My brother entrusted his child to me, and I livestreamed raising the baby, making the Empress cry wi

Lin Ye chuckled, his laughter carrying a hint of laziness and a touch of amusement.

"It's also thanks to Langko's divine intervention." He took his hand out of his pocket and adjusted the collar of his coat, which had been blown open by the wind.

Upon hearing this, Wang Musheng's lips curled up slightly, and he adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"We really should thank them properly. How about we give them a bankruptcy gift package?" He rarely made a joke.

Lin Ye turned to look at him, and the two exchanged a glance and laughed together.

Lin Ye then glanced at his phone. There was a flight to Jiangcheng in forty minutes. If he rushed there now, he should make it in time and be able to have dinner with Xiao Douzi as soon as he landed.

"I'm going back to Jiangcheng first," Lin Ye said.

Wang Musheng didn't ask any further questions and nodded to indicate that he understood.

Lin Ye's final instructions to Wang Musheng:

"Keep an eye on the aftermath of this incident and report back immediately if anything develops. Also—"

He paused, turned to the side, and looked at Wang Musheng.

The setting sun shone from the side of his face, casting a sharp shadow on one side of his nose.

"Have the factory start preparing samples of powder metallurgy high-temperature alloy turbine disks immediately. Get that newly arrived CNC vertical lathe specifically for high-temperature alloys working working as soon as it's debugged..."

"We absolutely must secure this order!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Lin, leave this to me." Wang Musheng's tone was calm and decisive.

Lin Ye raised his hand and patted Wang Musheng on the shoulder, then turned around and strode outside.

It gets dark early in early winter.

When Lin Ye arrived at the airport, it was already getting dark. Outside the glass curtain wall of the waiting hall, the sky was a gray-blue light, and rows of indicator lights on the runway were lit up.

Security check, boarding, takeoff.

Two hours later, the plane landed at Jiangcheng Airport, and it was already completely dark.

Lin Ye had just pushed open the door—

"Godfather!!!"

A crisp shout rang out from the direction of the living room, followed by a series of hurried and rapid footsteps.

Lin Ye looked up and saw a small figure in pink fluffy pajamas rushing towards him.

Her two short legs moved incredibly fast, and the two little braids on her head bounced up and down as she ran, like two rabbit ears.

Then that pink blob crashed solidly into his arms.

He bent down, scooped it up with both hands, and steadily scooped the soft, pink little thing into his arms.

The little boy buried his face in his chest and rubbed against him vigorously.

"Godfather—" Little Douzi's muffled voice came from his chest, muffled by the fabric, "Little Douzi missed you—"

Lin Ye lowered his head, his chin brushing against the fine, soft hair on the top of Xiao Douzi's head, feeling the little thing in his arms still gently wriggling around.

He couldn't help but laugh, the laughter booming from his chest, causing the dumpling in his arms to tremble.

"Missing your godfather?" He freed one hand, placed his palm on the back of Xiaodouzi's head, and gently stroked it twice.

He softened his voice, raising the pitch at the end, with a hint of doting teasing, "It's only a few hours later than usual, and our little one is so clingy—"

Xiao Douzi's body stiffened for a moment in his arms.

Lin Ye didn't notice and continued, "Then Godfather can't be away for too long in the future."

"Oh dear..." Little Douzi let out a soft, embarrassed gasp, and buried her face even deeper.

Lin Ye laughed out loud, changed his shoes, and carried her all the way to the sofa to sit down.

Xiao Douzi didn't look up the whole time, her face buried in his chest, like a little ostrich burying its head under its wings.

After sitting down on the sofa, Xiao Douzi still didn't move.

Lin Ye didn't pay any attention, assuming she was still shy, and gently patted her back with one hand.

The TV in front of him was still playing the cartoon that Xiao Douzi had watched before he came back, and cheerful voices were coming out.

However, Lin Ye had no idea what kind of wild thoughts were going through Xiao Douzi's little head this time.

After a long while, a muffled sentence came from inside his own chest.

"I'm sorry, Godfather..."

The sound was very soft, so soft that Lin Ye had to listen very carefully to hear it.

"Little Douzi, did you...?" She paused, and Lin Ye felt the two little hands clutching his clothes tighten slightly. "Did you cause your godfather any trouble...?"

Lin Ye was stunned for a moment.

The next second, he mentally slapped himself hard.

Serves you right for talking nonsense and teasing her!

Xiao Douzi is naturally sensitive, and having only been here a short time, she probably hasn't adjusted to her new mental state yet. Children who have been abandoned are most afraid of being disliked.

When you say "you're so clingy," and you think you're just teasing her, what does she actually hear?

It's "Aren't you being too clingy?" or "Do you find me annoying?"

He quickly reached into his clothes and carefully "dug" out the little head that was buried in his chest.

really.

Little Douzi's eyes were already red, her lips were pressed into a thin line, and the corners of her mouth were turned down. She was clearly trying hard not to cry, but the more she tried to hold back, the more her little face scrunched up.

"Little Douzi—" Lin Ye pulled her closer to his chest and spoke softly:

"No, not at all. Godfather is extremely happy that Little Douzi likes him and relies on him."

He lowered his head, looked into Xiao Douzi's eyes, and said solemnly, "Godfather will never find Xiao Douzi troublesome, you know?"

Xiao Douzi sniffed, her eyes misty as she looked at Lin Ye.

"Really...?" Her voice was soft and thin, still tinged with sobs.

"Really!" The two words were spoken quickly and steadily, without the slightest hesitation.

Lin Ye gently stroked her cheek with his thumb again. He continued, "Godfather loves Little Pocket so much, how could he find it annoying? Promise Godfather you won't think about this kind of question again. Come here—"

He held out his little finger to the little bag: "Pinky promise."

Little Douzi paused for a moment, then quickly raised her little hand and solemnly hooked her little finger with Lin Ye's.

"Pinky promise, a hundred years from now." Lin Ye said each word clearly, then pressed his thumb firmly against Xiao Douzi's thumb. "Stamp it."

Little Douzi looked at the two "stamped" fingers and finally smiled.

Lin Ye saw that she finally smiled, and a weight was lifted from his heart.

He flicked the little boy's still red nose with his finger: "Alright, you're almost crying like a little kitten."

"I didn't cry," Xiao Douzi said shyly, turning her face away.

"Okay, okay, I didn't cry, I didn't cry." Lin Ye raised his hands in surrender, then exaggeratedly rubbed his chest and grimaced as he gasped for breath.

"But Little Douzi really hit me hard just now; Godfather's bones almost broke."

"Ah!" Little Douzi immediately tensed up, her two little hands frantically groping his chest.

"Where? Is it serious?"

"Here, yes, right here—ouch, it hurts so much—"

"Godfather is lying! You were just laughing!"

"Ha ha ha ha--"