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

"Thank you, Daddy. Mengmeng will be a good girl."

She noticed the deep dark circles under Gu Yinshen's eyes.

Her little brows furrowed slightly, realizing that her father must be too tired from work.

She quickly took out several divine flowers and herbs from her sleeve and handed them to Gu Yinshen with sparkling eyes.

"Dad, here, take this. Keep it in your office; it'll help you sleep better."

Gu Yinshen was stunned for a moment, looking at the flowers and plants, and couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

They are just ordinary plants, but the unique fragrance they emit can soothe the anxiety in one's heart with just one sniff.

He patted Mengmeng's little head, his voice softening slightly.

"Thank you, Mengmeng. Daddy will take good care of her."

After saying that, he got into the car with the divine flowers and herbs.

Before leaving, he turned around and gave me a special reminder.

"Dad went to work. I'll come home early tonight to keep you company."

"Yay, thank you Dad!"

Watching Gu Yinshen's departing figure, Mengmeng smiled and her eyes curved into crescent moons.

"I'm so happy! Mengmeng helped Daddy!"

She was so excited she almost jumped for joy.

Turning around, she thanked Aunt Ping and Aunt Xue earnestly:

"Aunties, thank you for protecting Mengmeng today. Mengmeng thinks you are all super brave! You are the best aunties~~"

Aunt Xue and Aunt Ping were a little embarrassed by the praise.

Aunt Xue stroked Mengmeng's head, tears welling in her eyes, her voice hoarse, "I should be thanking you, Mengmeng. If it weren't for your butterfly, Aunt Xue might never have been able to speak again."

Mengmeng smiled broadly and took Aunt Xue's hand in her arms.

"Aunt Xue's voice is so lovely! Mengmeng loves it!"

She turned to look at Aunt Ping, her eyes sparkling.

"Aunt Ping, I also prepared a gift for you!"

As she spoke, she stretched out her small hand, and a butterfly with shimmering wings flew out from her sleeve and gently landed in Aunt Ping's palm.

"This butterfly is for Aunt Ping. With it, Aunt Ping will soon become beautiful!"

Aunt Ping looked at the tiny butterfly with a hint of uncertainty in her eyes, but mostly with emotion.

She carefully held the fairy butterfly in her hand.

"Thank you, Mengmeng. I will definitely take good care of it."

Mengmeng smiled even sweeter, gently patted Lingdie's wings, and instructed, "Little butterfly, you must take good care of Aunt Ping too!"

The little butterfly fluttered its wings, dancing around Aunt Ping, shimmering with a soft halo.

Seeing that Mengmeng's hand was still bleeding, Aunt Xue frowned, hurriedly found the first-aid kit to bandage it, and gently blew on her swollen little hand.

Aunt Ping then began cleaning up the tiramisu crumbs that had spilled on the floor.

The butterfly fluttered restlessly around her.

The fairy butterfly gently landed on Aunt Ping's face, its light shimmering as if casting some kind of magical spell.

When the butterfly took flight, the dark spot on Aunt Ping's face that had persisted for many years faded considerably.

Aunt Ping subconsciously reached out and touched her face, feeling that her skin was much smoother.

She couldn't believe it, so she took out her phone, turned on the front camera, and saw that the stubborn black spot was no longer so obvious.

He was so excited that his hands trembled and his eyes reddened.

"Oh my god, Mengmeng! It really works! It really works!"

Aunt Ping's voice trembled, filled with gratitude and joy.

She couldn't help but squat down, pick up Mengmeng, and spin her around high in the air.

"Mengmeng, Aunt Ping, thank you so much! You're such an angel!"

Mengmeng was lifted high by her, her little face full of bright smiles, giggling.

"Aunt Ping, you're welcome! You've become more beautiful, and Mengmeng is very happy too!"

Aunt Ping wept with joy.

She had always thought that her appearance would never be the same again, but this little butterfly gave her hope.

Aunt Ping looked at the little butterfly fluttering around her, and was so moved that she didn't know what to say.

She gently reached out her hand, and a butterfly landed on her fingertip, shimmering with a soft light.

She smiled, as if she had already established a special connection with this little butterfly.

"This little thing is really amazing... I really need to thank you."

As she spoke, she moved her best potted plant into the house, preparing to make a beautiful home for the butterflies.

"This is my most treasured flower. You can live here from now on."

Aunt Ping spoke gently to Butterfly, her expression revealing genuine affection.

The butterfly seemed to understand her words. It flapped its wings gently, leaving a trail of light in the air, and then gracefully landed on the flowerpot, emitting a shimmering fluorescence.

Aunt Ping was even happier when she saw this, and laughed out loud like a little girl.

Ji Mengran, who was standing not far away, witnessed Aunt Ping's dark spots fading.

Ji Mengran was deeply shocked.

She instinctively touched the ugly scar on her face.

His fingernails dug deeply into his palms, and complex emotions welled up in his eyes.

This was her nightmare...

On the day she appeared at Ruolan's funeral, dressed in a red dress and with exquisite makeup, Gu Shiche suddenly rushed up and slashed her face with a knife. The knife was coated with a special powder, leaving a scar that was difficult to remove.

"There are such amazing butterflies in this world."

She murmured softly, her gaze burning intensely, almost as if she were on fire.

Ji Mengran thought of the mute Aunt Xue who used sign language, and a butterfly was also fluttering around her.

Just now, that mute woman actually spoke, and she also mentioned butterflies.

Is it...

Greed gradually surfaced in Ji Mengran's heart.

If she could possess such a spirit butterfly, perhaps her face could be restored to its original state...

She imagined that perhaps once the scars disappeared, she could successfully become the mistress of the house.

A morbid fanaticism flashed in Ji Mengran's eyes, and a smile slowly crept onto her lips.

……

Gu's, Jiangcheng Branch.

The atmosphere inside the meeting room was solemn and serious.

The operations manager asked Gu Yinshen, who was in the main seat, for guidance on the decision-making direction, but received no response.

The air was filled with a faint fragrance of flowers and grass, which was refreshing and pleasant.

Gradually, the manager and other employees looked up.

They discovered that Gu Yinshen, who was usually so tense and meticulous, had actually fallen asleep peacefully amidst the fragrance.

He leaned his head slightly against the back of the chair, a relaxed smile on his lips.

There was silence in the conference room.

The employees looked at each other, all with expressions of disbelief.

Finally, I quietly left the meeting room.

"What's wrong with President Gu? Doesn't he suffer from severe insomnia?"

"You know, even with medication, President Gu sometimes struggles to fall asleep, yet he managed to sleep during a multinational conference today?"

"When I smell this fragrance, I feel refreshed and invigorated. Is it the effect of the flowers and herbs?"

While they were discussing it outside in the corridor.

Gu Yinshen's doctor friend, Xie Beiling, hurriedly entered the conference room.

He originally came to perform hypnotherapy on Gu Yinshen after receiving a request for help from him.

But when he walked into the conference room, the scene before him stunned him.

Gu Yinshen was fast asleep in the chair, his face serene, as if all his fatigue and anxiety had been swept away.

On the conference table were several plants that emitted a faint fluorescent glow, and a small, delicate butterfly fluttered among them.

Soft specks of light flowed through the air, creating a scene so beautiful it was like a dream.

Xie Beiling's eyes widened slightly, unable to believe what he was seeing.

He took a few steps forward, his nose filled with the sweet fragrance of the divine flower.

A cool sensation rushed into his chest, instantly clearing his mind.

Xie Beiling was greatly surprised, yet extremely overjoyed and delighted.

What exactly are these flowers and plants on the table?

He couldn't wait to know the answer.

He couldn't help but pat Gu Yinshen on the shoulder, wanting to wake him up and ask him what was going on.

But the other person was sleeping soundly and didn't react no matter how much he tried to move them.

Xie Beiling frowned slightly, increasingly surprised.

Just half an hour ago, Gu Yinshen called him over, saying he was having trouble sleeping again, but now... he's sleeping so soundly?

Xie Beiling could only stay in the conference room, sitting beside those few divine flowers and herbs, enjoying that wonderful sense of comfort.

Gu Yinshen didn't wake up from his deep sleep until it got dark.