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This terrified her more than death itself. Tears flowed faster and more profusely. 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 amidst the 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 else
your little bottom will be in trouble!"
Her grape-like eyes gradually lost their luster. In her daze, she only remembered that man's fierce stern gaze,
yet also the tender affection in his eyes
. Afterwards, 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 glanced at the electronic alarm clock on the bedside table; he'd only slept for 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, no matter how sleepy he was, he couldn't   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 a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator, opened the cap, and drank directly from the bottle   .   While drinking water, his tall, slender frame leaned lazily against the refrigerator, facing the white window of his apartment . A light   drizzle was falling outside.   Across from him stood a blonde girl. She wore a red umbrella, a pink polka-dot knitted blouse   , 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 two in the afternoon and stand across the street until   around five.   How could he, an irregular night owl, 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 eight in the morning. Then, before he'd had a full night's sleep, he'd been woken up by that damned phone call.   Yawning, a few tears welling in his eyes, Bai Yao continued to lazily watch the girl outside the window.   On the first day, he found the girl's appearance strange, but ignored it. On the second 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 intensely fixed on him. She immediately   suspected that the new neighbor, who had recently moved in, had taken advantage of the young girl.   The neighbor 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.   Ignoring the neighbor's probing gaze, Bai Yaoyi, having gotten his answer, turned and went back inside.   He was relieved that at least 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 looking at her, her bright blue eyes would light up, and she would gaze at him excitedly.   The situation was truly bizarre, but Bai Yao had always lacked curiosity, and 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 developed an inquisitive mind and started drinking a lot of water. Not having slept enough, he was in a bad mood and wanted to find some fun   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, which was on the table, rang again. Bai Yao didn't want to answer at all. If there were no surprises, the person calling him now was   the same person 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.   However, thinking that the other person's personality meant they would call until he answered, he frowned, picked up the phone anyway,   pressed the answer button, and walked towards the window.   "Bai Yao—" A woman's sharp, angry roar came from the receiver, so piercing that Bai Yao moved the phone away from him. "You   brat, what's wrong? Finally answering the phone?"   Compared to the explosive response from the woman on the other end of the line, his reaction was indifferent. "Yeah!" He looked at the girl on the other end, and she   excitedly met his gaze. Even from ten meters away, he saw that she had beautiful, clear blue eyes,   utterly pure.   "Don't give me 'yeah,' 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 160 cm 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.
[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 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 at a 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 volume, undergone numerous reprints and revisions, and sold millions of copies. Each publication sparks heated
discussions among fans. Of course, many female fans also fantasize about the two main characters and other characters in the book, even forming an online forum   specifically
to describe 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 die-hard
fan of his books.
She also desperately wanted to know the genius's background, the reason for his revenge, and what kind of relationship existed 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.
Unfortunately, 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, realizing this couldn't go on, and finally mustered her
courage.
"How about I buy a cat..."
"Bai Yamo."
"Don't hang up on me!" Bai Yamo quickly interjected, afraid Bai Yaoyi would actually block her call, and quickly
softened her stance. "Okay, okay, I admit I misspoke, I'm sorry, alright?"
Bai Yaoyi snorted coldly. Relieved that
she hadn't been hung up on, Bai Yamo breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay, I won't rush you on the manuscript. So, 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 us photos. Readers are
super curious about you. Besides, you're not bad-looking, what are you afraid of?" Not only is he not bad-looking, but
he also has the look of a bad man who could bring ruin to the country, which perfectly matches his annoying personality. Yet, there are still many stupid women who are blindly
infatuated with him—Bai Yamo silently grumbled in her heart.
"What are you curious about?" Bai Yao 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 cause men to get eczema or women to have an orgasm
? "
Bai Yamo was speechless, silenced by his sharp words.
"I'm hanging up now." Not wanting to waste any more words, Bai Yao 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—Wow!
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 Yao 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, his
royalties alone were enough for him to live on for a lifetime.
The most shocking thing about him in his life wasn't that he wrote novels—although that was also... It's amazing that Bai Yao
is incredibly lazy. His only wish is to be a panda, where he doesn't have to do anything and is fed and protected.
Writing books was merely a product of his boredom. However, Bai Ya Mo saw it and published it, resulting in a huge success. Thus,
he inexplicably became a bestselling author. Bai Ya Mo tragically became his editor because the publisher
thought siblings were easier to communicate with. What a load of rubbish! Bai Yao has never been an easy person to communicate with.
Then Bai Ya Mo saw it and published it, resulting in a huge success, and then he inexplicably became a bestselling author.
Bai Yamo tragically became his editor, because the publishing house owner thought siblings were easier to communicate with. What a
load of rubbish! Bai Yaoyi was never easy to communicate with.
If she could live her life again, Bai Yamo would never do such a stupid thing again. Being Bai Yaoyi's editor practically
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 stockpile food?"
But a whole month passed, and the world was still beautiful. Stock prices hadn't plummeted, and the kitten Bai Yaoyi had picked up was still
alive and well.
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. After a month, its frail body had gained a little weight, and it was very clingy to Bai
Yaoyi.
When Bai Yamo visited Bai Yaoyi's house, she was shocked to find cat litter, cat food, yarn balls…? A whole bunch of cat-related
things, 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 was 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 this 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 curved into a smile, seemingly
in a very good mood.
Oh… he had never been this gentle even to his previous girlfriends.
Bai Yamo thought, how tragic that her brother's pitiful girlfriends couldn't even compare to a cat in his heart! But
the most tragic thing was for her, because when she went to ask for her manuscript, she was refused, the reason being that his cat was unwell and he wasn't in the mood to write.
And that pair of kittens—given 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 it
rotten, to everyone's astonishment, making it unbelievable that Bai Yaoyi would one day become a cat slave.
However, all of this disappeared six months ago. It all started when Bai Yaomo 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 pestered Bai Yaomo relentlessly, insisting that he move to Paris. She even
found him an apartment and bought all the furniture; all she wanted was for him to move in.
Bai Yaomo complained for months until Bai Yaomo finally couldn't take it anymore and agreed to move. He didn't care where they lived
; he just wanted Bai Yaomo 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 travel procedures were complicated, so Bai Yaomo handled those
. After everything was arranged, the cat flew to Paris first, and Bai Yaomo set off three days later. Of course, Bai Yaomo went to the airport
to pick up the cat first.
But then, the cat's plane crashed. This left Bai Yaomo heartbroken and nearly driven mad,
while Bai Yaomo felt immense guilt. This is the origin of the mourning period.
Although Bai Yaoyi moved to Paris, Bai Yamo didn't have the guts to visit him 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 would Little Cat have gotten on the plane, and how could the accident have happened? So at first, he was completely unfriendly to Bai Yamo. It wasn't until two months
later that he finally answered Bai Yemo's calls, handing over all his manuscripts. No way!
He was finally satisfied after letting 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 episode of "X" a while ago 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 was never a person 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 into the house? Drinking his coffee, Bai Yaoyi
was surprised by his abnormal behavior.
Moreover, he looked at the coffee in his hand. It was a caramel macchiato, which was exactly what he liked to drink. He didn't like
the bitterness of coffee, so he didn't drink it 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 known to everyone as mean, grumpy
, 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 the bag, held it out to him with both hands
, and looked at him with ingratiating blue eyes.
Another coincidence. Bai Yaoyi only 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 sinking 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 slightly curled inwards, and beneath her thin bangs, her bright blue eyes were the most striking feature.
A small nose, full lips—hmm, 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 was the kind of superficial man who only cared about appearances and had a penchant for strong flavors.
Bai Yaoyi had absolutely no concept of being obliged to someone who had fed him; while inwardly cursing,
he didn't stop eating, finishing the bread in a few bites. Seeing that he had finished, those soft little hands offered him a second one.
"There's more here." She added a fawning look and smile.
That look… Bai Yao felt it was very familiar, and the girl's voice was soft, like freshly boiled maltose.
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 cases throughout his life, but this admirer
was too young; he wasn't interested in little girls.
Taking the pineapple 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 up together and met.
"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. Her eyes seemed to be staring at him, making him wonder why he
couldn't touch 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 was bad again. He decided not to submit 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 into 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 handed it to him expectantly.
Bai Yaoyi stared at the bread, then looked at the girl, who immediately smiled at him, completely unaffected by his bad expression
and attitude.
A person 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 ,
and he didn't mind being the bad guy, letting the girl know that this tactic didn't work on him. Besides, he was in a bad 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 either, 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 unleash his venomous 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 Rule Number 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 much as you love your own flesh.
Bai Yao frowned at the two lines of text on the computer, then looked at the little ball of flesh wrapped in a towel on the table. The little
ball of flesh was making a soft meowing sound, its grape-sized eyes staring 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 years old, and was later diagnosed by doctors as having
intellectual disability. Her IQ would only be that of a five-year-old for the rest of her life. In addition, she had autism symptoms, so her thinking ability was destined to be only
at the level of a toddler.
Some autistic children may have a certain talent and become geniuses in a certain field, but Jill Anderson
had none of that. She had the IQ 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, prided themselves on their noble lineage. They had
some connection to the royal family, and their Anderson Group ranked among the top 100 in Forbes' list. The family was full of
handsome men and beautiful women; those who didn't join the family business became doctors, lawyers, or academics, holding
significant positions in their respective fields.
Each generation was considered for eugenics, possessing excellent genes, family background, and appearance;
even if their children weren't geniuses, they were 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 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 bring ridicule from other family members
, but such a child would also inevitably be bullied.
In large families, intrigue and power struggles are common; for profit and status, even the closest blood relatives
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 under the guise of a retreat
, to be 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 tight 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 Jill's young age, Emma was extremely protective of her, watching over her every move and instructing her not to
run around unless accompanied by family.
However, Jill was not difficult to care for. Unless they took her shopping, her world 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, seeing her
sitting there obediently, knew his young mistress wouldn't wander off. Seeing the grass growing taller, he went to the back shed 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 he 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 reach them. Emma left a message
and stayed at the hospital to care for 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 wiping away tears beside her, and finally spoke.
"You..." Huh? Jill stopped speaking.
"What's wrong, young lady? What do you want to say?" Emma asked anxiously, "Is something wrong? 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, and finally noticed something strange.
She opened her palm, her white and slender fingers, looking at it from any angle, it was just a hand, no hair, no claws, no
fleshy folds.
She stretched out her hands and touched her face. It was soft and tender, and there was no hair, no beard
.
Hmm… Jill. Anderson's face scrunched up.
The three people next to her were alarmed.
"Miss, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Susan hurriedly patted her husband's hand, "
Paul, quickly call the doctor!
" "Oh, okay," Paul rushed out of the ward.
"Baby, what's wrong? Don't scare your nanny!" Emma's eyes were red with worry, fearing 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 currently 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 hurriedly.
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 slightly narrowed 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 crisis.
Because the patient's eyes clearly held a murderous intent.
But in front of him was just a nineteen-year-old girl, her slender appearance 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."
Check?
Jill recalled her past experiences being examined by people in white coats—usually by pinning her down and then giving her an
injection.
That injection was always excruciatingly painful.
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 me and I'll leave you with nothing but your hand!
The doctor hesitated for a moment, then wisely withdrew his hand, cleared his throat, and
said to the three people watching him, "Don't worry, the patient is doing very well." So energetic, so full of murderous intent, he won'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 white-coated doctor 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 all three, who stared at Jill in shock.
"Miss, you...?" Susan gasped, speechless with shock.
"Baby... baby..." Emma looked at her mistress in surprise.
"Doctor... doctor..." Paul stammered, trying to call the doctor again.
Jill frowned at them, wondering why their expressions were so distorted. "What's wrong with you?"
Another normal question.
Good heavens... the three of them were almost breathless.
The mistress 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 mistress 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 accident and her mind had actually improved; she was no longer the mentally challenged five-year-old she thought she was
.
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 shrouded in mystery. Not only are there no photos, but he doesn't even give us his real name, or even a pen
name like 'One.' Readers only know he's of Asian descent; nothing else. The publishing
house is extremely secretive about him. How could anyone possibly find out?"
Jill thought for a moment, understanding his meticulous nature perfectly well. This was indeed putting Paul in a difficult position. She
accepted Paul's explanation, nodded, and didn't ask for anything more, which relieved Paul.
But the young lady's strangeness didn't stop there; she started enjoying watching television. She loves to run away and doesn't allow anyone to
follow her. Her temper has become willful and easily angered. She's also picky about food, completely
different from before when she would eat anything given to her.
Now, this young lady loves seafood, especially fish; she likes pink things, and her favorite is Hello
Kitty without a mouth. Her eyes are bright and lively, always darting around, as if she's always plotting something; she doesn't like to talk to people much, and when she's angry   , she
squints her eyes—being looked at with that look can be unsettling; she
doesn't like to say the same thing twice and has no patience.
Her eyes were bright and lively, always darting around, as if
she were plotting something.
However, a lively young lady was better than a quiet one, so although she wasn't
as easy to get along with as before, Emma and the other two were still very happy about the change.
And as the saying goes, "you get used to it," and after a while, knowing her stubborn streak, they all went along with it
. Basically, she was still very easy to get along with.
But recently, her whereabouts had become a complete mystery. She would go out at noon and not return until around six in the evening. When asked
where she was, she wouldn't say, and if pressed further, she would get angry.
At first, they didn't think too much of it, but even... Several days later, Emma became worried. She was
already very protective of her young mistress, and the recent car accident made her even more anxious. She was constantly afraid that her mistress had
met some bad friends or been scammed.
Because of her worry, Emma decided not to let her mistress go out. But the mistress of today 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 found out, she
was already gone.
Emma was both angry and anxious, and immediately called her mistress's cell phone to call her back. Although her mistress's temper and patience had worsened, she
still listened to Emma. There was no way around it; Emma was just too good at... They could nag her for
hours on end, Emma wouldn't get tired, but she was terrified.
However, obeying and going home didn't mean she wouldn't sneak out again.
Early in the morning, before anyone else in the house was up, Jill put on a pink short-sleeved shirt and light-colored denim shorts, the t-shirt
printed with a big heart, 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, wrinkled her nose at her reflection,
then tiptoed downstairs and quickly slipped out the door.
Before leaving, afraid they would worry, she left a note saying she would be back before six o'clock. She was home.
As she closed the door, Jill Anderson smiled happily, her steps light as
she walked towards the Seine.
Along the Seine, there was a row of old houses, clearly steeped in history; the original red brick walls
had long since crumbled, revealing the weathered marks of time.
Yet, the environment wasn't cluttered; it was clean and quiet. There was a subway station nearby, and a large supermarket
and convenience store around the corner, making daily shopping very convenient. There was also a bakery in the residential area, its aroma of bread filling the air every day
.
The residents knew each other well, were long-time neighbors, and had good relationships, chatting whenever they bumped into each other.
Good heavens, since everyone there is familiar with each other, if a stranger comes along, they'll sized him up—no harm intended, just pure
curiosity.
What they've been talking about most in recent years is their new neighbor who moved in six months ago. He's a young Eastern
man, and incredibly handsome—his bad-boy looks make these women, nearing fifty, feel
their hearts pound.
But this Eastern man is anything but friendly; cold and
aloof, he doesn't care about being a good neighbor, and he rarely goes out. When he does,
it's usually to a supermarket or a bakery.
Oh, Eastern men usually only buy pineapple bread—that's what the bakery owner says.
A new neighbor suddenly appearing in a quiet residential area naturally piques their curiosity, especially since this new neighbor almost never
leaves the house. Before he moved in, the house had been renovated, and since then, they haven't seen him go to work. And with that look,
it's no wonder he's causing such a stir.
They thought, "This must be some rich young master. But why would a rich young master live in an old neighborhood like theirs?"
The final conclusion was that he must be some rich young master who had offended a gangster, hence his hiding place
here, afraid to leave for fear of being found.
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 young, her innocent appearance clearly showing she was a pitiful child deceived by a bad man.
Thinking of the appearance of an Eastern man, everyone nodded in agreement,
shaking their heads or giving the new neighbor a disdainful look as they passed by.
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; 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 there's always someone with a tiger's beard who appears...
At six o'clock sharp in the morning, the doorbell rang. The person pressing the doorbell was petite, with beautiful blonde hair, slender,
fair legs beneath her denim shorts, and her right foot, clad in pink leopard-print sneakers, tapped lightly on the floor
. A minute passed, and the door didn't open.
She continued tapping the doorbell, this time three times. Another minute passed, still no response. Her tapping right foot
grew impatient, and she pressed the doorbell harder.
This time, in less than a minute, the door opened.
"Damn it! Which bastard is it? It's not even dawn yet, what are you yelling about! I'll fuck your mother's..." 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 the man's 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 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, lying down casually, closing his eyes, his right
elbow covering his eyelids.
He was exhausted and too lazy to deal with this brat. Besides, why should a grown man like him be afraid of a mere immature 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 ready.
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's an L-shaped beige sofa, and in front of a large LCD TV on a black glass rectangular table, with a
cabinet below filled with various movie DVDs.
A treadmill and several exercise machines are in one corner of the living room, and to the right is a sink. There are two
adjacent rooms; 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 intently on the camera lens, watching
the person taking its picture.
"Hey, the person lying on the sofa spoke up, their elbow down from their eyelids, their dark eyes looking at her displeased
." She put the photo frame down.
Jill put the photo frame away, turned to look at him, and smiled slightly. "Aren't you going to sleep?" she asked , her tone ambiguous
yet playful.
Bai Yaoyi remained silent, his face dark. He was always sensitive and easily disturbed; once woken up, he had a hard time falling back asleep, even if he was
incredibly tired!
He sat up. His skin was pale from lack of sun exposure, but he was far from thin. His strong, muscular physique
rippled with his movements, the perfect and sexy muscle lines incredibly alluring, and the enormous size of his genitals beneath his briefs was 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 had seen men without underwear countless times; she was used to it. Because of her youth,
she remained unfazed by Bai Yaoyi's nakedness. Without even a hint of shyness,
the girl's ease made Bai Yao scratch his chin. He was well aware of his charm; seeing that the girl didn't even blush
, and that her eyes were fixed on him without embarrassment or avoidance, only pure gaze
, like a pair of grape-like eyes in his memory…
just like yesterday, because of that look, he let her into his house, and because of that look,
he was reminded of a certain cat, which made him grumpy.
And now, the same look made his heart flutter like a cat toy, touching a soft spot in his heart.
In short, his gloomy expression improved slightly, but he still didn't smile.
After all, being woken up and grumpy still made him feel bad.
"First you stood guard all day, and now you're disturbing me so 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 were almost fervently fixed on the man. She nearly couldn't suppress the impulse within her, but she forced
herself to hold back, knowing that if she spoke, he would kick her out
and never want to see her again.
She knew him, knew his stubbornness, and knew that in certain areas of his heart, no one was allowed to speak or sully
, 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 cursed, 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! 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. Being a member of the Bai family,
she was also quite 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 for fantasizing, 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, and
only his family knew he was writing a book. But his family wasn't so idle as to gossip, because 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 did Anderson's girl
know?
Bai Yaoyi cautiously observed the girl, his eyes filled with inquiry.
Jill still smiled sweetly, her blue eyes innocent and pure, yet hiding a hint of cunning. She licked
her little tiger teeth, thinking
... *Hehe* 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 from lack of sleep
, 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, the other end of the line casually uttered,
"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 the man
. "Hai, good morning."
"How did you get my picture?" Bai Yao gritted his teeth, suppressing the irrational urge to roar, forcing himself to calm
down.
*Click!*
The girl's answer was simple: she directly raised her phone to take a picture, then smiled innocently, "Isn't that
it?"
Bai Yao immediately felt 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 photos for you." Jill was very generous; the Hello Kitty on her pink phone smiled cutely at Bai Yaoyi
.
Bai Yaoyi's hand, which was about to grab the phone, paused. A detective novelist's rich sense of reason and suspicion surfaced—the criminal's compliance
must be part of a conspiracy. His dark eyes, staring at 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 he does 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 slyly.
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 quietly adjusted to a normal sleep schedule.
By the fifth day, his biological clock even fixed on waking him around six o'clock, just in time to hear the doorbell ring precisely
.
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, naked except for shorts, a comic book in his hand,
facing... The intruder was ignored.
However, the other woman seemed quite content, sitting on the floor, clutching a beanbag chair,
snacks in hand, happily watching TV, occasionally letting out a laugh.
Bai Yaoyi patiently forced himself to focus on the comics, but the noise from the TV kept distracting him
, and it was extremely loud .
The yellow sponge on the TV kept repeating its loud laughter, and his patience was wearing thin. Add to that
the other viewers laughing out loud… all of this was noise to Bai Yaoyi!
Just as Jill was getting into an exciting part, the TV screen suddenly went black. She blinked, turned her head, and saw Bai
Yaoyi tossing the TV remote onto the sofa with a gloomy expression.
"Go watch TV at your house. This isn't a childcare center."
Jill tilted her head, thinking for a moment, and saw the clock on the wall—it was twelve. "I'm hungry." "
What's it to me?"
"Go back to your mother if you're hungry." Trying to reason with him was useless.
Jill didn't speak, only resting 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 book in his hands.
*Crunch
crunch crunch* The sound of someone munching on snacks came from beside him, as he crunched a single potato chip into pieces.
The sound itself wasn't the problem, but its constant repetition in his ears was enough to irritate and irritate, causing
his temper to rise...
"You're so noisy! Can't you just be quiet for a second?" Bai Yao sat up, wanting to
throw the comic book in his hand 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 said, ignoring him. She was
so bored; did she owe him something?
"Jill." Anderson, a person'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 disturbances. But that didn't mean he would tolerate her forever.
Once his patience reached its limit, he didn't care if things went wrong; after all, he was just a writer, not
some idol star.
"Besides, do you really think I believe that nonsense about you being a fan of my books?" Bai Yaoyi curled his lip, revealing a hint of
sarcasm.
Readers at most ask for autographs, or maybe a photo, or inquire when the book will be published…they would never
stand guard at the door or come knocking on your door 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 "the one." Although Bai Yamo was furious with him, as the eldest sister, she had a protective instinct towards her younger brother .
Even if this brother was so difficult that 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 can only say that his life was too boring, and writing mystery novels had allowed his imagination to expand infinitely, leading him to speculate about Jill
. Anderson's purpose might be to get something from him—of course, this was Bai Yao's self-
righteous opinion. After all, what profit could an otaku author possibly make? So, in short,
he was just bored and had nothing better to do.
But now he really felt like he was asking for trouble, so he was annoyed and fed up, and didn't plan to play with the kid anymore
.
"You can get lost." I don't want to play anymore.
Seeing that Jill still didn't move, he raised an eyebrow. "Don't make me kick you out myself." He wouldn't be
polite to her just because she was a girl.
Knowing that he was serious, Jill knew that he meant what he said, so she wisely got up, but still hugged
the beanbag pillow.
"You can take the pillow with you." He didn't want anything she had touched. Hmm, he'd have a cleaning company come tomorrow
for a thorough cleaning to get rid of all the filth left in the house this week.
Jill hung her head, dejectedly hugging her beanbag chair, and silently walked towards the door. Before opening it, she turned back to look at
Bai Yaoyi with reluctance
. Bai Yaoyi didn't even want to look at her, preparing to continue flipping through his comics. Hmm... I'm a little hungry, I'll cook some noodles and eat
.
"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 born..."
*Thud* The comic in Bai Yaoyi'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 true reader."
"Bullshit!
" Bai Yao squinted and snorted coldly. "You think I'd believe this 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've never been curious about
the new plot I wrote on the computer."
A person who claimed to be a devoted reader showed
no interest in the computer in front of her, and he even deliberately walked away, leaving the laptop behind, but her attention remained on the television, showing
no interest in looking at the laptop at all.
Jill blinked, her face completely innocent. "That'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 come to 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 coquettish tone tinged with self-righteousness.
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 someone who has never told the truth from beginning to end
? "
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 things. 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 like him.
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 Yao. "I just want you
to like me," she said, just like before.
Bai Yao didn't even frown, simply throwing out a retort. "Don't even think about it. Xi said he's not
interested in little girls.
" "Likes that aren't lovers are fine, like sisters, like friends..."
"Impossible." Bai Yao rejected her without hesitation. "I don't like having non-blood-related people as sisters, and
besides, 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."
With that, he pushed her out of the room and closed the door.
Before closing it, 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 regained his quiet life.
Although his annoying biological clock still made him wake up around six o'clock, it didn't matter; at least
the person disturbing his peace 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 after what he'd said 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 crisp breath as he walked towards the kitchen.
He opened the refrigerator and saw there was no food left. That brat had been eating and drinking for free at his house for seven days. Damn it, he should have
asked her for food money. This guy hadn't even considered that he had also eaten the little girl'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 had been eaten by the kid!
Bai Yaoyi muttered a curse in annoyance. Fine, whatever, I've got nothing else to do, I'll just go buy some food.
Grabbing his key purse, he simply 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 traveled more than a hundred miles from home. He wasn't a homebody;   he
was simply lazy.

Bai Yaoyi paused slightly, looking 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 just yawned and scratched its face with its right paw.
He 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. He wasn't interested 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 and stared 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 were also furrowed, looking displeased at the can of cat food 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 ancestors for eight generations?
" "No need, I'm not interested in your ancestors, but I know you have an older sister and two younger brothers," Jill
replied 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 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, don't
send you to the hospital, 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 eye on her 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 out.
Territoriality was acting up in her mind, 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 the 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." The 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 yet, for
some reason, he felt a pang of sympathy
? "He's soft-hearted 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, looking pitifully wronged.
A little girl with a pouty face followed a bad man . They had been talking quite loudly, especially
the girl's impassioned confession—"I only have you, so you can only have me too!"—
made everyone look at Jill with pity, while their gazes towards Bai Yaoyi were filled with disdain
.
Bai Yaoyi felt incredibly unlucky. His face darkened, he quickly paid, left 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 was grim, veins bulging on his forehead. He gripped the shopping bag tightly, as if it were
the little devil's neck.
He stopped, and the little tagalong 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, who was 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 watching them warily.
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 eating the canned food.
The gray cat looked a bit like the gray tabby cat in the photo, except that the tabby cat'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 raised her head and quickly caught up with the man, her blue eyes shining. The frustration and sadness from before
had disappeared.
He didn't keep any other cats. He still only had "her".
Chapter Four
Cat Ownership Rule Number Two:
You can starve to death, but before you starve to death, please remember to feed your cat. The scratching and meowing from the door made Bai Yao get up in a frenzy. Damn it,   when
he was writing his manuscript smoothly ...   He opened the door in annoyance.   "Little Gray Cat" wrapped around his leg and rubbed its big head against him with a meowing sound.   "...Never mind." Bai Yao resignedly walked to the kitchen, poured cat food, and heated milk; he was hungry anyway.   His quiet time only lasted three days, then the little devil would start appearing again every now and then, sometimes in the morning   , sometimes at noon. Usually, if he didn't see her before 3 PM, it meant she wouldn't come that day, and it meant he could finally have   some time to himself. Then, tragically, Bai Yao discovered he was actually moved by this little bit of peace.   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 devil, always clinging to him, would stare at him with her 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 Yao realized he had failed. He wasn't usually one to easily soften his heart, yet he always failed because of this. Those eyes   ...   Perhaps it was those eyes that always reminded him of a certain cat, and then he habitually gave in, gave in again, and   gave in again until finally, the little devil's arrival was so brazen.   Bai Yaoyi had long since given up, letting the little devil come and go as she pleased. His sleep schedule became like a normal person's,   early to bed and early to rise, because that little devil 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 sitting opposite him   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 having a great time, 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, she looked at least   eighteen or nineteen.   "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 hadn't meant to wake him up so early, but Emma was watching her so closely that she   could only sneak out before Emma woke up.   Actually, even though she woke up so early, she hadn't had enough sleep.   But seeing him gave her energy, and 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; that was something bad students did, and 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 sulking 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 busy."   Busy? Bai Yaoyi sneered. Judging from his expression, this brat was probably left in the care of servants. Wealthy families usually   couldn't accept children with mental problems. This brat was probably thrown out of the house, perhaps under the guise of rest and recuperation   , but actually released into the wild.   Looking at the brat's innocent appearance, 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 forgot that this brat wasn't normal. Bai Yaoyi withdrew his sympathy and decided to probe the brat's affairs again,   at least to find out her background...   "I have you, Yue..."   Bai Yaoyi was stunned for a moment, looking up at her. "What?"   Ji'er hugged the soft pillow, her little face almost buried in it, looking at his blue eyes with firmness and trust, her lips curving into a smile   . "I have you, and that's enough."   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, faint touch, like dewdrops falling into a pond.



































































A ripple spread through the water... On
a sunny day, his heart suddenly became restless.
Before dawn, Jill slung her pink backpack over her shoulder, gently opened the door, and tiptoed
down the stairs. Seeing the front 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 the sofa behind her. It seemed 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 making her mistress
unhappy, and she didn't want to keep staring at her like this, but her mistress's behavior was just too strange! She
never said where she went, and would disappear without a trace, only returning when it was almost dark.
She had tried having Paul secretly follow her mistress, but Paul always lost him. After one or two times, they
realized that her mistress must have noticed Paul following her and was deliberately shaking him off.
Emma wasn't unaware of her mistress's changes. After the car accident, her personality had become completely different, but she
thought it was a good thing. At least her mistress could talk, laugh, and get angry, which was much better than the quiet mistress
. But this kind of mistress also made her worry more.
"Miss, it's not even dawn yet." Emma glanced at the clock; it was only four in the morning. So early,
where are you going?
Jill didn't answer, nor did she look at Emma, only pursing her lips.
Emma knew her mistress was throwing a tantrum. In the past, she would have been overjoyed to see her mistress throwing a tantrum
, but now she only felt helpless.
"Miss, I'm just worried, afraid you
'll be in danger." "What danger?" Jill finally looked at her, her expression not very happy. "Don't I
come back safely every day?
" "I'm afraid you'll be deceived...
" "No way!" Jill frowned, disliking anyone speaking ill of Bai Yao. Even though Emma had no ill intentions,
she disliked it, and her rebuttal was tinged with anger. "He wouldn't lie to me. He's
a good person. Although he has a bad temper, he would never lie, especially not to me."
"Who is he?" Emma, seeing her mistress remain silent, softened her voice, her brown eyes full of concern.
"Can't Miss tell Emma?"
Emma's softening tone eased Jill's displeasure. She looked at Emma and knew from her eyes that
Emma genuinely cared about her, but she couldn't explain everything to Emma, so she could only shake her head.
Knowing her young lady's stubbornness, Emma didn't press her, but simply asked, "Does Miss like him very much?" Seeing her young lady
's defensive demeanor just now, not allowing anyone to speak ill of that person, it was the first time she had seen her young lady so protective of
someone.
"Yes," Jill nodded, her pursed lips curving into a slight smile. She liked him very much.
Emma was slightly taken aback; it was the first time she had seen the child she had raised so openly smile
.
Just mentioning that person made her young lady's eyes light up.
"I'm really curious about someone Miss likes so much. Miss, could you invite him over to play?" Emma tried
to coax her, "I believe the master and mistress must also be interested in the person Miss 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 good 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, nor when I was discharged.
She knows that if someone truly cares about another, they wouldn't be indifferent.
" "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 indeed outside her sphere of concern; she saw it clearly. Sometimes she wasn't surprised by human hypocrisy
, 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 truly cared about. Well… okay, Emma, Susan, and Paul were also somewhat of
a concern, which was why she let Emma manage her affairs, even though she found it a bit annoying, she never lost her temper with Emma.
Because of their kindness towards her, she would tolerate excessive concern.
Emma stared blankly at her mistress, unable to believe that these words would come from her seemingly childlike mistress.
At this moment, she knew that her mistress was no longer that ignorant toddler; 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 thought for a moment and made a promise.
“Okay, I promise I’ll be home before five every day, okay?”
Emma frowned, but looking at her mistress’s stubborn eyes, she knew she couldn’t stop her and could only sigh and compromise.
“You’ve successfully convinced me, my mistress.”
Jill smiled, happily planting a kiss on Emma's cheek, then waved goodbye. "I'm off!" she
said, turning and rushing out the door.
Watching her mistress leave, 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; she now seemed more like a member of the Anderson family than anyone else.
She thought the master and mistress would be pleased with this.
As for the person her mistress had mentioned, Emma decided
she wouldn't allow her mistress to continue seeing him.
"At least, let's let Miss 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 Miss liked wasn't good enough for
the Anderson family, the master would definitely stop it and would never allow Miss to continue seeing that person.
At least, let's let Miss be happy for a while .
Bai Yao'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, he was fine. When he was hungry, he usually ate microwaved food, or ordered delivery.
Moreover, his mealtimes were always irregular, which was related to his lifestyle. His most regular period was
the three years he kept cats, because he could go hungry, but the cats couldn't.
However, Xiao... With the cat gone, his irregular sleep schedule returned to
normal until a certain little devil bumped into him, slowing his routine back down.
Early to bed and early to rise gave him much more time. Although the little devil was clingy, she wasn't noisy; usually, when he was
busy, she would quietly stay by his side.
Because he preferred quiet, she stopped watching TV. She would hug a soft pillow and daydream, lie on the sofa basking in the sun,
or scribble on paper with crayons.
Bai Yao would sometimes observe her, wondering how a young girl in the prime of her life could manage to stay indoors so quietly.
But
the little devil never complained, spending her days hugging a soft pillow on the sofa, the warm sunlight shining on her, her
eyes squinting…
Bai Yao walked up to the hairdresser. The girl, wearing only shorts, had her legs slightly bent, and her pink t-shirt was 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, but closed again when she saw him. She grabbed his hand and pressed her face against it,
rubbing against him like a kitten.
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, 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 trembled 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. "
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. 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 your address? 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 yourself, text me the address, oh, it's on you." Without waiting for Bai Yamo's reply, Bai
Yaoyi hung up.
"Little devil, are you hungry?" Bai Yaoyi gently patted her cheek. Jill
nodded vigorously; she had heard the entire conversation. "Are you taking me out to eat?" Her blue eyes shone
brightly, overflowing with anticipation.
Bai Yaoyi shrugged, replying casually, though a slight smile played on his lips. "Since someone's paying,
might as well take advantage." He added, emphasizing it.
He would never admit that he wanted to take her out because the little devil was always cooped up in the house, which didn't suit her vibrant age
.
He wasn't. Those disgusting words, "cold and pitying her," weren't in his vocabulary. He simply
wanted a nice meal, that's all.
He wasn't angry; he just wanted her to comfort him.
Bai Yamo saw Bai Yaoyi. 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
glimpses of his perfectly sculpted chest muscles. His long, strong legs, encased in dark jeans, exuded a sexy,
wanton allure, making passing women unable to resist glancing at him.
Even Bai Yamo 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 is definitely not his
type
. But he actually saw the girl next door circling around Bai Yaoyi, even hugging his arm and looking up as if she was
saying something to him.
Compared to the girl's happy appearance, Bai Yaoyi's expression was indifferent, as if he didn't care about her 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... has an alien invasion occurred? This person is definitely not Bai Yaoyi.
Bai Yamo, who was three steps away from the two, stopped in shock.
Bai Yaoyi had seen her earlier and stopped moving. Jill, who was chasing behind, bumped into his back, making her groan in pain
.
"Bai Yamo, you're five minutes late. He hates waiting!
" "Traffic jam." Bai Yamo's attention was still on the little girl, but she 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 annoying personality was definitely something Bai Yaoyi would hate.
Bai Yaoyi was unfazed by the glare and even spoke in a condescending tone. "Not bad, at least it's not five months later."
She should be grateful.
In just one minute, Bai Yamo felt her temper rise. Her younger brother always had
the ability to anger saints.
"Sister." A head popped out from behind Bai Yaoyi. Jill covered her seat, her blue eyes slightly curved, and greeted Bai
Yamo with a smile.
Hmm... Bai Yamo looked at the girl, then at her brother. "You've changed your tune?"
Bai Yao ignored Bai Ya Mo's stupid words, looked down at Jill, pulled her hand away, and raised an
eyebrow at her reddened little nose.
"Idiot, you don't care about her at all."
Jill glared at him unhappily. "It's all your fault, you bad guy!" 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 Yao sneered, looking like a villain.
Bai Ya Mo, standing to the side, couldn't help but feel sorry for the girl, hoping she wouldn't be made to cry by Bai Yao's sharp words.
Jill blinked, frowning at Bai Yao, who raised an eyebrow, waiting for her reaction.
Jill thought for a moment, and finally spoke. "I'm hungry."
Bai Yaoyi curled his lips in boredom, his initial astonishment at Jill's reaction had now turned into indifference.
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 sarcasm.
Actually, Jill wasn't unresponsive; she simply didn't understand, and for her, hunger was more important. "I want to
eat fish." She gazed longingly at Bai Yaoyi.
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 it
.
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 fish
, and almost all of his canned fish had ended up in her stomach.
At 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 had her brother 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 question, 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 Yao drank the water in his cup, noticing a slight lemony sourness, but the taste was perfectly normal. "Idiot," he thought, "   I don't even know lemon water."   Jill swallowed hard, disgustedly putting down her glass, her lips pursed; she hated the taste in her mouth.   Seeing Jill's pitiful look, Bai Yamo glared at her brother, about to ask Jill if she wanted some juice or something.














However, Bai Yaoyi gestured to a waiter.
"Give me a glass of plain water."
"Yes, sir." The waiter bowed politely and brought a glass of water shortly after. "Sir, here is your
glass of plain water."
Bai Yaoyi took the glass and handed it to Jill.
Jill frowned and stared at the glass, glancing at Bai Yaoyi. 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. Seeing no sign of displeasure, she breathed a sigh of relief and drank it with peace of mind.
"Ah Yi, thank you." She smiled, her eyes crinkling with pure satisfaction.
Bai Yao snorted softly. "Stupid," he said, tugging at her tied ponytail. 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 keen interest. 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 tried to cut the fish fillet with her knife and fork, but no matter how she cut it, the fish was always in pieces,
never cut cleanly.
Frowning, She picked up a small piece of fish and put it in her mouth. It was a thin slice, but
she felt nothing, no satisfaction whatsoever. This angered her, and she chopped the fish fillet with even more force, making a screeching sound on the white porcelain plate, attracting
attention from passersby, some even chuckling quietly. Bai Yao glanced indifferently at the laughing person, a surge of annoyance rising within him. "   What's so funny?
His little brat can't even cut fish !"   The laughing person, startled by Bai Yao's glare, quickly looked away.   Bai Yao snorted inwardly, then turned to look at Jill as if she were an idiot. "Idiot, can't even do this." Truly stupid! He simply used his knife and fork to   cut the fish fillet into pieces   for her .   Jill, with her fork in her mouth, obediently let him scold her, her eyes shifting from her own fish to the beef on his plate… it looked   delicious too.   Bai Yao noticed her gaze. “Eat your fish obediently.”   He picked up a piece of fish, and Jill opened her mouth to bite down. The tender fish flavor spread in her mouth, and she squinted contentedly. But   after eating a few pieces, she glanced at Bai Yao’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 Yao glared at her coldly.   Jill shut her mouth, chewing the beef in her mouth diligently. Hmm… not tasty. She finally resigned herself to obediently eating her own   fish.   Bai Yao focused on cutting the beef, ignoring Bai Ya Mo’s furtive glances.   She had no idea how greedy Jill was; she wanted to try everything, and if she wasn’t allowed to eat, she would   nag incessantly, so noisy.   "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   man was wearing a Chanel dress from the current season, carrying a Chanel handbag. He was tall and had long, wavy   , dark brown hair. A fragrant breeze wafted over.   He was 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 looked at Anna lazily. Just as he was about to speak,   "Ouch!" He suddenly sneezed, and the fish he was chewing came out of his mouth.   His face was covered with exquisite makeup, beautiful yet charming, and every move he made was like   a spray of fish, spraying 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 with disgust, "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 mind. 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, while   Anna was always with him.   According to Dahei, Dahei was a pet owned by the pet shop owner. Anna's scent was   a fragrance that would arouse men, because the pet shop owner always looked like he was drooling when he saw Anna.   Bai Yao's heat cycle lasted about six months, during which time she was neglected, often throwing tantrums at Bai Yao, and even   getting spanked by him several times.   She held all these grudges against Anna.   After a moment of silence,   she said, "I'm so sorry, Jill didn't mean it. 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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