The richest man's parents were kidnapped, and his adorable son captivated the entire family.

The workers looked up at the towering castle and stopped in their tracks, speechless with astonishment.

One person exclaimed, "This isn't a place for people to live; it's practically a royal palace!"

One person looked up at the stacks of boxes and couldn't help but mutter, "They've brought all the clothes from the entire mall. This family's little princess is so spoiled!"

The workers couldn't help but express their envy for the little princess in the castle.

"This little girl is really being pampered like a treasure; she'll be cherished and pampered for the rest of her life."

The corridors and halls of half of the Gu family's castle were piled with clothes, including all kinds of luxurious dresses, cocktail dresses, hats, and princess shoes.

The variety of items was dazzling, almost forming a small mountain.

The sheer number of clothes even shocked Gu Shiyu himself.

Mengmeng skipped and hopped to the clothes, her eyes sparkling.

She turned her head excitedly, looked up at Gu Shiyu, and smiled sweetly.

"Brother, are these all for Mengmeng?"

Seeing how happy she was, Gu Shiyu arrogantly raised his chin and gave a soft snort.

"Of course, it's all for you, my little girl."

Mengmeng held up a pink princess dress, held it up in front of the mirror, and couldn't help but giggle.

"Wow, my brother is so nice! I'm so happy!"

Upon hearing this, a hint of tenderness flashed across Gu Shiyu's eyes.

"It's enough to know that my brother is good to you."

He waved his hand, signaling the workers to continue moving the clothes, and then instructed the maids to help Mengmeng try them on.

Aunt Xue gently helped Mengmeng put on a pink princess dress with small bows adorning the hem.

Mengmeng happily twirled around in front of the mirror.

Although Aunt Xue couldn't speak, her eyes were full of love and tenderness when she looked at Mengmeng.

Aunt Ping, whose face was covered in large dark spots, patted Mengmeng's shoulder gently with a doting look in her eyes.

"Miss Mengmeng is so cute, she looks good in everything."

Gu Shiyu stood to the side, his eyes fixed on Mengmeng's figure.

He frowned, then casually remarked, "Hmm... this one's alright, but it's still too ordinary."

Even so, the doting look in his eyes betrayed him.

After trying on the dresses, Mengmeng took a fancy to a blue gown with sequins.

After putting it on, she playfully twirled around, the hem of her skirt drawing an elegant arc.

She looked up at Gu Shiyu expectantly: "Brother, does this look good?"

Gu Shiyu's lips curled up slightly, his heart already captivated by Mengmeng's cuteness.

But she maintained her haughty demeanor and stubbornly said, "Hmm...it's alright, better than the last one."

In this atmosphere, Mengmeng was so happy she felt like she could fly.

After trying them on and on, I finally picked out a few of my favorite clothes.

Gu Shiyu accompanied her as she picked out clothes, while stubbornly saying, "Whatever makes you happy. Anyway, it all looks pretty much the same no matter what you wear."

After trying on the clothes, Gu Shiyu took Mengmeng to choose toys.

Mengmeng chose a lot of cotton dolls; she really enjoys changing their clothes.

Xiaobai also chose a small cotton doll so she can cuddle with it to sleep at night.

By this time, it was already getting dark.

Uncle Gu didn't show up all day, and Mengmeng guessed that he must have gone to work.

Living in such a big castle with so many people requires a lot of money. Uncle Gu must be under a lot of work pressure.

Mengmeng felt a little embarrassed when she realized that she and Xiaobai had eaten all the delicious rose cakes, and Uncle Gu hadn't even had any.

She decided to bake some pastries herself to treat Uncle Gu to something nice.

Mengmeng blinked her bright, sparkling eyes and asked softly, "Brother~~ What does Uncle Gu like to eat the most? Shall we make something delicious for him when he comes back?"

Gu Shiyu thought for a moment, a hint of nostalgia flashing in his eyes.

"Dad's favorite food is Mom's tiramisu."

Upon hearing this, Mengmeng's eyes lit up, and she tugged at Gu Shiyu's sleeve, acting coquettishly.

"Brother, shall we make tiramisu together? I want to make something delicious for Uncle Gu!"

Gu Shiyu looked at Mengmeng's coquettish appearance, and although his heart had already melted, he still frowned arrogantly.

"Hmph, making desserts? Are you even capable of it? But since you want to, I'll reluctantly accompany you."

It has been more than three years since Mom left, and they have never eaten tiramisu again.

Moreover, Mom's tiramisu recipe is very unique. Even though Mom had specially written down the recipe and production process, he and Dad tried again and again according to the recipe, but they could never successfully reproduce that taste.

Gu Shiyu took the recipe left by his mother and made tiramisu with Mengmeng.

The kitchen was so cozy.

Mengmeng got cream all over her face and turned into an adorable little kitten.

She even mischievously smeared cream on Gu Shiyu's face, laughing so hard she couldn't stand up straight.

"My brother has turned into a tabby cat too!"

Gu Shiyu's face was covered in cream, and he pretended to be angry, "You little rascal, see how I deal with you!"

By chance, Mengmeng noticed several red marks on Gu Shiyu's hands...

She paused for a moment, a look of heartache appearing on her small face.

She took Gu Shiyu's hand and saw the tiny puncture marks, which made her even more upset.

"Brother, how did you get hurt?"

Mengmeng's voice was soft and sweet, and her eyes welled up with tears, carrying a hint of reproach and heartache.

"Did you get pricked by a thorn while picking roses for me?"

Gu Shiyu subconsciously tried to pull his hand back, saying dismissively, "What's a little injury? I'm not afraid at all."

Seeing Mengmeng's distressed expression, his pride gradually faded, and his expression softened.

Mengmeng gently raised her hand, closed her eyes, and summoned the spirit butterfly.

As she murmured, a pale blue light bloomed on her wrist, and a fairy butterfly slowly flew out of the light, its wings still shimmering with a faint glow.

It circled in the air once, radiating a gentle light, and gently landed on Gu Shiyu's hand, which was pricked by a rose thorn.

In no time, the wound miraculously healed.

As Gu Shiyu watched Mengmeng summon the spirit butterfly to heal him, an unprecedented surge of emotion welled up within him.

He never imagined that a little girl would protect him like this, and he was somewhat at a loss for words.

Just as he was sighing, Mengmeng pushed the Spirit Butterfly toward him, saying with a sweet smile:

"Brother~~ I'm giving you this spirit butterfly! It will protect you for me~"

Gu Shiyu was stunned.

Fairy butterflies fluttered around him, carrying a faint glow, as if responding to Mengmeng's promise.

The tiny butterfly before him was warm and mysterious; it could not only heal wounds but also possessed spirituality.

Mengmeng actually gave me this precious and magical item...

"You...you gave it to me?"

Gu Shiyu's voice revealed an undisguised shock.

Mengmeng gently touched the butterfly's wings with her finger and said earnestly, "Yes! It's for my brother! The butterfly can bring him good luck, and it can also notify me when he's in danger! It can also help him find some lost things... In short, the butterfly is very useful!"

However, it needs to return to me every night to rest and replenish its spiritual energy, so it can better protect my brother!

Gu Shiyu lowered his head, looking at Lingdie, then at Mengmeng, his heart filled with emotion.

He gently pulled Mengmeng into his arms and whispered, "Thank you, Mengmeng. I will cherish it."

At this moment, Gu Shiyu abandoned his usual arrogance.

He gently patted Mengmeng's shoulder, his eyes full of tenderness.

He knew in his heart that this was not an ordinary gift, but Mengmeng's most sincere sentiment.