Quick Transmigration: So the Green Tea Sister Stole the Male Lead

Yuf was barely appeased; she was a very demanding child with a strong possessive streak.

Just thinking about how Cen Rang gave all his affection to other children made her feel suffocated.

Thankfully, there were no other children.

Cen Rang didn't go home until very late that day. He promised You Fu many times that he only liked her before leaving, so that the child wouldn't hold a grudge.

The more familiar this kid becomes, the more unruly he gets.

When we first met, she was so sweet and gentle, like the girl of my dreams. Now she's a total devil.

But Cen Rang left with a smile on his lips.

He preferred Yuf to Yuf, who dared not act presumptuously in his presence, to Yuf when she threw a tantrum.

After Cen Rang left, You Yirou sat in the rocking chair, holding You Fu with a sorrowful expression: "Baby, will you be unhappy if we go back to the old house to live together?"

Yuf blinked at her mother's face. Although she didn't want to live a hard life, she didn't want her mother to frown even more: "No, it won't happen."

If she had to choose, Fufu would definitely want to stay with her mother.

Looking at You Fu, who seemed a little down but still obediently smiled at her, You Yirou felt a pang of pity.

"Mom was just asking casually; we'll stay here for now."

......

Yuf walked alone to the yellow villa. She was so tired from walking; her little feet were sore.

After I rang the doorbell, someone came to open the door very quickly.

She was an elderly woman with gray hair and a kind face.

Grandma was puzzled when she didn't see anyone, until she heard a babyish voice from below: "I'm here, Grandma."

He Qingsong's grandmother, Ms. Chen Yinglan, lowered her head and laughed in surprise:

"Where did this adorable little baby come from?"

"This adorable Fufu comes from home." Yufu cupped her chubby cheeks in her hands. Oh dear, she was praised again.

Grandma half-squatted down: "Is Fufu here to see someone?"

Yuf nodded vigorously twice: "I've come to find Tsuru..."

What was that handsome little boy's name again?

Yuf couldn't remember and anxiously scratched her earlobe.

Chen Yinglan looked at her kindly, her eyes encouraging.

Yuf suddenly had a bright idea: "I've come to find my Weifenfu."

Chen Yinglan exclaimed, "Oh my! We were hiding Fufu's fiancé in our house!"

He Qingsong, who was doing her elementary school homework in the living room, heard the noise at the door and ran over with a blush on her face:

"Stop talking nonsense everywhere, Yuf."

Yuf was quite happy to see her "fiancé" whom she hadn't seen all night, since she had never had many friends her own age.

"Mifenfu! Fufu's here to see you!"

Under his grandmother's loving yet amused gaze, He Qingsong led You Fu into the house. He tried hard to keep his expression in check, but his cheeks couldn't help but flush: "Don't keep saying those words."

Yuf was puzzled:

"But we made a promise yesterday. You were to be Fufu's husband."

No matter how much He Qingsong thought back, he was certain that he had never agreed to it.

He knew that arguing with Yuv would be pointless.

Kids often accept things without really understanding them.

He Qingsong didn't dare to refuse outright, fearing that Youfu would cry again, so he reluctantly conceded, "I can only play with you after I finish my homework."

Yuf sat obediently next to him, covering her mouth with her hands: "Then I won't say anything."

He Qingsong: "I can say that I'm almost finished writing."

Chen Yinglan washed some grapes and brought them over: "Fufu, have some. Do you want to play with Grandma?"

Yuf: "Okay."

He Qingsong: "Grandma, I'll play with her after I finish writing, so you don't need to worry."

Chen Yinglan walked towards the garden with a smile: "Okay, Grandma won't bother you."

Yuf followed like a little tail: "Grandma, I'll go with you too."

For kids, the outside world is much more interesting than helping their "fiancé" with his homework.

Chen Yinglan took a liking to Youfu, this sweet-talking and adorable child: "Okay, Grandma will take Youfu to pick pretty flowers, alright?"

"Okay!" Yu Fu nodded like a chick pecking at rice and took Chen Yinglan's hand.

He Qingsong's face bore a deep bitterness and resentment that he himself was unaware of. Only after Youfu's figure disappeared through the small gate leading to the garden did he reluctantly bury his head in his homework.

The Crane family's garden is very beautiful, with a profusion of flowers of various kinds.

Chen Yinglan took a pair of gardening shears and asked Youfu which flowers she liked: "Grandma will wrap them up for you later and tie them into a bouquet. They'll look beautiful."

Yuf exclaimed in delight, then shyly twisted the hem of her lace dress: "Grandma, can I give the flowers to Mom?"

Is it inappropriate for her to give flowers to her mother after her grandmother gave them to her?

Chen Yinglan was a little surprised. Looking at the little girl's rosy cheeks, as white as a peach, her heart softened. "Of course," she said, "how about we pick out the prettiest bouquet of flowers for Mom together?"

Yu Fu clung to Chen Yinglan in a snap, sweetly pleading, "Grandma, you're so kind. Fu Fu loves you."

So when He Qingsong finished his homework and went to the garden to find You Fu, there was already a harmonious atmosphere between You Fu and Chen Yinglan that he couldn't fit into.

He Qingsong was never a lively child. If it weren't for Youfu clinging to him, he wouldn't say more than a few words a day.

He could only silently follow beside her, watching Yuf flit among the flowers like a beautiful little butterfly.

As she watched, a smile involuntarily crept onto her lips. This scene caught the eye of Youfu, who happened to turn around at the same time. As if she had discovered something new and interesting, she rushed to He Qingsong's side, but couldn't stop in time and ended up hugging He Qingsong tightly, their noses almost touching each other's faces.

"Gorgni smiled."

Yu Fu hugged He Qingsong with a grin, "It's beautiful."

He Qingsong's lips curled into a smile: "Be careful, don't fall."

Yuf pouted, "Gorgni looks like a little old man."

He Qingsong: "..."

However, Yuf quickly regained her good mood and proudly presented what she was holding to He Qingsong: "Brother, look, it's a ring, for you."

A straw ring lay in her soft, white hand.

This simple little thing looked very childish, but He Qingsong was on high alert.

He always had a premonition that if he accepted it, he would inevitably be trapped by these little troublemakers.