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Recently, Ye Yao Yao became obsessed with a novel called "Fake Heiress." Interestingly, the female character shares the same name as her uncle, both called Ye Bing. However, the difference lies in the fact that the character is exceptionally lucky, possessing a coveted "koi" quality that allows her life to sail smoothly without encountering any setbacks. As for her uncle... well, that's a secret for now.
One day, a new student joined Class 1 of the fourth grade at Huaduoduo Elementary School. Ye Yao Yao sat at her desk, staring blankly. The new student was incredibly beautiful, with large eyes and fair skin, dressed in an adorable little dress. As she walked down from the podium, a sweet fragrance wafted through the air, reminiscent of a delicious cream cake.
Her name was Zheng Mengni.
Because she was so cute, Ye Yao Yao momentarily forgot to associate her with the malicious "Fake Heiress" from the novel. Zheng Mengni became Ye Yao Yao's deskmate. She sat upright at her desk, taking notes with neat and clear handwriting, each stroke perfectly formed. Her writing was also charming—round and plump, almost like drawing.
Ye Yao Yao couldn't help but stare at her lovely deskmate in awe. Suddenly, she asked softly, "Ni Ni, where do you live? Can we go home together after school?"
Zheng Mengni paused her writing for a moment; a hint of confusion flickered in her watery eyes. She couldn't remember anything at all. Since she became aware of her surroundings, she had always been in this classroom.
After school, Zheng Mengni held onto her backpack's shoulder strap and slowly walked beside Ye Yao Yao. This enthusiastic girl invited her to visit her home.
Zheng Mengni couldn't bear to refuse, after all, she didn't know where else to go. The two little girls each held an ice pop as they arrived at Ye Yao Yao's house. It was enormous, resembling a castle or a maze.
Zheng Mengni tugged at Ye Yao Yao's sleeve, closely following her. If one wasn't careful, they would surely get lost. This castle was truly vast. Zheng Mengni felt both curious and anxious.
Suddenly, a loud bang echoed from ahead, causing Zheng Mengni to cry out in fright, and Ye Yao Yao joined her in wailing. The two tiny girls huddled together, trembling.
Hearing the commotion, Ye Bing expressionlessly tossed the gun he had just used to a subordinate and kicked aside the man on the ground who was paralyzed with fear. As Ye Bing turned around, the coldness on his face vanished completely, replaced by a refined and noble smile. He walked forward while gesturing for his men to remove the heap of trash.
Ye Bing stopped in front of Ye Yao Yao and said, "Yao Yao, why are you home from school so early?"
Upon seeing her uncle, Ye Yao Yao immediately stopped crying, sniffling as she nodded shakily. "Uncle, what was that sound just now?"
Without missing a beat, Ye Bing lied smoothly, "Oh, that was just a balloon popping. I’m sorry it scared you."
Zheng Mengni sniffled and asked, "A big balloon?"
Ye Yao Yao's impression of her home had already been firmly established. It was big—especially big. Everything was large: the house, the garden, even the balloons in the castle were enormous. No wonder it made such a frightening noise when it exploded.
Ye Bing finally noticed the little one beside Ye Yao Yao, her eyes red and resembling a gentle little rabbit.
He leaned slightly forward, greeting Zheng Mengni kindly, "Ah, you must be Yao Yao's classmate. Welcome to our home! Feel free to play; don’t hold back—treat it like your own place, alright?"
Zheng Mengni blinked slowly, her eyelashes damp and looking somewhat pitiful as she replied, "Thank you, Uncle."
At just six months shy of eighteen, Ye Bing felt his smile stiffen. Although Ye Yao Yao referred to him as "Uncle" due to their age difference, it felt odd to hear this little girl call him that.
"Oh, it’s nothing; it’s just a title. Call me whatever makes you happy," he reassured himself.
Kids are like that; it’s normal for them not to pick up on these things.
Ye Bing understood this very well and was quite empathetic. He had no time to fuss over such trivial matters.
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