Me at two years old, a queen!

Fang Dayong thought that even on his deathbed, he could at least make some money to build a house and get married for his son, even though he still had Daya, who was a money-loser, and he could use that to buy a dowry later.

But the man gave him a huge sum of money. He said that the entire village combined wouldn't earn as much in their entire lives. Even if Fang Dayong wasn't destined to enjoy that wealth, his son would be able to live a comfortable life, even like city dwellers, thanks to that money.

No matter what, this precious son of the Fang family was born of the same mother as that person's child. With a wealthy brother, the Fang family would surely live a life of luxury.

But how could Fang Dayong, who hadn't received much formal education and had lived in a remote rural area for decades, possibly imagine the darker side of the wealthy?

As the saying goes, everything one experiences and possesses in life is the best arrangement of fate. The Buddha said, "The past mind cannot be grasped, the present mind cannot be grasped, and the future mind cannot be grasped."

Fang Dayong probably didn't realize what his greed would ultimately bring him.

Qin Feng led An'an back to the car. Lu Junxing often drove a spacious and luxurious Bentley; there were only two in the world, and he never liked using the same car as others. The other one was parked in the underground parking lot at his home. Perhaps the wolf-like ruthlessness he developed in the business world had gradually seeped into his daily life.

Somehow, the understated brown interior was invaded by pink blankets, pink kettles, some healthy snacks, and rare collectible dolls scattered in the corners.

Once Lu Junxing finished dealing with the situation and returned to the car, An'an, sitting in her pink car seat, immediately stretched out her little hands towards the man and unconsciously began to share, "Daddy~, you're back!"

When Lu Junxing saw the soft and adorable little one, the harshness on his cold face softened considerably. He gently took the little bundle of joy in his arms and listened attentively to his little one's complaints.

"Daddy~, I didn't see you at all, hmph~, Uncle Crazy won't let me in!!"

Qin Feng looked at the little cutie who turned to make a face at him. His face didn't show it, but only he knew that a trace of warmth was spreading through his heart, which had been frozen for many years, just like his boss's.

Lu Junxing looked at the sulking little brat, who was puffing out like a little dolphin, and responded with a soft "hmm." His well-defined hands unconsciously pinched An'an's puffed-up cheek.

An'an, used to her aloof father, naturally nestled her curly hair against his strong chest and rubbed against him, her little voice sweet and affectionate, "Daddy, did you miss me? I missed you so much~"

"I really want to~, I want to so much~"

Hearing the baby's soft voice, Lu Junxing's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily. He murmured "Mmm," and looked down at the little bundle of joy kicking its tiny feet, his expression softening. He reached out and stroked An'an's curly hair.

An'an, perhaps used to this way of getting along, scratched her messy head and continued to complain, "Daddy, I don't know where to go. Uncle Crazy and I were waiting for you there just now."

"I saw a pretty girl~, um~, and a mean grandma too!"

"Huh? What's going on?"

Although Lu Junxing didn't raise An'an single-handedly, he had spent a lot of time with her these past few days. He knew that although An'an was young, loved to be pampered, was picky about food, and liked to cling to him, he was well aware that his little dumpling wasn't the kind of person who was unruly and unreasonable.

His gaze instantly turned icy cold, like a sharp sword, as he stared at the rearview mirror in the front seat. He exchanged a glance with Qin Feng, who was secretly watching the little cutie, in the mirror. Qin Feng received the message from Lu Junxing's eyes.

Originally, this matter was supposed to be resolved by Zhao Chenyu's side. He planned to use this incident to directly acquire the company and reap the benefits, thus ending the matter.

Their trip was solely because they needed Lu Junxing, the group's top leader, to personally appease the families, control public opinion, and uphold the group's image.

Qin Feng spent many days with the little dumpling, feeling his heart enveloped by the beauty of the world. He almost forgot his master's vengeful nature.

"...That nasty brat is so mean! He even stole An'an's food and all he does is cry. He's no good at all."

"He has absolutely no manners! He's so naughty!! Humph~"

"Daddy, is An'an being a good girl?"

Lu Junxing looked down at the little bundle of joy fastening the gold buttons on his shirt. The little one was fastening them and even seemed about to bite them. Lu Junxing, unfazed, reached out and pinched the chubby cheeks, subtly moving the restless little mouth away, and whispered, "Mmm! You're a good boy!"

The little girl was unaware that her attention had been diverted. She had a particular fondness for golden things; Lu Junxing's buttons and cufflinks were all custom-made and kept by a nanny.

Just a few days ago, his aunt came to him in a panic, saying that several buttons were missing from his wardrobe. He then learned that his little girl had secretly gone to the walk-in closet, removed the buttons, and carefully placed them in her pink safe.

"Luckily, I'm smart. That candied hawthorn was for my dad, so I couldn't give it to him."