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

After saying that, he left the space.

Mengmeng rushed downstairs, only to find that it wasn't Uncle Gu who had returned.

Instead, Gu Shiyu came down from the study.

He was dressed in his pajamas, his eyes showing a hint of pride and a rare sense of ease.

He raised his hand to push up his glasses, a smug look on his lips.

"It's strange, I'm in a particularly good state today, and I do my homework twice as fast as usual."

Mengmeng stood at the top of the stairs and saw the spirit butterfly she had given Gu Shiyu swirling around him.

She secretly covered her mouth and chuckled, a sly glint in her eyes.

She thought to herself: Silly brother, you don't even know it's Pistol Butterfly helping you.

The fairy butterfly fluttered lightly around Gu Shiyu, carrying a faint light, as if responding to Mengmeng's inner thoughts.

Gu Shiyu noticed her smile, glanced at her suspiciously, and asked arrogantly:

"What are you laughing at? Do you think your brother is amazing?"

He looked calm, but a slight blush crept up his ears.

With a soft, childlike smile, she replied in her sweet, childlike voice, "Yes, brother is so amazing! You do your homework so fast!"

She blinked her eyes, looking incredibly innocent.

Gu Shiyu was amused by her appearance, but he still pretended to be very serious and coughed lightly before turning around and walking towards the kitchen. However, he felt a warm feeling rising in his heart because of Mengmeng's praise.

He poured two glasses of water, placing one in front of Mengmeng and preparing to take the other to the study.

Before going upstairs, I glanced one last time at Mengmeng, who was waiting in the living room.

She was hugging the fluffy little white dog, looking up at the TV screen with a bewildered smile on her face.

Gu Shiyu shook his head slightly, a slight smile playing on his lips, but his expression quickly returned to its usual indifferent state.

He whispered to himself, "I should finish my homework as soon as possible so I can spend more time with her."

The study door closed gently behind him, and Gu Shiyu sat down at the desk, continuing to immerse himself in the pile of textbooks that had been left untouched for a long time.

He knew in his heart that Mengmeng's existence gave him the courage to face life again.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Gu Shiyu buried himself in the mountain of textbooks, trying his best to focus his attention on formulas and topics.

Outside the study, Mengmeng sat obediently on the sofa, waiting.

But as night deepened, the cute little head slowly nodded, and its eyelids grew heavier and heavier...

Finally unable to resist the drowsiness, the little body leaned against the corner of the sofa and gradually fell asleep.

The light and shadow from the television danced across her face, while the little white fox lay at her feet, purring softly alongside her.

The living room was quiet, with only Mengmeng's even breathing and the background noise from the television.

Gu Shiyu finally came out of the study, with a sense of satisfaction at having completed his task.

But when she saw the scene in the living room, she stopped in her tracks.

He stood at the doorway, looking at Mengmeng, who was sleeping soundly on the sofa.

The little girl's cheeks were flushed with sleepiness, her lips were slightly upturned, and she was still tightly holding the little white fox in her arms.

"What a silly boy, he fell asleep so quickly."

Gu Shiyu murmured softly, his originally cold tone unconsciously softening.

He walked to the sofa and gently brushed the stray hairs from Mengmeng's forehead to the side.

Looking at her peaceful sleeping face, my heart softened.

Finally, he sighed, squatted down, and carried Xiaomengmeng and the little fox back to the small room.

Then he took a magazine and sat in the living room waiting for his father to arrive.

Mengmeng was so looking forward to her dad eating tiramisu, so of course he had to fulfill her little wish.

--

Gu Shiyu originally thought that his father had gone to the company that day.

Until he saw his father emerge from that hidden, dark room...

That was a place my father never allowed anyone to set foot in.

Although Gu Shiyu was full of doubts, he did not ask any further questions.

He noticed the fatigue and underlying worry on his father's face, and said softly, "Dad, Mengmeng made tiramisu today, would you like to try some?"

Gu Yinshen's expression changed slightly when he heard the words "tiramisu".

My thoughts seemed to drift back to the past.

He remained silent for a moment, then finally nodded and followed Gu Shiyu to the restaurant.

On the dining table was a tiramisu that Mengmeng had carefully made.

Gu Yinshen took a small piece and put it in his mouth. The familiar taste touched his tongue, and he was suddenly stunned.

The smooth texture and just the right amount of sweetness reminded him of Ruolan's cooking skills when she was alive.

“This…is exactly the same as what your mother made.”

Gu Yinshen's voice was somewhat low and hoarse, and a long-lost tenderness appeared in his eyes.

He looked up at Gu Shiyu, his eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and complexity.

"You should try some too."

Gu Shiyu also picked up a spoon and took a bite of tiramisu.

The familiar taste assaulted his taste buds, causing him to widen his eyes involuntarily.

"How did she do it?"

Gu Shiyu looked at the tiramisu, muttering to himself, a look of shock flashing in his eyes.

Gu Yinshen silently swallowed the tiramisu, but couldn't help eating a few more bites.

Deep down, I couldn't help but feel a greater sense of closeness to this little girl who had just joined our family.

He originally thought that the little girl who suddenly entered their lives only brought a little warmth.

But now, he has a vague feeling that Mengmeng's existence might be an arrangement by God.

Seeing his father's long silence, Gu Shiyu took a deep breath and tentatively said:

“Dad, Mengmeng considers you her closest family member... If she could call you 'Dad,' would you...?”

Before he could finish speaking, he saw his father's eyes soften.

Gu Yinshen pondered for a moment, and finally nodded slowly.

"If she's willing, I'm willing too."

Hearing his father's approval, Gu Shiyu felt relieved, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.

That innocent and adorable Mengmeng seems to be melting her father's coldness little by little, which is exactly what he wanted to see.

Seeing the rare smile on Gu Shiyu's face, Gu Yinshen felt a greater sense of approval and affection for him.

He looked up at the building, thinking of that sweet and soft little girl. It seemed that this home had never been so warm.

Gu Shiyu could already picture Mengmeng's happy and playful face tomorrow...

……

late at night.

The little white fox gently patted Mengmeng's cheek, waking her from her dream.

It pleaded in its sweet, childlike voice, "Chirp chirp chirp~~ Mengmeng, I need to go to the toilet, will you come with me!"

Mengmeng groggily opened her eyes, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and led Xiaobai to the bathroom.

Half-asleep, she realized she was sleeping in her bed in the room, and couldn't help but wonder:

"Who carried me back? Has Uncle Gu returned yet? Did he get to eat the tiramisu my brother and I made?"

She gently pushed open the door and quietly went downstairs.

Unexpectedly, they saw Gu Yinshen sitting alone at the dining table, gazing at the half-eaten tiramisu on the table by the moonlight.

Gu Yinshen's figure appeared somewhat lonely in the moonlight, yet his expression conveyed tenderness.

"Uncle, aren't you asleep yet?" Mengmeng asked softly.

A soft, sweet voice broke the silence of the night.

Gu Yinshen snapped out of his daze and saw the little guy standing in front of him, his expression complicated.

He paused for a moment, then gently patted the chair next to him, gesturing for Mengmeng to sit down.

"Mengmeng, did you and Shiyu make this tiramisu together?"

He asked in a low voice, his tone gentle.

Mengmeng nodded, a cautious smile on her face.

"Yes, Uncle, my brother and I made it together! Do you... like it?"

Gu Yinshen glanced at the tiramisu, a hint of nostalgia flashing in his eyes.

He murmured, "This tastes... almost exactly the same as what your aunt makes."

Upon hearing this, Mengmeng's eyes lit up.

She excitedly grabbed Gu Yinshen's arm: "Uncle, won't you be very happy? My brother and I really tried our best!"

Gu Yinshen was amused by her little gestures, but a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

He reached out and gently patted Mengmeng's head, sighing, "Of course, Uncle is very happy. Thank you so much, Mengmeng."

His deep gaze fell on Mengmeng, as if he were pondering something.

He was silent for a moment, his voice low and gentle.

"Mengmeng, would you...would you call me 'Dad'?"

Upon hearing this, Mengmeng's small body trembled violently.

Her eyes immediately reddened, and tears streamed down her cheeks.

Dad... She never imagined that one day she would have a dad...