After Miss Lu became the only one to enjoy the limelight, her six brothers knelt down and begged for

Lu Ning felt something was off, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

"Mommy, you stay over there and investigate. I'll keep an eye on this man here. If Uncle San comes looking for you, I'll figure out a way to handle it."

"I understand. Then be prepared to fall out with your third uncle. They've been quite good to you all these years, almost always granting your every wish. I've also caused a lot of trouble over the years, and they've cleaned up a lot of messes for me. Can you bear to do that then?"

When Lu Ning asked that question, she was actually very conflicted.

“Mommy, knowing the truth doesn’t conflict with this. If Uncle San is stopping you from knowing, it means there’s something they’re afraid of. I also want to know what they’re hiding.”

"I understand. My son is so smart. What would I do without you?"

A hint of embarrassment appeared on the little dumpling's usually aloof face: "Hmph, of course."

"Mommy loves you so much."

"Well, hung up."

The little dumpling hung up the phone with a cool and aloof expression, then looked at the photo of the three of them on the phone screen and smiled.

Lu Ning looked at her phone as she lay down next to her daughter.

She was determined to know what kind of life she had lived before, and also wanted to know what her third brother and the others had been hiding from her.

She didn't want to live a life of uncertainty.

-

The next day, Ji Chiqian woke up to find himself lying in the children's room.

He recalled carrying the little pink dumpling back to the nursery, but then he forgot what happened after that.

The butler, who had been keeping watch, quickly stood up from the small sofa when he saw Ji Chiqian wake up: "Young Master, are you alright now?"

"I'm fine. How did I get here? Where are they?"

“Last night, young master, you drank too much and started to have a fever again, so Miss Lu called the family doctor to come and see you. Miss was worried about you and stayed with you the whole time. She didn’t want to leave until you were exhausted and fell asleep in the middle of the night, and then Miss Lu carried you to the guest room.”

Upon hearing this, Ji Chiqian rubbed his temples.

He sat up, feeling a bit of a headache.

This feeling was not unfamiliar to him; he had become accustomed to it over the past five years.

The butler earnestly advised, "Young master, you should go to the hospital to get checked out."

"It's a minor problem, no need to go to the hospital."

Ji Chiqian is used to it now.

The butler sighed, "Young Master, you should take care of your health. Miss Xiao is very worried about you and insisted on not going back to sleep last night. If you have another attack, she will definitely cry her heart out."

Ji Chiqian thought of the little pink dumpling crying; if this little crybaby started crying, she wouldn't be easy to comfort.

Ji Chiqian sat up: "I'll go back to my room first."

If the little crybaby finds out, she'll start nagging again.

As soon as Ji Chiqian sat up, he looked up and saw the little pink dumpling in her pajamas with messy hair.

He sighed helplessly. Oh no.

The little pink dumpling walked angrily to the bedside: "You're not being good at all."

Ji Chiqian felt inexplicably guilty: "That was work-related socializing."

“You’re lying. Grandma says that someone like you is only good for drinking when others are drinking. You don’t have to drink.”

Ji Chiqian was both amused and exasperated. This child usually seemed a bit silly, but he was quite clever at this moment.

The little pink dumpling climbed onto the bed by itself and touched Ji Chiqian's forehead.

The butler smiled and said, "The fever has subsided, young lady, there's no need to worry."

The little pink dumpling looked at the housekeeper: "Did you take your medicine?"

Ji Chiqian and the little pink dumpling looked at the housekeeper.

The housekeeper smiled and said, "Not yet. I'll bring it over personally right away, along with breakfast and hangover soup."

Ji Chiqian clicked his tongue, but the butler turned and left.

Soon, the medicine and food were delivered.

Ji Chiqian said with a hint of helplessness, "Send all of these to my room, I'll eat them when I get back."

The little pink dumpling pouted: "Take your medicine."

Ji Chiqian glanced at the medicine, but ultimately had no choice but to take it.

The butler breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.

The housekeeper then placed the stomach-soothing porridge in front of Ji Chiqian: "You have to eat this, or you'll get a stomachache."

The little pink dumpling looked up at Ji Chiqian and said, "Time to eat."

Ji Chiqian looked helpless: "Why are you staring at me like that? Aren't you going to school?"

"No, I'm not going. I want to stay with you; you'll be too lonely by yourself."

Ji Chiqian was stunned when he heard this.

He looked at the little pink dumpling: "Do you think I'm lonely?"

"Yes."

Ji Chiqian felt as if his heart had been struck by something. He took the porridge and drank a mouthful, feeling the warmth spread from his throat to his stomach.

He patted the little pink dumpling's head: "Okay, I'll listen to you. Next week is your birthday, I'll throw you a birthday party then, have you thought about which friends to invite?"

"I've decided. I've even drawn the invitation."

The little pink dumpling slid off the bed, took a stack of hand-drawn invitations from the side, and placed them in front of Ji Chiqian to show him.

Ji Chiqian leaned against the headboard, listening to the little pink dumpling's slow introduction, and his mood actually calmed down.

The emptiness in his heart didn't seem so cold anymore.

At this moment, Lu Ning stood at the door watching this scene, which seemed exceptionally harmonious.

Lu Ning felt a little unhappy, not expecting that the child would like Ji Chiqian so much.

Ji Chiqian looked up and met Lu Ning's gaze.

The little pink dumpling said happily, "Mommy, come quick!"

Lu Ning smiled and walked over: "Alright, you should get up and eat, otherwise you'll be late for school and won't get your little red flower."

The little pink dumpling then climbed off the bed and hurriedly left.

The butler smiled and said, "I've sent someone to take care of Miss Lu. Miss Lu must have worked hard staying up late last night, so please get some rest."

The butler turned and left.

Lu Ning looked at Ji Chiqian in front of her: "Alive?"

That's what I said.

Ji Chiqian spoke slowly, "Miss Lu, are you really hoping for my death?"

"I heard that your headaches are a chronic problem, and you still need the special medicine from the research institute. What exactly is wrong with you?"

Lu Ning didn't want to beat around the bush anymore and asked directly.

Ji Chiqian paused for a moment: "You already said it's an old problem, why are you still asking? Are you so concerned about me?"

"Fine, never mind."

Lu Ning turned and left, not intending to say much more.

Ji Chiqian watched her retreating figure: "Next week is the child's birthday, remember to make time for him. If your older brothers have any objections, let them come in person."

Upon hearing this, Lu Ning turned around and smiled, "They wouldn't dare to come. Also, thank you for everything you've prepared for the child. I'll figure something out for your headache."

Ji Chiqian didn't take Lu Ning's words to heart.

His headaches are not something that can be easily resolved.

After Lu Ning changed her clothes, she went downstairs. The little pink dumpling was already dressed and sitting at the dining table eating.

Mrs. Ji and Old Mrs. Ji sat next to the little boy, both smiling happily.

Seeing this scene, Lu Ning's mood improved.

She walked straight over to Grandma Ji and asked, "Are you feeling better?"

Mrs. Ji spoke up: "I was just about to say that. The hospital has also given a reply, saying that there is no problem with this medicine. Thank you for getting this medicine."

At this moment, Ji Chiqian walked over: "What medicine?"