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

Wen Li suddenly remembered something, and the smile on her face faded a little.

She lowered her head, looking at the tips of her shoes, and whispered, "Grandpa Witch..."

Wu Qiming asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

"The bottle is broken..." Milk Dumpling looked very sad.

Wu Qiming naturally knew what she was talking about.

He neither feigned nonchalance nor avoided the topic. Instead, he glanced in the direction of the flower stand and sighed, "I heard about it. It's such a pity."

The little dumpling's head drooped even lower.

That beautiful bottle was a birthday gift for Grandpa Wu. Now that it's broken, Grandpa Wu will definitely be sad.

However, Grandpa Wu looked at her again, examining her from head to toe: "Nannan, are you alright?"

Wen Li blinked, never expecting that Grandpa Wu would ask this first.

She quickly shook her head: "No."

She stretched out her two little arms, stood on tiptoe and spun around a little, carefully examining her grandfather.

Wu Qiming was relieved and nodded with a smile: "That's good."

The little dumpling couldn't help but ask, "Grandpa Witch, aren't you sad?"

Grandpa Wu laughed: "Adults should be honest, right? Well, Grandpa does have a little bit of—"

As he nervously held his breath, he raised his hand and gently patted the two children's heads: "But..."

His smile deepened: "My friend and I have two such wonderful kids, and they've become good friends now. I'm so happy!"

The little bundle of milk was stunned.

She looked left and right. There were only Grandpa Wu, Grandma, her little brother, herself, and the maids and aunts.

The little dumpling tilted its head, puzzled, and asked, "Who is my best friend?"

The adults all laughed.

Qin Zhiyuan stepped forward, took the two children's small hands in her own, and patted them: "It's you two."

Wen Li looked at herself, then at the young man, and suddenly realized.

Qin Zhiyuan asked with a smile, "Are you two good friends now?"

Wen Li nodded immediately: "Yes!"

Then, looking at the young man with some uncertainty, she asked, "Is...it true?"

For some reason, the boy's eyes seemed to dart away.

He, who was usually confident and calm, hesitated for a moment before managing to answer with a nasal tone, "...um."

For the little ones, this means they've been accepted!

Pear has gained another good friend!

Just then, another person walked over.

Wen Li looked over, her eyes lighting up: "Beep beep!"

She immediately let go of Wu Shuo's hand and ran happily towards her guardian: "Beep beep—"

Duan Hetong bent down and steadily caught the little dumpling that was running towards him into his arms.

Like Elder Wu, he first checked the child to make sure there were no injuries before he felt relieved.

Wu Shuo remained standing in the same spot, looking down at his hands.

The warm, soft touch from before is gone.

My palm is empty.

He subconsciously curled his fingers, as if his heart was also empty.

Grandpa Wu took in the whole scene, his smile meaningful, but he said nothing.

On his way there, Duan Hetong had already received a detailed account of what had happened from the servants.

He knew how the Shen family had forced an innocent toddler to admit his mistake in public.

I also know that it was Wu Shuo who stood up to testify for Wen Li.

But he didn't mention the vase. Instead, he squatted down to be at eye level with Wen Li, his voice gentle: "Li Bao, have you tried to explain yourself?"

"Um……"

Wen Li looked somewhat uneasy, afraid that she had done something wrong.

Duan Hetong then asked, "Should we tell everyone, 'Li Bao did nothing wrong'?"

Wen Li nodded, her little hands unconsciously clutching the hem of her skirt.

Duan Hetong knew that this was the little guy's habitual action when he felt uneasy.

She used to be timid and helpless. When she was hurt, she could only repeat "I'm not Pear Baby" over and over again.

But today, she chose to protect herself.

Duan Hetong raised his hand and ruffled the little guy's long hair, smiling gently: "Daddy is proud of you."

Wen Li stared blankly at Ba Ba.

Does being proud of her mean that Pear did the right thing... no, not just "right," but "very well"?

It felt as if little flowers were blooming in her heart.

So, speaking up for yourself isn't a sign of being disobedient.

It turns out that believing in oneself is also something Baba wanted her to learn.

The little bundle of milk grabbed Baba's hand and shook it back and forth.

Does this mean that Pear has grown up a little?

-

Some things should be resolved by adults.

The group arrived at the spot where the vase had broken. The crowd was still gathered there, but the previous commotion had subsided.

Upon seeing Wu Qiming return, they voluntarily made way for him.

The three members of the Shen family huddled together in the center of the crowd, as if they had suffered some great injustice. Anyone who didn't know the situation would think they were the victims.

When Boss Shen saw Wu Qiming, his face lit up with joy: "If the teacher is willing to forgive, perhaps..."

Then, his gaze passed over Wu Qiming and fell upon Duan Hetong behind him.

The man held the baby in one arm, unhurried and calm.

Several times, they have been testing the Duan family's weaknesses, both openly and secretly—could there really be someone as stupid as me in the world?

No one questioned him, but Boss Shen's heart sank.

He shifted his gaze back to Wu Qiming, forcing a smile: "Teacher, about what happened today..."

"You should go back first." Old Master Wu didn't mention the vase and sighed softly.

Mr. Shen's expression froze: "Teacher, I was also worried about your birthday gift—"

"Let's not talk about today's events," Wu Qiming interrupted him, his tone calm and almost gentle. "These past years, it's my fault for not teaching you well."

These words carry more weight than any scolding.

"Teacher, I know I was wrong." He took a step forward, his voice trembling. "Please give me another chance, I promise—"

Wu Qiming remained amiable: "Let's take Ya Ya back with us. The education of children is ultimately the responsibility of the parents."

The more devoid of anger he showed, the clearer it became to Boss Shen that things were over.

He was still pleading, but Wu Qiming had already turned to Wu Shuo and Wen Li and stopped responding.

Several bodyguards from the Wu family stepped forward and raised their hands: "Mr. Shen, please."

Boss Shen wanted to say something more, but when he met the bodyguard's unquestionable gaze behind his sunglasses, he ultimately swallowed his words.

Mrs. Shen held Shen Ya Ya in her arms, and both of them cried uncontrollably, looking utterly distraught.

Shen Yaya looked at Wu Shuo with pleading and reluctance, but the latter didn't even spare her a glance.

Amidst sympathetic and mocking gazes, the three were humiliated and disgraced as they were ushered out of the witch's house.

The guests tactfully dispersed, and the garden returned to quiet.

Wu Qiming stood with his hands behind his back, watching the servants clean up the debris.

Duan Hetong said, "Uncle Wu, Shi Mi knows some people who should be able to fix it. I'll call her over later."

"Thank you." Wu Qiming looked at Wen Li in his arms, with an apologetic expression, "I'm sorry that my little girl suffered today."

Duan Hetong placed his palm on her head and smiled faintly: "She learned something more important today."

Wu Qiming also smiled.

He turned his head, intending to call his grandson over, but found Wu Shuo staring blankly in their direction.

To be precise, it was Wen Li who was watching.

Wu Qiming touched his chin.

It seems that their grandson really likes Zhiyuan's granddaughter.

At this moment, Wu Shuo's heart was far from as calm as it appeared.

The little dumpling in Uncle Hetong's arms has such beautiful eyes, like washed black grapes.

Earlier, he had passed by Huaji and heard Shen Yaya's commotion, so he looked over.

Of course, I recognized those eyes I had been longing for immediately.

In that instant, he felt as if he had returned to Zhongxing Street on that afternoon.

Sunlight. Windmill. Sugar painting.

A milk ball with a destiny.

And just like that, unexpectedly, it reappeared before my eyes.

It turns out that Naituanzi is Grandpa's good friend, Grandma Qin's granddaughter, and the little girl Grandpa has always wanted him to meet.

He had once thought that no matter how cute Grandma Qin's granddaughter was, she couldn't be cuter than "that girl".

It turns out that she and "she" are the same person.

Warm pears.

He silently repeated the name twice in his mind.

What a cute name.

...As lovely as her smile.