively shut down his phone.

It seemed the leaker wasn't Bai Yamo, so who was it?

Bai Yaoyi's mind raced, trying to think of anyone who might have betrayed him. He didn't know many people;
only his family knew he was writing a book, and they weren't so idle as to gossip. Bai Yaoyi wasn't just sharp-tongued; he was
also incredibly vengeful. Only someone with nothing better to do would provoke him.

He ran through the names in his mind, but no one seemed suspicious. Then it was Jill.
How know?

Bai Yaoyi cautiously observed the girl, his eyes filled with inquiry.

Jill still smiled sweetly, her blue eyes innocent and pure, yet subtly cunning. She licked
her little tiger teeth, thinking

... *Hehe, I...* "I know more than just this, Master.

Chapter Three:

All the cunning is just to get your attention.

So please don't hate me.

For seven consecutive days, Jill Anderson successfully entered the great writer Bai's house, while Bai Yaoyi's face grew uglier
each day .

He had tried unplugging the doorbell, but the girl somehow got his number. He
was irritable , especially with a little brat bothering him, which made him even more frantic. He angrily pressed the answer button

, but before he could roar out any words, a casual remark came from the other end of the line

: "I think the media or readers must be very interested in the mysterious 'One.' I wonder
how much 'One's' address can sell for?"

Bai Yaoyi scoffed at this clumsy threat. It's not like he can't move!

"Oh, right, the other party seemed to remember something and casually added, 'One's
sexy photos wearing only bullet underwear will surely drive many female readers crazy, right?'"

What?

Quickly tossing his phone aside, Bai Yao strode to the door, forcefully pulling it open. He was so angry he forgot he was only wearing
his underwear.

Jill stared at the bullet-shaped underwear covering his manhood, silently thinking: "Hmm, this time it's not black,
it's red..."

Her face still maintained a smile, holding a thin pink phone in her hand, her blue eyes slightly curved as she
greeted . "Good morning, Hai."

"How did you get my picture?" Bai Yao gritted his teeth, suppressing the irrational urge to roar, forcing himself to calmly
ask.

*Click!*

The girl's answer was simple; she directly raised her phone to take a picture, then smiled innocently, "Isn't
this it?"

Bai Yao was stunned—feeling like an idiot, staring at the phone in the girl's hand. He quickly reached out, and
the girl readily handed him her phone.

"Hey, I'll delete the photo." Jill was very generous; the Hello Kitty on the pink phone
smiled .

Bai Yaoyi's hand, which was about to snatch the phone, paused. A detective's rich sense of reason and suspicion surfaced—the criminal's compliance
must be part of a conspiracy. His dark eyes, which were fixed on the phone, became wary.

Jill shrugged, nonchalantly. "Anyway, I've already sent the photos to my email." "

...Never before has Bai Yaoyi hated the advancement of technology as much as I do now."

Jill shook the paper bag in her hand, her slightly raised smile so sweet that someone wanted to slam the door and knock the smile off her face.

"Want some breakfast?" Jill smiled sweetly.

Bai Yao didn't speak, but silently closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then turned away.

Jill calmly stepped into the house, a smug glint in her blue eyes.

Then, Bai Yao's peaceful life was over. For seven consecutive days, Miss Anderson
came to his door around six o'clock every morning. He initially felt sleep-deprived, then gradually adjusted to a normal sleep schedule.

By the fifth day, his biological clock even consistently woke him around six o'clock, just in time to hear the doorbell
ring .

Honestly, he had never hated his fragile and sensitive nerves as much as he did now.

Bai Yao lay on the sofa with a sour face, legs tucked in. He was naked except for shorts, a comic book in his hand,
ignoring the intruder.

However, the other woman seemed quite content. She sat on the floor, hugging a beanbag chair, snacks in her hand
, happily watching TV, occasionally letting out a laugh.

Bai Yaoyi patiently forced himself to focus on the comic, but the noise from the television kept distracting him
. It was incredibly loud—

the yellow sponge on the screen kept repeating its loud laughter. His patience was wearing thin, and
the other viewers were laughing hysterically… all of this was just noise to Bai Yaoyi! Just as

Jill was getting into an exciting part, the television suddenly went black. She blinked and turned to see Bai
Yaoyi tossing the remote control onto the sofa with a sullen expression.

“Go home and watch TV. This isn’t a childcare center.”

Jill glanced at the clock on the wall; it was twelve. “I’m hungry.”

What’s it to me?

“Go back to your mom if you’re hungry.” There was no point in arguing with him. Jill didn’t speak, just rested her chin on the cushion in her arms, staring longingly at Bai Yaoyi

with her blue eyes. 　　Bai Yaoyi ignored her. The world finally returned to silence. He continued lying on the sofa, flipping through the comic in his hands. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　*Crunch- 　　crunch-crunch* The sound of someone munching on snacks came from the side, crunching away at a single potato chip. The sound itself wasn't unusual, but its constant repetition became irritating, and then 　　anger began to rise… 　　“Screw you! Can’t you be quiet for a second?” Bai Yao sat up, wanting to throw his comic book at her. 　　Jill, biting into a potato chip, looked innocently at him with her big blue eyes. “Who told you not to give me food?” She ignored him, saying, “I’m so bored, I owe you something! 　　” Anderson, a man’s patience has its limits. He wasn’t afraid of her threats; he didn’t want to be exposed because he was lazy and hated trouble, which was why he tolerated her incessantly. But that didn’t mean he would always tolerate her. 　　Once his patience reached its limit, he wouldn’t care if she gave up; after all, he was just a writer, not some idol star. 　　"Besides, do you really think I believe you're some kind of fan?" Bai Yaoyi curled his lip, revealing a hint of sarcasm. 　　Readers might ask for an autograph, a photo, or inquire about the book's release date... they wouldn't stand guard at the door or come knocking every day. 　　He didn't expose her complete lie because he was lazy, and also because he wanted to know her intentions. After all, not many people knew he was "Yi." Although Bai Yamo was furious with him, as the eldest sister, she had a protective instinct towards her brother 　　. Even if this brother was so difficult she wanted to chop him up, she wouldn't allow him to be disturbed in any way. So, besides the boss, only Bai Yamo knew his appearance and phone number at the publishing house. 　　Therefore, Bai Yaoyi admitted that he was curious about Jill knowing his identity, and it was this curiosity that made him tolerate her intrusion. 　　One could only say that his life was too boring, and writing mystery novels had allowed his imagination to expand infinitely, leading him Jill Anderson's purpose might be to get something from him—of course, this was Bai Yaoyi's 　　self-righteous opinion; after all, what profit could an otaku author possibly have? So, in short, he was just bored and had nothing better to do. 　　But now he really felt he'd brought this on himself, so he was annoyed and fed up, and decided not to play with the kid anymore . 　　"You can get lost." "I don't want to play anymore 　　," he said, raising an eyebrow when Jill still didn't move. "Don't make me kick you out myself." He wouldn't be polite to her just because she was a girl . 　　Knowing he was serious, Jill knew he meant what he said, so she wisely got up, still clutching her beanbag pillow. 　　"You can take the pillow with you." He didn't want anything she'd touched. Hmm, he'd have a cleaning company come tomorrow for a thorough cleaning, to get rid of all the grime left in the house this week. 　　Jill lowered her head, dejectedly hugging her beanbag, and silently walked towards the door. Before opening it, she reluctantly turned to look at Bai Yao 　　. Bai Yao didn't even want to look at her, preparing to continue flipping through his comics. Hmm… he was a little hungry, he'd cook some noodles . 　　"Why does X always leave the answer to the police? Because they have an inseparable relationship, they are closer than anyone else in the world, because they were one before they were even born..." 　　*Thud* The comic book in Bai Yao's hand fell onto the sofa. 　　He turned his head in astonishment, staring at her in disbelief. 　　"How do you know? He has never told anyone these things, and he doesn't have the habit of taking notes. His stories are all in his mind. 　　" Jill smiled. "I told you, I am your 'Painful Reality' reader." 　　Bullshit! 　　Bai Yao squinted and snorted coldly. "You think I would believe such nonsense?" 　　"Why not?" Jill tilted her head, puzzled. 　　"Because you have no curiosity," he hadn't been oblivious to her for the past seven days, "you have never been curious about the new plots I wrote on the computer." 　　A person who claims to be a "Painful Reality" reader, yet shows no interest in peeking at the computer in front of her. Moreover, he deliberately walked away, leaving the laptop behind, but her attention was still on the TV, 　　showing no intention of looking at the laptop at all. 　　Jill blinked, her face completely innocent. "It's because I have good manners and know I shouldn't pry into other people 's privacy—even if the owner isn't there."

"Would a person with good manners bother a single man every day, and even take photos to threaten him?" Bai
Yao scoffed disdainfully.

"But how else can I get close to you?" Jill pouted, her tone both coquettish and self-righteous.

Okay, here's the key point.

"What would you want to do by getting close to me?" Bai Yao paused, his eyes full of mockery. "Don't give me that
nonsense about being a 'fake reader'."

"Oh." Jill nodded, then frowned, deep in thought.

"What? Would a polite person think about how to lie? Oh, right." Bai Yao suddenly
realized, "I completely forgot. How can you
believe ?"

Jill frowned at him. Bai Yao raised an eyebrow, waiting to see what she would say next.

"Your words are too complicated." They were convoluted and she couldn't understand them, but she knew that given a man's personality, they
were definitely not nice words. However, she wouldn't argue with him because he was right; she had indeed lied to him

. She was never a reader of the truth.

"Miss Anderson, it's too late to play dumb now." He wasn't buying it. "Tell me,
what is your purpose in getting close to me?"

To swindle him out of money? But she was dressed head to toe in designer brands, clearly from a wealthy family, and should not stoop to swindling a
poor man .

She had no ulterior motives; she simply wanted to stay by his side—but she knew that men wouldn't believe such words.
He had a deep-seated suspicion and believed that human nature was inherently evil.

Jill bit her lip, her furrowed brows showing a hint of grievance, her blue eyes looking pitifully at Bai Yaoyi. "I just want you
to like me," she said, just like before.

Bai Yaoyi didn't even frown, simply throwing out a retort. "Don't even think about it. Xi said he's not
interested in little girls.

'It doesn't have to be romantic love, it can be like a sister, like a friend…'"

"Impossible." Bai Yaoyi rejected her without hesitation. "I don't like having non-blood-related people as sisters,
and I don't make friends with women."

"Why?"

"Because I'm withdrawn and difficult to get along with. Besides, I find the idea of pure friendship between men and women laughable. I'm only
interested in women I can sleep with." Before Jill could speak, Bai Yaoyi opened the door. "So,

Miss Anderson, please put away all your dreamy girlish fantasies. If you want pure friendship, find someone else. I'm not interested.
As for developing a sexual relationship with you, I'm not interested either, because I have absolutely no sexual interest in kids."

After saying that, he pushed her out of the room and closed the door.

Before closing the door, he added, "Believe me, if you continue to bother me, I will call the police." His
patience with her had completely run out.

Finally, Bai Yaoyi got back his quiet life.

Although his annoying biological clock still made him get up around six o'clock, it didn't matter. At least
the person disturbing his peace and quiet was no longer there.

Bai Yao was quite satisfied with this, especially since the girl hadn't appeared for three consecutive days. He figured the little brat was probably scared off by
his words and wouldn't bother him again. He wouldn't be polite to her just because she was young.

As for how the little brat knew the future direction of his story… that did surprise and intrigue Bai Yao, but
it wasn't worth his attention.

Anyway, he hadn't written it yet and could revise it at any time. Besides, imagination was a vague thing; maybe
the little brat just happened to guess his idea.

Bai Yao never bothered with such trivial matters, and the quiet house put him in a good mood. Sunlight
streamed through the windows, casting halos of light on the wooden floor. The only sound in the house was the long-lost silence of his footsteps.

A smile played on his lips. Him? Yu Yuan blew a chilly breath as he walked towards the kitchen.

He opened the refrigerator and saw that it was empty. That brat had been eating and drinking for free at his house for seven days. Damn it, he should have
asked her for money for her food. This guy hadn't even considered that he had also eaten the little girl Qi Yao's breakfast.

But the toast was gone, the peanut butter was empty, the frozen food was almost gone, and... well... only two
packs of instant noodles left, and all the snacks were eaten by the kid!

Bai Yaoyi cursed under his breath, annoyed. Fine, whatever, I'll just go buy some food.

Grabbing his key purse, he quickly put on the white shirt and faded jeans he'd tossed on the back of his chair,
slipped on his flip-flops, and dashed out.

His difficult neighbor came out, and the older neighbors all glanced at Bai Yaoyi, intentionally or unintentionally.

Despite his disheveled appearance, his tall, slender figure, naturally curly, thick black hair, and handsome features, combined
with the glaring sunlight, made Bai Yaoyi lazily put on his sunglasses... The same outfit that would make someone else look like

a hoodlum, on him, exuded a deadly, sexy bad boy charm.

The women in the neighborhood couldn't help but swallow hard. If they were ten years younger, a one-night stand with such a handsome
neighbor would be amazing.

Bai Yao, having mastered ignoring the stares of others, strolled leisurely towards the supermarket around the corner in his flip-flops.

It must be said that Bai Yamo knew her younger brother too well; she had specifically chosen an area with a supermarket nearby, and a bakery across the
street , precisely to prevent her brother from starving at home.

However, Bai Yao usually only went to the supermarket once a month—to buy all his food and daily necessities—and occasionally
to the bakery for a few loaves of bread. So far, after living in Paris for six months, he hadn't strayed more than a hundred miles from his home.

He wasn't a homebody; he was simply lazy.

Bai

Yaoyi paused slightly, glancing through his sunglasses at the stray cat perched on the trash can. It had gray stripes and dark green
eyes. Seeing that he hadn't run away, it merely yawned and scratched its face with its right paw.

Bai Yaoyi stared at the stray cat expressionlessly for less than five seconds before continuing towards the supermarket
.

At the supermarket, he pushed the shopping cart, quickly selecting what he needed. Uninterested in wandering around,
he headed straight for the food section.

Passing the pet section, he paused, his eyes catching sight of the cat food on the shelf. He

frowned, staring at the cat food for a long time before finally reaching for a can of carp-flavored cat food.

"What are you buying cat food for?" a faint voice drifted from behind.

Bai Yaoyi was startled, especially since the voice sounded familiar. Turning around, he saw the kid who had disappeared for three days, and his
brows furrowed even more.

Jill's brows furrowed, looking displeased at the cat food can in his hand. "Why did you buy cat food?
You got a cat again? When did you get one? I didn't know..."

A barrage of questions annoyed Bai Yao. Who did this brat think she was? "Should I
tell you about my entire family history?

" "No need, I'm not interested in your ancestors, but I know you have an older sister and two younger brothers," Jill
answered directly.

Bai Yao narrowed his eyes, resting his right elbow on the shopping cart, and sneered at her. "Looks like you know a lot about me."

"Yeah." Jill nodded, returning his smile. "I know quite a bit."

As Bai Yao looked at her, many thoughts raced through his mind. The brat in front of him was too mysterious, and knew a lot
about him.

It wasn't surprising that she knew he had siblings; most people in the industry knew about Bai Yamo's relationship with "One." To find out about his
background, he could just look into Bai Yamo.

What puzzled him was her question just now—"another" cat?

The word "again" was ambiguous. She knew he had Xiangliang, which was normal because there were photos of cats in his house.
But she had never asked where the cat in the photos was, and there was nothing in his house. Some people would assume the cat

might be boarded elsewhere, but her inquiries clearly indicated that the cat in the photos was gone.

However, it wasn't surprising that she knew he was "one," and that she had found out about his cat-owning history. It was just that this
feeling of knowing everything about the other person while knowing nothing about them was really awful.

Nobody likes being investigated or seen through, and the person in front of her didn't seem to realize it at all, even acting as if it were
perfectly normal .

"Stalking, spying, harassment... and threats." He pointed out her behavior, then raised an eyebrow and
mocked , "Kid, did your family take you to see a doctor? Letting a lunatic run around like this without

a doctor?" Gibi blinked and nodded honestly, "Yes, I was discharged from the hospital five months ago."

Damn, she really is sick.

The person who bumped into the lunatic felt that his safety was questionable. "Tell your family to take you to the hospital, oh, whatever you do
, a mental hospital would be more suitable for you." Bai Yaoyi's words were extremely sarcastic. After saying that, he ignored the other person's reaction

and pushed the shopping cart forward.

However, his ignoring her didn't mean she ignored him.

"Hey, you still haven't answered me, why are you buying cat food?" Jill followed behind, ignoring his
sarcasm . She was more concerned about the cat food in the shopping cart.

She had only been gone for three days, how could there be a cat at his house? Damn it, it was all because Emma kept
a close and prevented her from sneaking out.

Today, she took advantage of Emma's inattention and quickly ran out the door, just in time to see him walk into the supermarket, and followed behind him
.

Just as she was thinking about how to strike up a conversation with him, she saw him buying cat food, and she couldn't help but pop up. Her

territorial instincts kicked in, how could he keep a cat?

"Hey," I forbid you to keep a cat.

The commanding words finally made Bai Yaoyi stop, and he glared at her impatiently. "You're not allowed? So you're not only mentally
ill, but also delusional? Who are you? What gives you the right to tell me I'm not allowed?"

"Because I only have you, Jill," she shouted, her bright blue eyes filled with pure obsession. "I only have you, so you
can only have me." "

You're really sick! And seriously sick."

The sarcastic remark he wanted to utter was swallowed back under her persistent gaze. Once, a pair of eyes had looked at him like that,
persistent and convinced that he was the only one in the world.

The difference was, that was a cat, while the one before him was a sick brat.

Jill stared at him for a while, her blue eyes gradually softening with a hint of grievance. "So, you really do have a cat." Her
low accusation concealed a betrayal.

Bai Yao felt utterly bewildered. Why was he being accused? Why was he being stared at with such grievance, and why was Ri Xiu
inexplicably softening

? "Softened my foot!"

Bai Yao thought he must be sick. Could mental illness be contagious?

He pursed his lips, his face dark, and without a word, pushed the shopping cart to the checkout.

Jill followed silently behind him, her head bowed as if she had been bullied. Poor little girl.

A bad man followed by a pouting little girl, and their voices hadn't been quiet, especially
the girl's heartfelt confession—"I only have you, so you can only have me too." Oh, poor girl.

Everyone looked at Jill with pity, while their gazes towards Bai Yaoyi were filled with disdain
.

Bai Yaoyi felt incredibly unlucky. He quickly paid for the checkout, walked out of the supermarket, and headed home
.

The little tagalong behind him stubbornly followed, muttering, "Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy..."

Bai Yaoyi's face darkened, veins bulging on his forehead, and he gripped the shopping bag tightly, as if
it were the little devil's neck.

He stopped, and the little tagalong behind him stopped too, still muttering "bad guy."

Bai Yaoyi put down the bag, took out a can of cat food, unzipped it, and slammed the opened can onto
the trash can.

The gray cat perched on the trash can jumped away in fright.

The constant muttering finally stopped. Jill stared longingly at the cat food can on the trash can, then at the gray cat that
had jumped to the ground and was warily watching them.

Bai Yao picked up the bag from the ground and continued walking.

Jill stared at his back; the gray cat on the ground had jumped onto the trash can and was now eating the canned food.

The gray cat looked a bit like the gray tabby cat in the photo, except the tabby's stripes were lighter, its head was bigger,
its body was rounder, and its eyes were grape purple instead of the ugly dark green.

The mouth that had been listening? Long Man smiled upwards, quickly catching up with the man, her blue eyes sparkling. The earlier frustration and sadness
had vanished.

He didn't have any other cats; he still only had "her."

Chapter Four:

Cat Ownership Rule Number Two:

You can starve to death, but before you starve, remember to feed your cat.

The scratching and meowing coming from the door made Bai Yao jump up in frustration. Damn it, he was just getting into the middle of writing his manuscript
...

He angrily opened the door.

"The little gray cat, Miaoyue, wrapped itself around his legs, rubbing its big head against him with soft moans.

...Oh well," Bai Yaoyi resignedly walked to the kitchen, poured cat food, and heated milk; he was hungry anyway.

His peace and quiet lasted only three days, then the little ghost would start appearing again every few days, sometimes in the morning
, sometimes at noon. Usually, if he didn't see her before 3 PM, it meant she wouldn't be coming that day, and it meant he could finally have
some time to himself. Then, tragically, Bai Yaoyi discovered he was actually moved by this little bit of peace and quiet.

It wasn't that he hadn't thought about getting rid of her; calling the police would have been easy. But when he picked up his phone, ready to press those three
numbers , the little ghost clinging to him would always stare at him with wide blue eyes,

her gaze trusting and innocent, without a trace of defensiveness. Then, he couldn't bring himself to press the last number.

Whenever he looked up, those eyes were fixed on him, and when their eyes met, her little face would immediately light up with a smile,
as if happiness was that simple—just him looking at her was enough for her.

Then, Bai Yaoyi realized he had failed. He wasn't usually one to easily soften his heart, yet he always... He was defeated by those
eyes .

Perhaps those eyes always reminded him of a certain cat, and he habitually gave in, gave in again, and
again until finally, the brat's arrival was blatant.

Bai Yaoyi had given up long ago, letting the brat come and go as she pleased. His sleep schedule became like a normal person's,
early to bed and early to rise, because that brat didn't care about time!

Like today, she rang his doorbell at 5:30 in the morning.

Being woken up made Bai Yaoyi very unhappy, his fingers furiously typing on the keyboard, while
the culprit was hugging a soft pillow, touching and pulling the cat ears on it, her smile never
fading, clearly very happy.

Bai Yaoyi noticed she had been playing with the ears for two hours, yet she was still enjoying herself immensely, seemingly never getting
tired of it.

What was so fun about that?

Even a child couldn't play with the same soft pillow for so long, could they? And she wasn't young anymore,
at least eighteen or nineteen years old.

"Don't you have to go to school?" Bai Yao suddenly realized that the little devil came to his door almost every day. Did she not have to go to school? As

soon as Bai Yao spoke, the girl who was playing with her ear immediately focused her attention on him, her eyes sparkling with
joy that he was finally paying attention to her.

She knew he was grumpy when he woke up, and she didn't mean to wake him up so early, but Emma was watching her so closely that she
could only sneak out before Emma woke up.

Actually, she hadn't had enough sleep even though she woke up so early.

But as soon as she saw him, she felt energized. Of course, it would be even better if he paid attention to her.

Jill knew what school was, so she obediently shook her head.

Bai Yao raised an eyebrow. How could a child this age not have to go to school? And judging from her family's good financial situation, although she seemed to have some
mental issues, there were still schools for the mentally challenged. "You don't skip school every day, do you?"

She knew about skipping school; only bad students did that. She wasn't a bad student! Jill shook her head vigorously,
her tone very serious. "No, Emma didn't say I had to go to class."

"Emma? Finally, I heard a name from her." Who is she? "

Emma is my nanny. She's very nagging and never lets me go out. She wants me to stay home all the time so she
won't see you. I don't want that, so I always sneak out. Then Emma gets very angry and

nags me every time I come home." Jill complained unhappily, pouting.

A nanny? That's not something an ordinary family would have.

Bai Yao continued calmly. "You only have Emma at home??

" "There's also Susan and Paul. Susan is a great cook, and Paul is great at gardening. They both listen to
Emma , so they keep a close eye on me. It's so annoying." Jill's face scrunched up like a spoiled
kitten, but she added at the end, "But they're all good people."

It would be better if they didn't stop her from going out.

It sounded like all three of them were servants. "What about your parents? Don't they live with you?"

Jill shook her head. "Emma said they're very busy."

Busy? Bai Yaoyi curled his lips in a mocking smile. Judging from his expression, this little brat had been abandoned to the servants' care, right? Wealthy families usually
couldn't accept children with mental problems; this brat had probably been thrown out of the house, perhaps under
the guise , but actually released into the wild.

Looking at the brat's innocent face, Bai Yaoyi's heart softened again. "Don't you miss your parents?"

"No," Yue Ji'er shook her head, innocently trying to sow discord between them. Why would she miss them? "

Compared to them, she misses him more! "

Okay, he'd forgotten that this brat wasn't normal. Bai Yaoyi withdrew his sympathy and decided to probe the brat's situation again,
at least to find out her background…

"I have you, Yue…

" Bai Yaoyi paused, looking up at her. "What?"

Ji'er hugged the soft pillow, her face almost buried in it, looking at him with firm and trusting eyes, her lips curving into a smile
. "I have you, that's enough for me."

He was the only one in her world.

Bai Yao stared blankly into those blue eyes. From her gaze, he knew she wasn't lying; she truly believed
it . He was the only one in her eyes.

A sudden tremor ran through his calm heart, as if touched by something, a subtle, ripple-like movement, like
a dewdrop falling into a pond, spreading outwards…

One sunny day, his heart was suddenly restless.

Before dawn, Jill slung her pink backpack over her shoulder, gently opened the door, and tiptoed
down the stairs. Seeing the door right in front of her, she smiled, ready to rush out.

"Miss, where are you going?"

Unfortunately, a shadow fell over her.

Jill turned around helplessly. "Hai, Emma." Emma stood in the entryway in her pajamas, a blanket
on Emma had slept in the living room last night to make it easier to catch her.

She didn't dislike Emma, but her constant surveillance was really annoying.

Seeing the undisguised displeasure on her mistress's face, Emma sighed inwardly. She knew her behavior was
upsetting her mistress, and she didn't want to keep staring at her like that, but her mistress's behavior was just too strange! She

never said where she went, and would disappear without a trace, only returning as dusk approached.

She had tried having Paul secretly follow the young lady, but Paul always lost him. After one or two times, they
realized the young lady must have noticed him and was deliberately shaking him off.

Emma wasn't unaware of the changes in the young lady; after the car accident, her temperament had become completely different. But she
thought it was a good thing; at least the young lady could talk, laugh, and get angry, which was much better than the quiet young lady

. However, this new kind of young lady also caused her more worry.

"Miss, it's not even dawn yet." Emma checked the clock; it was only four in the morning. So early,
where ?

Jill didn't answer, nor did she look at Emma; she just pursed her lips.

Emma knew the young lady was throwing a tantrum. If it were before, she would have been overjoyed to see her young lady throwing a tantrum
, but now she only felt helpless.

"Miss, I'm just worried, afraid you're in danger.

" "What danger?" Jill finally looked at her, her expression not very happy. "Don't I
come back safely every day?

" "I'm just worried you'll be deceived...

" "No way!" Jill frowned, disliking anyone speaking ill of Bai Yao, even though Emma meant no harm.
She just couldn't stand it, and her rebuttal was tinged with anger. "He wouldn't lie to me. He's

a good person, though he has a bad temper, he would never lie, especially not to me."

"Who is he?" Emma asked, seeing her mistress remain silent, her voice softening, her brown eyes full of concern.
"Can't you tell Emma, Miss?"

Emma's softened demeanor eased Jill's displeasure. She looked at Emma, knowing from her eyes that
Emma genuinely cared for her, but she couldn't explain everything to Emma, so she could only shake her head.

Knowing her mistress's stubbornness, Emma didn't press her, but simply asked, "Does Miss like him very much?" Seeing her mistress's defensiveness
just now , not allowing anyone to speak ill of that person, this was the first time she'd seen her mistress defend
someone like this.

"Yes," Jill nodded, her lips curving into a slight smile. "I like him very much." Emma

was slightly taken aback; it was the first time she had ever seen the child she had raised so openly smile
.

Just mentioning that person made the young lady's eyes light up.

"I'm so curious about someone the young lady likes so much. Could the young lady invite him over to play?" Emma
tried to coax her, "I believe the master and mistress must also be interested in the person the young lady likes." She

thought that mentioning the master and mistress might pique Emma's interest.

But Jill shook her head. "No need. He's mine; I don't need anyone else to be interested in him."

Emma was taken aback and immediately retorted, "Miss, how could the master and mistress be anyone else? Besides, you
haven't seen them in so long. Don't you miss them?

" "Why should I miss them?" Jill countered.

Emma froze, looking at her calm mistress, and couldn't help but frown. "Miss, the master and mistress
really want to..."

"Then why haven't I seen them?"

"This..."

Jill tilted her head, looking at Emma who was speechless for a moment, and smiled. Her clear blue eyes were like glass, free of
impurities , so clean it was unsettling, as if no lie could escape her notice.

"Emma." Jill stepped forward and took Emma's hand. She knew the old man before her was truly kind to her, and not only her, but
Susan and Paul were too; they were sincere towards her.

"Those who don't care about me, I won't care about them either," she said softly, her expression serious yet cold.
"I've never seen the master and mistress you speak of. They weren't there when I was hospitalized, and they weren't

there when I was discharged." She knew that if someone truly cared about another, they wouldn't be indifferent to that person.

"Miss, that's because they're busy..."

"Emma." Not intending to listen to Emma's excuses for her so-called parents, Jill's parents
were clearly outside her sphere of concern; she saw it clearly. Sometimes she didn't find human hypocrisy

strange, but she didn't want to indulge in it either, so she interrupted Emma directly, her tone indifferent and
devoid of emotion.

"If you truly care, nothing is an excuse. It's because you lack heart that you need platitudes."
She had absolutely no interest in the excuses and reasons why her parents, whom she had never met, had never appeared, nor did she feel
she should try to understand.

In this world, there was only one person she cared about—well… okay, Emma, Susan, and Paul were also
somewhat of concern, which was why she let Emma manage her, even though she found it a bit annoying, she had never lost her temper with Emma

. Because she admired their kindness towards her, she would tolerate excessive concern.

Emma stared blankly at her mistress, unable to believe these words would come from someone as childlike as her.

In that moment, she knew her mistress was no longer the clueless toddler she once was; she had grown up and
understood things more clearly than anyone else.

"I know you're worried about me. Don't worry, I'll be fine," Jill promised after a moment's thought.
"Okay, I promise I'll be home before five every day, okay?"

Emma frowned, but seeing her mistress's stubborn gaze, she knew she couldn't stop her and could only sigh and give in.

"You've convinced me, my mistress,"

Jill smiled, happily planting a kiss on Emma's cheek before waving goodbye. "I'm off then," she said,
turning and rushing excitedly out the door.

Watching her mistress's departing figure, Emma remained rooted to the spot. After a long pause, she went to the phone and
decided to call her mistress.

Her mistress was no longer a five-year-old; now, she seemed more like a member of the Anderson family than anyone else.

She thought that the master and mistress would be pleased about this.

As for the person the young lady mentioned, Emma thought for a moment and decided

not to let her young lady continue her relationship with that person.

At least, let the young lady be happy for a while.

She decided to keep this a secret for now. She knew the master and mistress's personalities; if the person the young lady liked wasn't good enough for
the Anderson family, the master would definitely stop it and would never allow the young lady to continue her relationship with that person.

At least, let the young lady be happy for a while .

Bai Yaoyi's cooking skills were average, and he was lazy, so getting him to cook was a difficult task. He wasn't
picky about food; as long as he was full, that was enough. When he was hungry, he usually ate microwaved food, or ordered delivery.

Furthermore, his mealtimes have always been irregular, which is related to his lifestyle. His most regular life
was during the three years he had the cat, because he could go hungry, but the cat couldn't.

However, after the cat left, his irregular schedule returned, until a certain little devil bumped into him, and his schedule
slowed down again, gradually adjusting back to normal.

Going to bed early and waking up early gave him a lot more time. Although the little devil was clingy, she wasn't noisy. Usually,
when he was busy, she would stay quietly by his side.

Because he liked quiet, she no longer watched TV. She would hug a soft pillow and daydream, lie on the sofa and sunbathe,
or scribble on paper with crayons.

Bai Yao would sometimes observe her, wondering if a young girl in the prime of her life could stand being cooped up in the house like this, quiet
and not making a sound.

But the little devil never complained. She spent her days curled up on the sofa with a soft pillow, the warm sunlight shining on her. She
squinted her eyes .

Bai Yao Er walked up to the hair salon. The girl, wearing only shorts, had her legs slightly bent, her pink t-shirt pulled up,
revealing a small section of her belly,

like a delicious cherry.

He reached out and gently poked her face. She was a little chubby, her plump face soft to the touch, like a freshly
steamed bun.

Disturbed from her sleep, her blue eyes opened slightly, then closed again when she saw him. She grabbed his hand and pressed her face against it,
rubbing against him like a cat.

If he gently scratched her chin, would she make a cute snoring sound?

"Little devil," he said, pinching her chin, preventing her from breathing. "You've been sleeping all morning,

why are you still sleeping? Did she come to his house to sleep?

" "Ugh..." Jill struggled, pulling his hand away. Her small hands were red from his pinching, her blue eyes
watery with pain, and she opened her mouth to bite him unhappily.

Bai Yao pulled his hand back, escaping her bite. This little brat had a bad habit of biting. He discovered this once
when he pulled her braid, she turned around and bit his hand directly.

He whimpered, pulling his hand back, leaving clear teeth marks and her saliva on the back of his hand, while she huffed, "Who told you to pull?
I spent so long doing this braid."

Then, whenever he hurt her even a little, she would retaliate by biting. Her little tiger teeth were sharper than anything, leaving teeth marks without drawing blood
.

"So fond of biting, just like a kitten," Bai Yao muttered. There was once a certain gray bundle of flesh that was like that too;
if you angered it, its claws would come out, not hurting him, but definitely causing him pain.

Jill, clutching the soft pillow, heard his words, a glint of light flashing in her blue eyes, her mouth trembling with displeasure. "Who taught you
to hurt me? "

Although unhappy, she still clung to him, nestled beside him, her bent legs swinging up and down,
her eyes fixed on the laptop screen. "Not finished yet?"

"Yeah, I saved it, backed it up. The manuscript is progressing faster than I expected, because I got up so early
and had nothing to do but type it out."

Bai Yao glanced at the person who made him get up early. If Bai Ya Mo knew about the little devil's great achievements, she would definitely be so moved that she would
hug him and burn incense and kowtow to thank him for his great kindness... Speaking of Bai Ya Mo, Bai Yao finally turned on
his phone, which he had turned off for a long time.

As soon as it was turned on, the phone rang immediately, and Bai Yao lazily pressed the answer button.

"Bai Yaoyi, where the hell is my manuscript? You think I can't find you just because you turned off your phone? You think I
don't know where you live? Don't you fucking forget that I'm the one who helped you find your home

? If you think that way, won't Mom call her? If Mom knew you were thinking about her so much that you'd call me every now and then, she
'd be moved to tears." Facing Bai Yamo's roar, Bai Yaoyi replied coolly.

"Bai Yaoyi, don't try to fool me, the manuscript...

" "It's on the computer." He paused, then added. "Want it?

" Bai Yamo really wanted to take a knife and chop him up.

"I know my name is nice, you don't need to keep repeating it." Looking at the little devil lying next to him, she was
staring at him with wide eyes, not making a fuss, just quietly watching him.

Bai Yaoyi couldn't help but reach out and gently rub her head. She squinted and moved closer to him, her soft hair sliding through his fingertips,
as if sliding through his heart, a tingling, unfamiliar feeling.

"Let's have lunch together," he said before Bai Yamo could utter a piercing scream.

"Huh?" Bai Yamo froze, staring at her phone in astonishment, wondering if it was really her brother talking to her.

A lunch invitation? This lazybones actually agreed to go out?

"Find the restaurant, text me the address, oh, it's on you." Without waiting for Bai Yamo's reply, Bai
Yao hung up.

"Little brat, are you hungry?" Bai Yao gently patted her cheek.

Jill nodded vigorously; she had heard the entire conversation. "Are you taking me out to eat?" Her blue eyes
shone with anticipation.

Bai Yao shrugged, replying casually, though a slight smile played on his lips. "Since someone's paying,
might as well take advantage." He added, emphasizing that he would never admit that he wanted to take her out because

she was always cooped up in the house, which didn't suit her vibrant age . 　　He wasn't. Leng Xi, those two disgusting words weren't in his dictionary. He simply wanted a nice meal, that's all. " 　　I'm not angry, I just want you to coax me." 　　Bai Ya Mo saw Bai Yao Yi. Although he was Asian, his 188cm height meant he wasn't overshadowed by the Westerners around him; on the contrary, he was quite eye-catching. 　　His slightly wavy black hair was almost shoulder-length. He wore a white striped shirt, the top three buttons undone in a cocky manner, revealing perfectly sculpted chest muscles. His long legs, encased in dark jeans, were strong and powerful. He exuded a sexy, wanton charm, making passing women unable to resist glancing at him. 　　Even Bai Ya Mo had to admit that her motorcycle-riding brother had the potential to be a male escort; if he were to work at a male escort club, he would definitely be number one. 　　However, she was more curious about what that pink thing next to her brother was. If I'm not mistaken, it was a blonde girl wearing pink denim shorts and carrying a pink Katie Holmes bag. Her slender legs were quite pretty. However, 　　the key point is that this was definitely not the type to be seen with Bai Yaoyi. 　　Bai Yaoyi prefers sexy and glamorous mature women; this underdeveloped, girl-next-door type is definitely not his type .

But she saw the little girl next door twirling around Bai Yaoyi, even hugging his arm, looking up as if she was
talking to him.

Compared to the little girl's happy expression, Bai Yaoyi's expression was indifferent, as if he didn't care about the little girl at all. But the next
moment, he reached out and pulled the girl's ponytail,

and the two of them started playing around in the street.

Huh... have aliens invaded? This person is definitely not Bai Yaoyi.

Bai Yamo, who was three steps away from the two of them, stopped in shock.

Bai Yaoyi had seen her earlier and stopped moving. Jill, who was chasing behind, bumped into his back, making her
groan .

"Bai Yamo, you're five minutes late. He hates waiting for people the most!

" "Traffic jam." Bai Yamo's attention was still on the little girl, but she still didn't hold back: "Where's my
manuscript?"

"I'll give it to you in five days." Every minute counts.

Bai Yamo glared at him directly. This kind of jerk personality was definitely annoying to Bai Yaoyi.

Bai Yaoyi was unfazed by the glare and even spoke in a condescending tone. "Not bad, at least it's not five months from now."
She was grateful.

In just one minute, Bai Yamo felt her temper rising; her younger brother always had
the ability to anger even saints.

"Sister." A head popped out from behind Bai Yaoyi. Jill, clutching her stool, smiled and greeted
Bai .

Hmm... Bai Yamo looked at the girl, then at her brother. "You've changed your tune?"

Bai Yaoyi ignored Bai Yamo's stupid words, looked down at Jill, pulled her hand away, and
raised an eyebrow .

"Idiot, you don't care about her at all."

Jill glared at him unhappily. "It's all your fault, you bad boy!" she muttered, her little face full of grievance, angrily slapping his
hand away.

"Who knew you were not only intellectually deficient, but also cerebellum underdeveloped." Bai Yaoyi sneered, looking like a villain.

Bai Yamo couldn't help but feel sorry for the girl, hoping she wouldn't be made to cry by Bai Yaoyi's sharp tongue.

Jill blinked, frowning at Bai Yaoyi, who raised an eyebrow, waiting for her reaction.

Jill thought for a moment, then finally spoke. "I'm hungry."

Bai Yaoyi curled his lip in boredom, his initial surprise at Jill's reaction now gone.
Normally, when faced with his sharp tongue, the expected reaction would be to argue back like Bai Yamo, but Jill would usually pause for a long time,
then give irrelevant answers, completely unresponsive to his sharp words.

Actually, Jill wasn't unresponsive; she just didn't understand, and for her, hunger was more important. "I want to
eat fish." She looked at Bai Yaoyi expectantly.

Bai Yaoyi turned his head and saw Bai Yamo standing there like an idiot. He really didn't want to admit that he and this woman
were related by blood . "Bai Yamo, hurry up and lead the way!"

Bai Yamo snapped out of her daze, surprised that someone could tolerate Bai Yaoyi's sharp tongue and even
ignore .

She admired him! She led the two to the back of the restaurant.

"How's the seafood here?" Bai Yaoyi asked, following behind.

"Not bad, quite fresh," Bai Yamo instinctively replied, then realized something was off. "Don't you not eat
seafood?"

Because of his laziness, Bai Yaoyi had never been interested in seafood that required shelling and deboning.

Bai Yaoyi didn't answer, looking down at Ji'er beside him. Hearing about seafood, her blue eyes lit up
.

Having been pestered for so long, the little brat had almost always eaten at his house. Although she wasn't picky, she especially
loved , and almost all of his canned fish had ended up in her stomach.

Inside the restaurant, Bai Yaoyi immediately ordered a seafood feast for Ji'er and a steak for himself.

Bai Yamo finally understood why her brother had asked about seafood; it turned out he was asking on behalf of his little sister.
When become so considerate?

Bai Yamo was surprised and curious, and finally looked at Jill seriously. "Little sister, what's your name?"

Jill held her water glass, looking around curiously. Hearing Bai Yamo's words, her blue eyes looked at Bai Yamo, and her lips
curved into a sweet smile. "Jill."

Bai Yamo was slightly taken aback. Her blue eyes with a hint of green were beautiful, pure as crystal, reflecting beautiful light.
There was no insincerity in her response, and even her smile was sweet and natural. Bai Yamo's gaze softened a little.

"Jill, what a lovely name, it suits you so well."

Knowing that Bai Yamo was praising her, Jill smiled so much that her eyes narrowed. Then she lowered her head to drink the water in her glass, but after only one sip,
she spat the water back into the glass, her whole face almost scrunched up.

"Ah Yi, this water tastes weird."

Bai Yaoyi drank the water in his glass, noticing a slight lemony sourness, but the taste was perfectly normal. "Idiot," he thought, "he doesn't even know
lemonade ."

Jill swallowed hard, put down the glass in disgust, and pursed her lips, hating the taste in her mouth.

Seeing Jill's pitiful look, Bai Yamo glared at her brother and was about to ask Jill if she wanted some juice when
Bai Yaoyi beckoned to the waiter.

"Give me a glass of normal water."

"Yes, sir." The waiter bowed politely and brought a glass of water shortly. "Sir, here's your
water."

Bai Yaoyi took the glass and handed it to Jill. Jill

frowned at the glass, glanced at Bai Yaoyi, and seeing him raise an eyebrow, she had no choice but to take the glass, cautiously
sticking out the tip of her tongue to lick it. Relieved that there was no strange taste, she breathed a sigh of relief and drank it.

"Ah Yi, thank you." She smiled, her eyes crinkling with pure satisfaction.

Bai Yaoyi snorted softly. "Stupid." He tugged at her tied ponytail with his big hand. This time, Jill didn't bite him; she

just wrinkled her nose and drank her water in silence.

Bai Yamo watched the scene with almost amusement. She could tell that although her brother's words were just as sharp,
his actions were the complete opposite, naturally taking care of Jill.

The food arrived, and Jill awkwardly cut the fish fillet with her knife and fork, but no matter how she cut it, the fish meat was always in small pieces,
impossible to cut completely.

Frowning, she stuck a small piece of fish meat into her mouth, a thin slice, but she felt nothing. The lack of satisfaction
made her angry, so she cut the fish fillet with even more force, making a jarring sound on the white porcelain plate, attracting

the attention of others, some of whom chuckled softly.

Bai Yaoyi glanced at the person who was laughing, a feeling of annoyance rising in his heart. What's so funny? "His little brat can't even cut fish meat."
"What's so funny?"

The person who was laughing was startled by Bai Yaoyi's glare and quickly looked away.

Bai Yaoyi snorted inwardly, then turned to look at Jill like she was an idiot.

"Idiot, you can't even do this." So incredibly stupid! He simply used his knife and fork to cut the fish
fillet into pieces for her.

Jill, with the fork in her mouth, obediently let him scold her, her eyes shifting from her fish to the beef on his plate…
it looked delicious too

. Bai Yaoyi noticed her gaze. "Eat your fish obediently."

Jill took a bite of fish, the tender fish flavor spreading in her mouth. She squinted her eyes in satisfaction, but
after only a few pieces, she glanced at Bai Yaoyi's beef again.

"Ah Yi…I wanted to trade a piece of fish for a piece of beef," she said, but before she could finish, a piece of meat was stuffed into her mouth, silencing
her.

"Shut up, don't spit your saliva around," Bai Yaoyi glared at her coldly.

Jill closed her mouth, chewing the beef in her mouth with difficulty. Ugh... it didn't taste good. She finally resigned herself to eating
her .

Bai Yao was focused on cutting the beef, too lazy to pay attention to Bai Yamo's sneaky glances.

She had no idea how greedy Xiao Yuan was. She wanted to try everything, and if she wasn't allowed to eat, she would keep nagging
, which was so annoying.

"Ah Yi, it's a rare opportunity, how could Bai Yamo not take this chance to mock her younger brother?" But she had only just
opened her mouth when,

"Huh? Bai, I didn't expect to meet you here."

The newcomer was wearing a Chanel dress from the current season, carrying a Chanel handbag. She was tall and had long, wavy
, dark brown hair. A fragrant breeze wafted over.

She became the center of attention.

Anna took off her sunglasses and looked at Bai Yaoyi in surprise .

Bai Yaoyi wiped his mouth with a napkin and lazily looked at Anna. Just as he was about to speak,

"Ouch!" Someone suddenly sneezed, and the fish he was chewing just sprayed out,

his face covered in exquisite makeup, beautiful yet not lacking in feminine charm. Every move he made was a sight to behold . The fish sprayed out in

a spray-like manner onto his Chanel dress.

Jill clutched her wings, shrinking back to keep her distance from Anna. Her face was almost scrunched up, and she uttered a
disgusted "It stinks."

Jill had a good memory; she remembered those who were kind to her, and she remembered those who were unkind even more.
And those she disliked, she would never forget.

Despite being sprayed and publicly ridiculed, Anna, with impeccable manners, didn't hold a grudge. She quickly cleaned herself up and
sat down next to Bai Yamo with a polite smile, directly facing Jill.

Jill's face was tense as she glared at Anna, her eyes filled with hostility, her disgust for Anna
undisguised .

She not only hated Anna, but also the pungent odor on her body. A long time ago, Bai Yaoyi had
always been covered in this odor.

And during that time, Bai Yaoyi always neglected her, sending her to the pet shop and only picking her up at night, with
Anna always by his side.

According to Dahei, Dahei is a pet owned by the pet shop owner. Anna's scent is
a fragrance that makes men aroused, because the pet shop owner always looks like he's drooling when he sees Anna.

Bai Yao's heat cycle lasts about six months, during which time she was neglected, often throwing tantrums at Bai Yao, and even
getting spanked by him several times.

She holds all these grudges against Anna.

After a moment of silence,

she said, "I'm so sorry, Jill didn't mean it. Please tell me how much the grooming fee is." Seeing Bai
Yaoyi examining his water glass, Jill glared at Anna with hostility, and Bai Yamo stepped

in to smooth things over.

Anna was one of Bai Yaoyi's ex-girlfriends; their relationship hadn't lasted long. Bai Yamo had met Anna a few times,
but they weren't close, exchanging only polite greetings.

"It's alright, your clothes aren't that dirty," Anna smiled, looking at Bai Yaoyi. "I didn't expect
to see you here. Bai, are you here in Paris?"

"No," Bai Yaoyi took a sip of water. "I moved to Paris."

Anna was slightly surprised. Having dated Bai Yaoyi before, she knew his personality to some extent; he was always lazy, and even if he moved, he
wouldn't move from New York to Paris.

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