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

Yu Jiusi, who was eating leftovers, was stunned for a moment, her eyes blank, not understanding what was wrong with the other person.

Even if you're hungry, you shouldn't eat her leftovers.

Yu Jiusi was shocked, but Sang Wang remained calm, finished his meal, and picked up a tissue to wipe her mouth and hands.

Grandpa Sang, who was sitting in the main seat and hiccuped but no one cared, went numb again.

As people get older, they often want to clean house.

Shouldn't this unfilial grandson be expelled from the family?

Mr. Zhang, who had just handed his little sister over to the maid and was watching her feed her milk powder before finally returning home, saw this scene as soon as he entered the house.

Seeing Yu Jiusi's bewildered and confused look, he stepped forward and explained with a smile, "Miss Yu, you may not know this, but the Sang family has an ancestral rule that no food should be wasted when dining at the old house."

When Uncle Zhang said that, Yu Jiusi realized that although there were only four dishes on the table, they had almost all been eaten.

She frowned in surprise, looked at Sang Wang who was wiping her hands, and said with pursed lips, "You can tell me next time."

"You can still eat?" Sang Wang smiled, not caring. Having touched the little girl's belly, he naturally knew she couldn't eat anymore, and teased her in a soft tone.

Yu Jiusi nodded seriously, "I can... squeeze in."

"But I can't bear to part with her." The little girl's cute words amused Sang Wang, who whispered sweet nothings in a low voice.

Grandpa Sang was already exhausted from being forced to eat another bowl of dog food.

After dinner, Sang Wang, who had been clamoring to leave, quieted down and pulled the little girl to sit on the sofa, whispering something to her.

The little girl has just eaten and shouldn't move around too much, plus she has a habit of taking a nap. If she rushes back, she might fall asleep in the car.

Not wanting the little girl to curl up and sleep in the car seat, Sang Wang, after much thought, did not suggest leaving.

Seeing that the little girl was starting to get sleepy, Sang Wang gently pulled the little girl, who was shaking her head, into his arms and coaxed her silently.

After she fell completely asleep, he slowly picked her up and quietly carried her back to his bedroom, which he hadn't been to in a long time.

Even though he doesn't come back often, the room is cleaned and maintained regularly.

After putting the sleeping little girl back into bed and soothing her for a while to make sure she wouldn't wake up, he slowly got up, closed the door, and went downstairs.

Grandpa Sang was still sitting in his previous seat when Sang Wang walked over and sat down opposite him. He calmly said to the old man, "Grandpa, she is mine."

The sudden, domineering declaration made a vein throb on Old Master Sang's forehead. He roared, "Do you think I'd try to take her away from you?"

Sang Wang looked at him seriously, then suddenly spoke, "Didn't you 'steal' it today?"

"Don't you know how to use your words? I'm asking you." Old Master Sang retorted stubbornly, his voice thick with arrogance despite his lack of conviction.

Sang Wang stared at the old man, whose face was red and neck thick, and remained silent for a few seconds.

"I don't care what others say or see to you, I don't care about the Sang family's status, but I care about her."

Sang Wang spoke each word with utmost seriousness, his dark phoenix eyes unfathomable.

Grandpa Sang stopped throwing a tantrum, lowered his brows and stared blankly at Sang Wang opposite him, knowing that the other was serious.

She was also warning him not to touch her, saying that the Sang family was insignificant and laughable in front of her.

After many years, the grandfather and grandson had a serious conversation again, which began abruptly and ended abruptly.

After talking with Grandpa Sang, Sang Wang went upstairs to his room. When he opened the door, he saw a room decorated in cold colors. It was exquisite but soulless, cold and devoid of warmth.

Sang Wang stood at the door for several seconds, stunned, before finally looking at the bulge on the bed with a gentle gaze, as soft as melting glaciers.

The temperature inside the room seemed to have risen considerably.

When Yu Jiusi woke up groggily, the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was Shengshi's sleeping face right in front of her. Her thick, long eyelashes were like fans, her senses were deep and three-dimensional, and her red lips were soft and beautiful.

Yu Jiusi, who was groggily awake, glanced at the sleeping beauty in front of him, squinted and opened his eyes a crack, staring at her for a long time.

Finally, they slowly crawled over, wrapped their arms and legs around each other, and hugged tightly.

"Mine." Yu Jiusi hugged the person and said domineeringly in a soft and sweet voice. Her soft little face was slightly puffed up, so soft that you wanted to take a bite.

It was so soft and fluffy that it bit someone else before it even got bitten.

After asserting ownership in a domineering manner, Mihusi frowned and bit the other's lips, which looked easy to bite.

Once I've marked it, it's mine, and you're not allowed to run away.

Sang Wang was awakened by being bitten. He slowly opened his eyelids, his drowsy pupils unfocused, revealing a soft, bewildered look.

He blinked his sleepy eyes, looked at the little girl who was holding him tightly in his arms, his dark eyes sparkling with dappled starlight, pursed his lips, and with a wave of his long arm, encircled the little girl's waist.

She lowered her head and gently rubbed against the other person's soft, white neck. The soft, stray hairs brushed against her, causing a ticklish sensation. She nuzzled against him, and a soft smile appeared on her beautiful face.

"Goodness." The voice, not fully awake, was low and husky, yet even more magnetic, subtly alluring.

Yu Jiusi, who was also hugging and rubbing her baby close, nodded her little head sleepily, thinking it was morning, "Good morning, baby."

Sang Wang, who quickly regained his senses, glanced at the bright sunshine outside and chuckled indulgently, "It's getting late."

While being held by the little girl, Sang Wang easily got up, sat on the bed with her in his arms, and gently coaxed her.

Yu Jiusi, who was leaning on Sang Wang's shoulder, frowned with her eyes closed, raised her heavy head, and squinted as she looked around.

The environment was unfamiliar, but the atmosphere felt very familiar.

My sluggish mind took a long time to recover.

Oh right, they're at the Sang family's old house now.

"Do you want to go back?" Sang Wang asked gently, holding Yu Jiusi's hand as she rubbed her eyes.

Yu Jiusi nodded wearily; he still had to return his sister to the man.

Sang Wang happily picked up the person, kissed them, and carried them to the bathroom to wash their face and wake up.

Soon after, Sang Wang, dressed neatly, led the little girl downstairs. The old man and Uncle Zhang were downstairs comforting the crying baby who had just woken up.

Even Dahuang was powerless this time.

Hearing the crying, Yu Jiusi raised her eyes and walked straight toward the group, where she saw the crying baby.

"I don't know what's wrong. He's been crying ever since he woke up and he won't eat." The maid taking care of the baby was anxious and at a loss.

"Give it to me." Yu Jiusi reached out and took it.

Amazingly, as soon as she held him, the little baby stopped crying, blinked his big red eyes at Yu Jiusi, and looked extremely aggrieved.

Everyone else was shocked.

Sang Wang glanced indifferently at the little girl whose expression changed so quickly, his eyes calm. After saying goodbye to Grandpa Sang, he left the old house with the little girl.

Grandpa Sang and Uncle Zhang stood at the door watching the two leave. The two stood very close to each other, looking down at the child in their arms. A dog followed at their feet. From behind, they looked like a harmonious and happy "family of four".

Grandpa Sang sighed deeply and said, "Never mind."

"If the second son sends anything irrelevant again, tell him to get lost." The old man, no longer smiling, had a cold and stern expression, his whole demeanor hard and filled with hostility.

His eyes were sharp and cold, keeping strangers at bay. He exuded an invisible pressure, and his imposing aura, which he commanded without anger, was not something ordinary people possessed.