The yandere, arrogant man is online, a green tea bitch, whispering "my darling".

Sang Wang took the clothes from Lin Sen's hand and coldly closed the door, leaving Lin Sen standing outside with a blank expression.

"Woo~" Big Yellow, who had been guarding the door all night, raised its head and whimpered softly.

Lin Sen looked down and met his gaze. They stared at each other, and for some reason, he felt that he and the little dog were in the same situation.

When Sang Wang led Yu Jiusi out, Lin Sen had already gone downstairs with Da Huang in his arms.

Yu Jiusi, who was slowly walking downstairs behind Sang Wang, turned his head and saw the woman standing quietly in front of the dining table waiting.

He looked to be in his forties, dressed simply and neatly with an apron around his waist, his back straight, neither humble nor arrogant.

His sharp eyes and expressionless face conveyed a sense of seriousness and coldness, making him unapproachable to strangers.

Aunt Yun watched the two approaching figures without glancing to the side, her gaze sweeping lightly over the cheerful Sang Wang, and lingering on Yu Jiusi's face for two seconds.

With an unchanged expression and eyes lowered, he greeted her with a respectful yet firm tone, "Young Master, Miss Yu."

When Lin Sen came down, he mentioned it to Aunt Yun. How could he be the only one stunned by such a shocking event?

Aunt Yun never expected that when she went out, there would be another person in the house when she came back.

"This is Aunt Yun," Sang Wang introduced, holding the little girl's soft little hand.

Yu Jiusi glanced at Sang Wang, then at Aunt Yun who seemed difficult to get along with, and nodded to her.

The little girl's obedient appearance only caught Aunt Yun's attention. Her coldness remained unchanged as she nodded indifferently, "Young Master, Miss Yu, please enjoy your meal."

Aunt Yun, with a cold and expressionless face, turned and went back to the kitchen.

Yu Jiusi watched Aunt Yun's departing figure with curiosity, her gaze lingering on her feet for a few more moments.

Aunt Yun walks without making a sound.

Yu Jiusi's eyes lit up as she ate the breakfast Aunt Yun had made. Although it wasn't as amazing as Sang Baobao's, it was still delicious enough.

He held the bowl and drank three bowls of porridge.

Aunt Yun, who was secretly observing from behind the kitchen door, was also shocked by the speed at which the little girl ate.

A flicker of surprise crossed his indifferent expression, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

The little girl doesn't look very big, but she has a big appetite.

After eating and drinking to her heart's content, Yu Jiusi sat on the sofa and watched Aunt Yun quickly and efficiently tidy up the table with a cold face. She also saw Lin Sen going in and out and taking a lot of things.

Sang Wang was still talking to him from the side.

Yu Jiusi leaned back on the sofa, bored, watching TV. Da Huang, who had also eaten and drunk his fill, jumped onto her lap and lazily asked her a question.

[Little master, aren't we going back to the Yu family?]

[Yes, it's okay if I go home a little later today.]

Yu Jiusi wasn't in a hurry. With such a big incident yesterday, the Yu family must be in complete chaos, and no one would pay attention to her for a while.

"Little master, can we not go back? The Yu family are all so mean, Da Huang doesn't like them." The child's voice carried a hint of dissatisfaction.

"It'll be soon." Yu Jiusi gently stroked Da Huang's fur, her eyes flashing.

After yesterday's conspiracy, her karmic ties with the Yu family are almost severed, and she will soon be able to break free from the constraints of karma.

"So, if we leave the Yu family, will we be staying at Lord Sang's place?" Da Huang asked, tilting his head.

Yu Jiusi nodded as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Wherever the treasure is, that's where she is.

She went to great lengths to bring the precious baby home and raise it.

It is natural to guard it at all times.

The little mongrel hesitated for a few moments before timidly making a request.

"Little master, if we stay here, can Big Yellow ask for a doghouse?" Big Yellow asked pitifully, its ears drooping.

Big Yellow, who sleeps on the floor every day, feels it really needs a soft doghouse.

"Dahuang, have you forgotten that you're not a dog?" Yu Jiusi said suddenly after a long silence.

Shenlong Huang, who has become accustomed to his dog form and considers himself a dog: !!

Sorry, I really forgot.

Holding her lifeless little mongrel, Yu Jiusi watched TV absentmindedly.

When Sang Wang arrived, he saw the little girl sitting cross-legged on the soft sofa, her back ramrod straight, watching TV intently.

The black and white eyes flowed with starlight, twinkling.

Sang Wang glanced at the image on the television screen.

Yes, a bunch of decent-looking young men are singing and dancing on a cool stage, while the audience cheers and shouts.

His calm, dark eyes showed no emotion, but when he slowly lowered his gaze and saw the little girl's bright eyes, a dark light flashed in his eyes.

He placed his hands on the back of the sofa, stood behind the little girl, leaned slightly forward, and gazed intently. "Is it pretty?"

A lazy, soft voice came from above. Yu Jiusi shifted her attention from the television and looked up to meet the gaze of the man looking down at her.

That ridiculously beautiful face looks even better from a different angle.

Yu Jiusi didn't understand the deeper meaning, blinked, and nodded without hesitation.

Of course you're beautiful.

Looking into the little girl's bright eyes, Sang Wang stared at her with his dark eyes for a few seconds, then looked up expressionlessly and lowered his eyes.

The young girl actually praised another man's good looks right in front of him.

Someone stood lazily and casually behind the sofa, half-closing their eyes, the shadows cast by their long eyelashes obscuring the dark glint in their eyes.

He glanced at the screen subtly, a meaningful look flashing across his face.

Yu Jiusi strained to look up at the person who had suddenly fallen silent, a great question flashing through her small mind.

Is my childhood sweetheart angry again?

Although she didn't know why the other person was angry, Luo Bo felt she still had to try to appease them.

She's his only treasure, so he has to be pampered.

She turned around, stood on the sofa, leaned down, and rubbed her soft cheek against his face.

The little girl's sudden closeness made Sang Wang's eyes flicker, and he slightly raised his neck to look at Yu Jiusi, who was taller than him.

Yu Jiusi looked at her childhood sweetheart, who was still expressionless, and pursed her lips. Hadn't she managed to coax him yet?

Then stick it on again.

Yu Jiusi placed her hands on Sang Wang's shoulders and rubbed her head against his face and head repeatedly.

Halfway through, Sang Wang, whose face was covered in hair, stared longingly at the little girl whose hair was also slightly messy.

A look of bewilderment and innocence flickered across her beautiful, fair face.

While trying to coax her, the radish, who had become quite irritable, was now pursing her lips, her slightly red cheeks puffed out, and her delicate eyebrows furrowed in a knot.

He looked annoyed.

Forget it, I won't try to coax her anymore.

The sulking little girl turned and sat down, radiating an aura of irritability that screamed "Don't touch me!" She sulked alone, turning herself into a pufferfish in her anger.

Seeing the little girl suddenly become irritable and angry, Sang Wang turned the tables and began to coax her.

"Good boy~"

"My sweet baby~"

"Good boy/girl~"

Despite Sang Wang's gentle, languid calls, Luo Bo remained steadfast, her stern face refusing to be appeased.

Finally, Sang Wang silently went into the kitchen, brought out a fruit platter, and sat down next to the irritable and sullen girl, patiently feeding her.

It wasn't until she had been fed a whole plateful that the little girl calmed down.

Seeing the girl's softened expression, Sang Wang was both angry and amused, realizing that he was not even as good as a plate of fruit.