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

Gu Shiche's face darkened as he stood by the window.

Clutching the window frame tightly, disappointment and heartache intertwined.

He couldn't believe that what he saw in that instant was real.

A strong longing for Xiao Hei welled up in my heart...

Mengmeng hid in the shadows, watching her second brother's sad and disappointed expression, and felt a pang of heartache.

She had to think of a way to make her second brother happy.

Suddenly, she had a flash of inspiration.

I remembered the tiramisu she and her brother made yesterday.

Dad really liked the taste; he even said it reminded him of Mom.

Mengmeng thought her second brother would definitely like to eat it too.

So she decided to make a tiramisu for her second brother as well, to give him a sweet surprise.

Thinking of this, Mengmeng's eyes immediately lit up.

She ran towards the kitchen, her face beaming with anticipation.

When Aunt Xue and Aunt Ping in the kitchen saw the little guy rushing over, they immediately put down what they were doing and followed him anxiously.

They dared not be careless, because Mengmeng was everyone's "darling".

Everyone treated her like a treasure, taking great care of her.

Aunt Ping jogged after Mengmeng, "Miss Mengmeng, please slow down! With us here, just give us your orders!"

Aunt Xue also anxiously used sign language, as if to say, "Yes, tell us what the young lady wants to do, so she doesn't hurt herself."

Mengmeng shook her head excitedly, smiling as she looked at Aunt Xue and Aunt Ping.

"I want to make tiramisu for my second brother myself, so he can taste the same flavor as Dad!"

Aunt Xue and Aunt Ping exchanged a glance, and a warm feeling welled up in their hearts at the same time.

They knew how innocent and kind Mengmeng was, and how willing she was to put in the effort for her family.

They couldn't bear to refuse Mengmeng's kindness, so they stood aside, ready to assist at any time.

……

Holding the freshly made tiramisu, Mengmeng skipped and hopped along the path leading to the little castle.

She hummed a song all the way, a sweet smile on her face, thinking that her second brother would be very happy to see tiramisu.

Just then, a shrill woman's voice shattered her good mood.

"Let me in! I am the future daughter-in-law approved by Madam Gu, and the future mistress of the Gu family!"

Mengmeng stopped and looked curiously toward the gate.

She saw a woman dressed in jewels, holding a thin little boy in her arms, angrily yelling at the security guard.

Aunt Ping and Aunt Xue behind her also stopped and looked on warily.

"Aunt Ping, who is this?"

Mengmeng blinked her big eyes and asked curiously, "Doesn't the Gu family not have a mistress? I don't remember having a mother."

Aunt Ping hesitated for a moment, recalling what she had heard from the steward, and explained in a low voice: "This woman should be called Ji Mengran. She used to be a good friend of Madam Ruolan of the Gu family. After Madam Ruolan passed away, she always found various excuses to run to the Gu family."

There was a hint of disdain in her tone.

"Oh……"

Mengmeng nodded, seemingly understanding, a thoughtful expression on her little face.

The security guard at the gate was taken aback when Ji Mengran mentioned the name "Old Madam Gu." After hesitating for a moment, he still let her in.

Ji Mengran straightened her back and strode in triumphantly.

I bumped right into Mengmeng.

Ji Mengran spotted Mengmeng and a hint of hostility and jealousy flashed in her eyes.

She looked the little girl in front of her up and down, dressed in a cute princess dress and wearing a bow headband, and gritted her teeth inwardly.

This is the orphanage child who stole Gu Yinshen's attention.

Mengmeng stared wide-eyed at Ji Mengran.

She saw that Ji Mengran was dressed very elegantly, with her dress adorned with sparkling pearls, five or six glittering diamond hair clips on her head, jade bracelets on her wrists, and various diamond rings on all ten fingers.

However, she has a long scar on her face, which looks a bit scary.

The little guy's mouth dropped open, and he blurted out, "Wow, Auntie, you're so rich..."

These words made Ji Mengran's face freeze instantly.

Standing behind, Aunt Ping couldn't help but chuckle and whispered to Aunt Xue, "Hmm, rich. She's dressed like a nouveau riche."

Ji Mengran's face turned ugly, and she was burning with anger.

She looked down at her son Lele in her arms. Lele, however, was looking at Mengmeng with bright eyes and said in his childish voice, "Mommy, this older sister is so cute."

"Shut up!" Ji Mengran glared at Lele.

Then, turning to Mengmeng, he asked in a sarcastic tone, "Are you the little girl that Gu Jiaxin adopted?"

Mengmeng blinked and nodded politely: "Yes, Auntie."

Ji Mengran snorted coldly and commanded from her superior position:

"You have one hour to pack your things and get out. I don't like you!"

Mengmeng was stunned; she hadn't expected anyone to kick her out so directly.

Although she felt a little disappointed, she still mustered up her courage and asked softly, "Auntie, who are you? Why are you trying to get rid of me?"

My dad and brothers all love me, they didn't let me leave..."

Ji Mengran was taken aback by Mengmeng's words, and her face turned ashen.

"Who am I? I am the future mistress of the Gu family, and the child in my arms is the son of Gu Yinshen and me."

Aunt Ping's eyes flashed with disdain when she heard her words.

“Miss Ji, please be more polite to Miss Mengmeng. Your so-called qualifications are probably insufficient to decide whether she stays or leaves.”

Ji Mengran's face darkened further. She glanced at Aunt Ping, sneered, and said in a deliberately tough tone, "I gave birth to Gu Yinshen's child, so I'm half a Mrs. Gu. What are you all?"

"Don't you know how you gave birth to this child?"

Aunt Ping retorted without hesitation, her tone sharp and biting.

Ji Mengran turned pale with anger and stomped her feet in frustration.

She glanced at the butterfly fluttering on Aunt Xue's shoulder, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

This butterfly can actually glow...

Aunt Xue noticed her gaze and quickly put away the spirit butterfly.

Ji Mengran glared at her angrily.

Remembering the main purpose of her trip, she barely managed to suppress her anger and said, "I came to see Shi Che today. I heard that his little black cat died, so I brought Lele to give him his favorite little black cat."

Aunt Ping felt a bit wary: the second young master's little black cat had just passed away yesterday, how could this woman know so quickly?

Ji Mengran looked in the direction of Gu Shiche's little castle.

She straightened her skirt, picked up Lele, and walked towards the small building.

Mengmeng, carrying tiramisu, followed slowly behind her.

Never mind that strange aunt, she still wants to give her second brother a sweet little cake!

The sweet aroma of tiramisu lifted her spirits a little.

Ji Mengran walked to Gu Shiche's window, her voice deliberately gentle.

"Shi Che, I'm Aunt Ji. You loved me the most when I was little, and you even recognized me as your godmother. I brought Lele to see you. I heard your cat... is gone, and Lele wants to give you his favorite kitten."

She nudged Lele in her arms, signaling him to call out, "Call me brother."

Lele timidly opened her mouth: "Brother Shiche..."

Gu Shiche watched all this quietly from the shadows, his expression indifferent, and he remained silent.

He had long since grown to loathe Ji Mengran.

The presence of the child in her arms, in particular, was a constant source of pain for him.

Ji Mengran stood under the scorching sun, her throat parched, but she received no response.

Unable to bear it any longer, she gritted her teeth and muttered a few curses under her breath.

Just then, a bucket of ice water was poured down from above the window, hitting her head hard.

Ji Mengran screamed and took a few steps back.

Her soaked dress clung to her body, water was still dripping from her hair, and her face was contorted with rage as she cursed Gu Shiche.

Upstairs, Gu Shiche asked in a cold, hoarse voice, "Didn't you spill it on the child?"

The servant respectfully replied, "No, we waited for the right moment and splashed it when she put the child down."

Gu Shiche nodded slightly, his eyes still cold: "Yes, go down."

Although he disliked the illegitimate child in Ji Mengran's arms, he wouldn't go so far as to lay a hand on an innocent child.

Ji Mengran was drenched in ice water and looked utterly disheveled; the anger in her heart was almost burning her to ashes.

Turning back to look at Lele crying behind her, she dug her sharp nails into the child's shoulder, "Useless thing!"

Lele burst into tears, crying, "Mommy, it hurts..."

Just then, Mengmeng, carrying tiramisu, walked to the front of the little castle accompanied by Aunt Ping and Aunt Xue.