Wow! My wife is beautiful and obedient, everyone envies her!

Qi Yuan spent a day reading the books that Asha had brought yesterday, and today he asked Asha to bring some new books.

Being able to lie in soft bedding after being injured was something Qi Yuan had never dared to dream of before.

He thought today would be like yesterday.

If anyone comes in and causes trouble, threaten him.

But perhaps Noah had already warned those people, because today was unusually quiet, and no one came to disturb his peace.

3pm.

After finishing her day of classes, Petty quietly pushed open Qi Yuan's door and saw him reading a book. Excitedly, she ran over quickly.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

"Read a book."

"Books again? Can't I just not read?"

Petty was clearly there to find playmates.

Hearing the word "book" gives her a headache.

Qi Yuan looked at his hands and feet in casts and said, "I'm injured, so I can't play with you."

"Okay." The little girl lowered her head in disappointment.

Qi Yuan asked her, "Why don't you like reading?"

"There are many unfamiliar characters on it, I can't understand it."

The little girl is still young and at the age where she should be learning.

They should know around three or four hundred words. They can handle simple reading, but not necessarily difficult ones.

Strange to say.

In this strange world filled with ancient European charm, the written language is Chinese characters that Qi Yuan can understand.

There are more than 80,000 Chinese characters in total, and more than 3,000 of them are commonly used. Given Petty's current vocabulary, there will indeed be quite a few unfamiliar characters in a book.

Realizing he didn't know Petty's age, Qi Yuan asked, "How old are you this year?"

Five and a half years old.

It seems that knowing one's age is something to be proud of.

As soon as Qi Yuan asked the question, the little girl answered instantly.

Upon hearing this age, Qi Yuan could only say, "You're really well-nourished."

Because this child's height is about the same as that of a seven or eight-year-old, but she is not even six years old yet.

“Some books are very interesting. Go pick out a few you want to read, and I’ll read them to you,” Qi Yuan said.

After meeting the girl only twice, Qi Yuan discovered that she was very resistant to studying.

It's not good for such a young child to dislike studying. Qi Yuan can hardly do anything right now, but he couldn't do what other people do, where all they have to do is eat and play.

I thought to myself: If I can make the little girl not hate studying so much, then I've done something small.

Petty frowned when he heard the word "book," clearly reluctant.

Only after Qi Yuan urged him did he go to get the book.

The book the little girl brought was a fairy tale book, unlike the children's books Qi Yuan had seen in the library before, which had beautiful and brightly colored illustrations.

The fairy tale books here have a lot of text, with the occasional page featuring a simple black-and-white illustration.

Children are drawn to novel and vibrant things, and black and white drawings don't hold much appeal for them.

Qi Yuan picked up a collection of fairy tales.

The stories in the storybook were almost identical to the stories Qi Yuan knew.

The little girl didn't have much desire to listen. She had just finished a boring and tedious lesson and wanted to play, so she didn't want to listen to the book at all.

However, Qi Yuan told the story vividly. His voice was already pleasant to listen to, and it changed with the story, sometimes expressing joy, sometimes sadness, and sometimes malice.

As the little girl listened, her clear, bright blue eyes gradually widened, and she became increasingly captivated by the story being told.

After listening to a story, she asked Qi Yuan about parts she didn't understand, and Qi Yuan patiently explained them to her. It was then that the little girl realized that not all books are boring or profound.

It snowed for half a day.

At noon, the snow stopped, the dark clouds dispersed, and the sun, as big as a disc, came out.

Four p.m.

As soon as it got dark, Noah took a car home.

In the warm and spacious house, the chef was busy preparing for dinner, and the servants were also busy with their own tasks.

Noah took off his heavy coat and gloves and went upstairs.

Asa stood still at the door of the room on the second floor.

Seeing him approach, Asa bowed respectfully and said, "Greetings, Master."

"Why did you come out?"

"Mr. Qi Yuan and Miss Petty are asleep."

"Petty, why is this little girl bothering Ah Yuan instead of studying properly?"

I remember the little girl was carefree and didn't know her own strength.

Noah was a little worried that the girl might accidentally touch Qi Yuan's wound or something.

He carefully pushed open the door and went inside.

Only one orange-yellow desk lamp was on in the room.

Petty was curled up in a small ball in bed, sleeping soundly against Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan was also asleep, holding a fairy tale book in his uninjured left hand.

The two, one big and one small, slept together, glued to each other.

This scene, witnessed by Noah, evoked indescribable warmth and comfort.

Patty was the child left behind by his deceased sister, so he doted on this quirky little niece.

The two people he loved were sleeping peacefully like babies, and Noah liked them more and more as he looked at them.

He had just sat down on the edge of the bed.

The slight dip in the bedside—this minor change immediately made Qi Yuan open his eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes, they were filled with vigilance and ferocity.

But when they saw who it was, their wariness and ferocity slowly faded.

Noah noticed the subtle change in Qi Yuan's eyes, but he wasn't surprised. Qi Yuan had been on guard against anyone who got close to him in prison, his nerves were always on edge, and he had only been out of prison for a few days. This habit was not going to change anytime soon.

"Sleep a little longer, it's not dinner time yet." He said in a very low voice.

Qi Yuan glanced at Petty beside him and said, "I'm not sleepy anymore."

As he spoke, he glanced at the clock on the wall and asked, "Are you leaving get off work so early today?"

"As the head of the family, I can leave work whenever I want. Besides, it's freezing cold, and the Mafia isn't made of iron; they won't be causing trouble outside every day."

Noah actually meant that at his level, there was no need to cause any trouble.

The factory's gun production and manufacturing were on track, and his sale of weapons was also within the legal scope. He didn't need to hide or go into hiding; he could do business whenever he had it, and transactions were conducted directly.

His only concerns were other families causing him trouble and Ryan's resurgence.

However, with these informants watching over him, news would arrive immediately, so Noah didn't have to do everything himself in a difficult way.

"Why is Petty taking a nap here with you?" Noah asked, changing the subject.

Qi Yuan looked down at the little girl and said, "She came to see me today because she was on holiday. I can't run around like this, so I read to her. She fell asleep while I was reading."

"Read to me before you go to bed tonight too," Noah said with a smile.

Qi Yuan raised an eyebrow at him, somewhat reluctant, but still replied, "Okay."

"Really?" Noah noticed the reluctance on his face.

Qi Yuan nodded without saying anything, but he looked very well-behaved.

Seeing him so well-behaved was a rare sight for Noah, who suddenly felt like teasing him and asked softly, "Do you like me?"