Me at two years old, a queen!

Lu Junxing was kicked awake again by a foot in the morning. He glanced at the little girl sleeping sprawled out in her fluffy bear onesie pajamas.

Then he stood up, grabbed the little girl by the ankle, and gently arranged her feet to face the ground.

He turned and wrapped her tightly in her small blanket. Looking at her round belly, which made her loose pajamas look like a fitted style, Lu Junxing frowned.

"Tsk! This clothing size is wrong too?"

A moment later, An'an began to shift her body restlessly; the free-spirited girl was simply not used to a proper sleeping position.

She groggily and slowly got up, then rolled around on the bed and went back to sleep, her body tossing and turning.

When Lu Junxing came in after making breakfast, the chubby boy had already fallen asleep on the floor. Luckily, the room was covered with a thick layer of high-quality cashmere carpet, so he wouldn't break if he fell.

But what shocked Lu Junxing the most was her sleep quality. Was this child born in the Year of the Pig? She wouldn't even wake up if she fell to the ground! How could she sleep so soundly!

"Get up! Wake up!"

Lu Junxing sat on the edge of the bed, lifted his foot, and gently poked the lump on the floor.

"Hmm~, God?"

An'an vaguely heard some noise, but then found it too noisy, so she rolled to the side, put her little hands on the ground, nestled her face in her hands, and continued to sleep.

Seeing this, Lu Junxing was speechless with admiration. He stood up, picked up the chubby little boy, went into the bathroom, deliberately filled his hand with cold water, smeared the little girl's face with a washcloth, and then put her on the ground.

"Are you a pig? What time is it?"

"Waaaaah~, I hate poop!"

An'an was startled awake, touched her little face, and stomped her chubby little feet: "You're such a bad daddy!"

Seeing the man leaning against the locker, arms crossed, coldly watching her, completely unfazed by her verbal attacks, she angrily ran over and stomped on his foot before quickly running away.

An'an knew it was wrong to step on others, and pouted, saying, "Hmph! Who told you to... do this to me! Hmph~"

He raised his chubby little hand and wiped his face, demonstrating that actions speak louder than words!

"Tsk~, almost two years old and still can't speak clearly, I wonder who he takes after?"

"Hee hee~"

Upon hearing this, An'an grinned, showing her tiny teeth, and wiggled her bottom, beaming with pride: "Like poop! An'an looks like poop!"

Seeing her smug look, Lu Junxing didn't discourage her further. He picked her up and made her stand on a small stool to wash up.

I don't know where she learned it from, but she would push a stool into his room in the middle of the night, and then that stool would slowly wander into another area with its owner.

The man's room, which was originally decorated in a black and white style and had a cold, austere feel, gradually became filled with her small dolls, hair clips, clothes, hats and other odds and ends.

Lu Junxing roughly wiped her little face, then hoisted her onto his waist, preparing to eat; they would be going out soon.

He usually keeps track of time meticulously, down to the minute and second, and absolutely does not allow things to slip out of his control. But now, it seems things are not going as well as they'd like.

"No~, Xiangxiang? Where's my Xiangxiang?"

An'an realized her dressing time was over just like that. How could this be? She twisted her little body in protest.

"What do you mean 'smells good'? You smell good!"

Lu Junxing glanced at his watch, realizing he might miss his usual work time again, and replied irritably.

"Not like it~, waaaaah~, face~, I want it to smell good~"

An'an pointed to her face, hoping her father would understand what she meant: the princess's face hadn't even been scented yet, how could they end it so hastily?

Lu Junxing thought she was referring to him: "Does her face smell nice after washing?"

He raised his hand and touched her face, giving it a perfunctory reply, then forced out a few words: "Hmm! Okay, your face smells nice!"

Seeing that her father was being so perfunctory, An'an then demonstrated the process of applying lotion to the man, expressing her dissatisfaction, indicating that she wanted to put on lotion.

"Like this~, like this again~...em! An'an smells so good now~"

As she finished speaking, she patted her chubby little face with a pleased expression.

"..."

After watching the entire performance, Lu Junxing, observing the two lumps of flesh on her face jiggling with each "Duang~Duang~!", unconsciously rubbed his fingertips together.

He was unaware of his daughter's performing talent. Mime could be introduced to her, but her expressive abilities seem somewhat lacking, so some special training might be needed.

In just a few days, Lu Junxing had analyzed his child's strengths and weaknesses one by one. He would focus on cultivating the child's strengths and talents, and make up for the weaknesses to achieve all-round development and training!

Upon arriving at the company, I saw assistants peeking in, each holding documents and blocking the office door, seemingly to deliver files, but actually hoping to catch a glimpse of the little princess.

Some managers, who are rarely seen on the top floor, also made appointments to come upstairs under the guise of reporting on their work, just to join in the fun.

Sensing his boss's displeasure, Zhao Chenyu quickly and tactfully directed everyone: "Stop being curious, everyone. Don't go looking for trouble first thing in the morning. Everyone, please disperse."

"What is it, Assistant Zhao? I have something to report, something serious! Something very serious!"

I haven't even said goodbye to the little princess yet, how can I just leave like this?

"Oh dear, Mr. Zhang! Usually, Mr. Lu's office is like a guillotine, and nobody wants to come here. But today, a whole group of you came. Your motives are all too obvious."

Assistant Zhao knew exactly what these people were up to. They were all curious about the fact that their CEO, Mr. Lu, had a little princess, and they weren't even afraid of being scolded.

"Hahaha, isn't this just a coincidence? Right, Old Li?"

"Stop making excuses, everyone. There's plenty of time. We'll see each other again."

Assistant Zhao quickly interrupted, otherwise, if this group of seasoned veterans started making accusations one after another, the situation would be beyond his control.

"The little princess is scared when she sees you uncles, don't frighten her. Keep working, you'll see her eventually! Okay, everyone, go away now~"

After seeing them one by one and realizing they really wouldn't see them again, they reluctantly parted, rubbing their hands together.

In just a few days, Lu Junxing couldn't bear to look at her chubby little body any longer. Every time he took off her little coat and saw her protruding belly, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief!

They took away her iPad, only allowing her to watch cartoons during designated times, and setting aside specific time slots for tea and snacks each day, leaving her to play on her own the rest of the time.

Occasionally, she would learn French and English with her tutor in a small tea room, and the tutor would encourage her to be more active and lose weight.

But in the first few days, every time her iPad was taken away, she would immediately throw a tantrum on the floor, wailing and crying, and then hide behind the sofa to secretly play with her toys after lying there for a long time.

Following the advice in parenting books, he ignored her and went about his business as usual, and that's how several days passed.

An'an has gotten used to her dad coming to collect her iPad with a cold face every day. After experiencing her dad's iron-fisted approach, she can now naturally accept days without an iPad and snacks.

Today, Lu Junxing walked over to the sofa, holding a pen used to sign projects worth hundreds of millions, and poked the chubby baby who was nestled in the corner of the sofa, enjoying his meal with his short legs crossed.

"Tsk~, it's time!"

Lu Junxing tapped the wristwatch on his other wrist, signaling to the chubby boy that his time was up. The boy looked up, hesitated for a second, and then reluctantly handed over the iPad from his arms.

Seeing her lazily raising her chubby little hand to rub her eyes, I took out a handkerchief and bent down to say, "Your hands are covered in germs, don't touch them!"

"How many times have I told you? Put your iPad on the table and protect your eyes!"

I had considered keeping the child at home before, but he absolutely refused to go with the new nanny. He clung to my leg and wouldn't let go, crying his heart out as I tried to pull him away.

One time, he managed to sneak away, but then his aunt called, saying she was crying so hard at home she was almost suffocating, so she came back halfway and picked him up.

After handing in her iPad, An'an, with her little hands behind her back, circled her dad's office area three times. Finding it too boring, she realized even her dad wasn't paying attention to her.

So he changed his posture, imitating his father, and went out with his hands in his pockets.