Mommy, don't be afraid, I'll bring you blind boxes and scam you out of a wealthy family to

The white house in the fairy tale has a pointed roof, round windows, soft lighting, and rose vines wet with drizzle.

There must also be a wonderful person living there.

After the door opened, the little dumpling looked up at the person who came in with curiosity.

He was a boy six or seven years older than her, with a cold, jade-like face, and light-colored hair and eyes. He didn't seem to be a native of this country. He was sitting in a cold, impersonal wheelchair.

A light gray blanket was draped over his knees, and there was a faint sickness between his brows. His whole being exuded an indescribable weariness.

The boy looked down at the wet, milky dumpling, his thin lips parting slightly: "*Who are you?*"

Xiao Wenli tilted her head in confusion.

This handsome young man seems to be talking to me.

But—I can't understand a word at all!

The maid rushed over: "Young master, it's raining outside, please don't—oh?"

When she saw the little dumpling by the door, she was startled: "Oh dear! What's that little child doing here?"

The maid spoke Chinese, which Wen Li understood. She was about to speak when she uttered a "Achoo!"

Then, a piece of cloth with a faint, bitter scent was draped over her.

The little dumpling popped out from inside the "cloth" and then it turned out to be the older brother's blanket.

The boy had already turned his wheelchair and driven it into the house, instructing, "*Bring it in*."

The room was dry and bright, with a large fireplace topped with a large bouquet of unknown flowers, just like the fairytale scene Wen Li had imagined.

Wen Li was led in obediently by the maid and walked in. She even rubbed herself on the floor mat, embarrassed, afraid that she would bring mud into the beautiful white house.

The maid brought a clean towel, knelt down to dry Wen Li, and said with concern, "Why are you so wet? Little one, where are your parents?"

The little dumpling stood motionless, like a kitten being manipulated. Hearing the last question, it lowered its eyelashes with a hint of sadness: "Li Bao, all alone."

The maid exclaimed in surprise, "Alone? Have you run away from home?"

The milk ball has not yet connected its behavior with this worldly definition.

She looked at the boy beside her and asked softly, "Big brother, is this 'happy' home?"

The maid was a little nervous; the young master was unsure about this kind of question…

The boy remained calm and answered with a single syllable.

Wen Li couldn't understand, so she looked to the maid for help.

The maid quickly translated, "The young master said, 'No.' He understands Chinese, but he can't speak it."

Milk Dumpling blinked away the water droplets from her eyelashes, slowly uttered an "oh," and the light in her eyes dimmed.

This white house is not the "happy" home Mommy described.

She... went to the wrong place.

The little dumpling clenched her arms, hugged her rabbit doll with a disappointed expression, and bowed politely: "I'm sorry, Pear Baby, for disturbing you."

After saying that, he tried to walk out.

"It's still raining outside!" The maid was a little anxious, but since she wasn't the master of the house, she could only look at the boy and wait for his decision.

The boy's gaze fell on the milk dumplings.

She wasn't even as tall as the doorknob, soaked to the bone, her little face red from the cold, but she went back to the mat and didn't take another step forward.

I'm terrified of causing trouble for others.

The boy said something in a low voice.

The maid smiled and translated for Wen Li, "Our young master said you can stay here until the rain stops."

The little dumpling blinked: "Thank you, big brother, thank you, auntie..."

This isn't where "happiness" lives right now, but if Pear stays a little longer, maybe "happiness" will come.

Just then, a small, oat-colored figure slowly emerged from behind the sofa.

It was a cat of no particular breed, with a limp on one hind leg, making it unbalanced as it walked. Its expression mirrored its owner's, showing indifference.

The maid wanted to greet it: "You're awake."

It stretched leisurely, flicked its tail, and walked straight past her.

The little dumpling held its breath, afraid of startling it, its eyes sparkling with admiration: "Meow meow..."

The cat stopped beside Wen Li, gently hooked its tail, and rubbed its head against the milk dumpling.

The milk ball didn't dare to move.

The cat acted as if nothing had happened, limping over to the wheelchair and jumping onto his lap with surprising agility.

The boy lowered his eyes, stroking the cat's nape, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

It never gets close to anyone other than itself.

Could she... possess some kind of magic that makes her worthy of being approached?

The maid was equally surprised, but she didn't think much of it. She twirled Wen Li's still slightly damp hair and said, "I'll go make you some ginger milk, so you don't catch a cold."

After the maid went to the kitchen, only the two people and the cat remained in the large living room.

The white house looks very tall from the outside, but it actually only has two floors inside, with very high ceilings on each floor. Plus, there aren't many people around, so it feels empty.

The Duan family mansion had many servants, including four or five cooks. Old Master Duan liked being surrounded by servants and always had a lively atmosphere.

In comparison, this place is really deserted.

The little dumpling hesitated for a moment, then, adhering to the etiquette instilled by her mother, she took the initiative to introduce herself to the boy: "I'm Li Bao, big brother, what's your name?"

The boy glanced at her, his words slightly hesitant: "...Ji Hui."

Wen Li always calls adults by reduplicated words at home, and this time was no exception. Her little head suddenly realized something: "Brother Huihui!"

Ji Hui paused in his petting of the cat, frowning, "*Don't call me that*."

Unfortunately, the milk ball couldn't understand.

Not only did she not stop, but with a smile in her eyes and a sweet, childlike voice, she called out again, "Brother Huihui~!"

Ji Hui looked at her innocent smile, feeling quite confused.

Why can someone who's been soaked to the bone and looks like a stray cat still smile?

Why are you so unguarded with people you've just met?

His fingers unconsciously stroked the cat's fur, refusing to acknowledge the strange feeling in his heart, a feeling called being touched.

-

The car headlights shone through the window glass and into the living room from afar.

From afar, they could hear Ji Zhenglin's boisterous voice: "Xiao Hui! I'm back! What do you want to eat tonight, Xiao Hui? How about your uncle takes you out to eat?"

The maid came out to greet him: "Master is back. The young master has already had dinner."

Ji Zhenglin handed her his suit jacket: "You've already eaten so early? What about a late-night snack? See if you can make something he likes, and I'll have some with him..."

Ji Zhenglin, the Speaker of the Tan City Council, is the undisputed top figure in the political arena. He is ruthless and incorruptible, never showing any mercy.

Back home, he transforms into an uncle who goes to great lengths to please his nephew.

He wanted to cherish his sister's only child, who was also disabled, but Ji Hui didn't appreciate it at all; she was even more affectionate towards him than she was towards the cat.

Ji Zhenglin loosened his tie, about to give Ji Hui in the wheelchair a smile: "Little—"

The boy held up one finger: "*Quiet*."

My nephew usually doesn't like to talk to him, so it's a kind of progress that he took the initiative to make him shut up.

Ji Zhenglin was flattered and asked in a low voice, "What is Xiao Hui playing?"

The boy didn't look at him; his eyes were fixed on the direction of the bedroom.

Ji Zhenglin was stunned when he saw it.

What is that little bundle on my nephew's bed?

Did this child pick up another stray cat?

Ji Zhenglin had mixed feelings. After the accident, Ji Hui became unwilling to communicate with people and at most became close to small animals.

It's not that the Ji family can't afford to keep animals; it's just that for his psychological recovery, his nephew will eventually need to interact with people, preferably children his own age...

A small bundle under the covers stirred, revealing a tuft of black hair.

Oh, this time I picked up a black cat...

Wait a minute, something's not right!

Ji Zhenglin's eyes widened, and he rushed to the bedside. He saw a small, delicate face hidden under the blanket. It was not a kitten at all, but a little baby!

—Did my good nephew pick up a child?!

Ji Zhenglin turned to look at Ji Hui, his face full of surprise: "What's going on?"

Ji Hui's wheelchair is designed to be silent, so it makes no sound even when it runs over a wooden floor.

He approached slowly, ignoring his uncle and focusing his gaze solely on the little girl: "*Don't wake her*."

The maid finally came in and quietly explained, "I don't know whose child this is. She came here tonight, and the young master saw it was raining outside and took pity on her and let her stay. Sir, what do you think of this…?"

Chi Cheng-lin frowned: "Has anyone reported a child missing nearby?"

"There aren't any nearby, but..." The maid showed him her phone.

The hottest topic on Toutiao is that the Duan family is mobilizing all their connections, resources, and channels to search for their missing daughter throughout the city.

Ji Zhenglin frowned more and more deeply. The second son of the Duan family, who was a lawyer, had just approached him, wanting to use his influence to expedite the adoption approval process; how could the child be lost so easily?

Come to think of it, he remembered that the little girl was about three or four years old, and...

Ji Zhenglin turned his head and looked at the milk ball in the quilt again, his eyes filled with astonishment.

Could it be such a coincidence?

Chi Cheng-lin asked, "Did she ever tell you her name?"

The maid recalled, "It seemed to be a pear... a pear..."

Ji Hui looked up: "Li Bao."

Pear treasure. pear.

— Ji Zhenglin remembered that the child's name was Wen Li according to the information Duan Xianchen gave him!

He muttered, "Duan Hetong is going crazy looking for her, he'd turn Tan City upside down, and several councilors even skipped their meetings to help him... She's actually at my house, I should send her back quickly—no, I should ask him to come and pick her up."

He was about to take out his phone when it was stopped.

"Don't take her away." Ji Hui's tone was flat, and for the first time ever, he made a request to the adults. "I want... her to stay."