Help! My pet supervillain has three personalities!

He had said it a few times before, but in the blink of an eye, this brat was running off to call her "sister" again.

He should talk to Tang Yue about it today.

"Xiaoyue, why are you here so late today?"

Tang Yue stood up, took a small stool, placed it next to Jun Lingmo, pulled Ling Yi to sit beside her, and said in a sweet and soft voice, "This afternoon, little Lingmo was bullied and he was frightened. I was worried, so I came to come and see."

When Ling Yi heard that Jun Lingmo had been bullied, his expression became complicated. If Tang Yue hadn't spoken up, he definitely still wouldn't know anything.

He felt somewhat guilty because he had to go out to work during the day, so Jun Lingmo would obediently wait for him to come home alone. He knew nothing about Jun Lingmo's situation at home, and he could only notice something when Jun Lingmo had obvious injuries.

This child is also good at keeping things to himself. Normally, as long as he doesn't notice, even if Jun Lingmo is being bullied, he won't say a word to him, for fear of making him worry.

Recently, Xiao Mo's mood has been much brighter, and he can see that it's thanks to Tang Yue. He hadn't considered that Xiao Mo is still young and needs playmates.

He couldn't help but wonder if he would already be the crown prince if he hadn't been born back then, since Consort Shu was very favored and was the first prince born.

However, whenever he thought about the child having red eyes, he felt it was impossible. This was considered taboo in the palace, and even if he wasn't executed, he wouldn't fare much better.

He opened his mouth, his voice hoarse, "Xiao Mo, are you alright?"

Jun Lingmo also felt strange. He felt like he had been bullied, but he couldn't quite remember.

But not wanting his father to worry, he simply looked up with a smile and said, "Father Ling, I'm not hurt. I'm perfectly fine. Look, there's no mark anywhere."

He rolled up his sleeves and exposed his calves. Ling Yi breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Jun Lingmo was not injured.

Suddenly, he saw a flash of silver light on Jun Lingmo's neck, so he reached out and touched Jun Lingmo's neck, and found a longevity lock.

This lock is so exquisitely crafted; even in the imperial palace, he had never seen such exquisite silver ornaments.

He asked Jun Lingmo somewhat nervously, "Xiao Mo, where did this come from?" Could it be that someone has found them?

Tang Yue, seeing Ling Yi's tense expression, guessed that he was worried about being approached by the royal family, and quickly said, "It's me, Uncle Ling. It's a gift for little Ling Mo. It's a pair of longevity locks. My mother bought them for me. I have one here, and I gave the other one to little Ling Mo."

Ling Yi visibly breathed a sigh of relief, then frowned and said, "How can this be? Such a valuable item cannot be given away so easily. You should take it back immediately."

Tang Yue refused to accept it. She had plenty of these things. Back when she was collecting supplies, she ransacked several gold shops to use as a dowry for her scheming best friend. Who knew her friend would die on the way to a mission? Now she could only keep them for herself as a dowry.

I wonder if she'll be furious if she finds out. Sigh, she'll probably cry her eyes out. After all, they grew up together, and they always got beaten up together during martial arts practice. Twenty years of unbreakable friendship. I miss her a little.

And her brother, I wonder if he's been slept with yet, sigh.

She snapped out of her thoughts and looked at Ling Yi. "Uncle Ling, it's alright. This is a gift for little Ling Mo. My mother knows about it, so please accept it. I just hope that little Ling Mo can grow up safely and healthily like me. I hope this longevity lock can bring him good luck."

Ling Yi pursed her lips, looking at Tang Yue with a complicated expression, sensing that the child had something on her mind.

"Uncle Ling, please let Xiao Lingmo take it. Otherwise, I won't play with Xiao Lingmo anymore, and he won't have any friends again," Tang Yue said in a childish, sulky tone when she saw that Ling Yi didn't speak. Although it might leave a bad impression, it didn't matter. She didn't have any ulterior motives. She just hoped that this lovely and sincere child could grow up normally and happily.

Originally, she only wanted to befriend the little villain to save her own life, but the more she played with him, the more she felt that this child was a sincere and kind person. That's why she loves him so much now. It seems that no one can resist such a handsome and kind child who is also thinking of making money for her to spend.

"Okay, then I'll accept it for now," Ling Yi thought. He'd save up some money and buy Tang Yue a gift too, that would be great.

He couldn't let Xiao Mo be alone again.

“Okay, Uncle Ling, it’s getting late, I should go back now. See you tomorrow,” Tang Yue said goodbye to Ling Yi, then pinched Jun Lingmo’s ear and said, “Little Lingmo, you should get some rest today. I’ll bring you something delicious tomorrow.”

Jun Lingmo touched the longevity lock around his neck, overjoyed. He jumped off the stool and gave Tang Yue a kiss, saying shyly, "Goodbye, Sister Yue."

Ling Yi carried Jun Lingmo back to the house before realizing that she hadn't told Tang Yue what she was supposed to say. Sigh, she was getting old and forgetful.

Tang Yue was still dizzy from the child's kisses. Even after returning home, she was still thinking, "This child is so good at this! It makes you want to give him the whole world. No wonder everyone likes to raise kids virtually. It turns out that obedient and soft children are just too irresistible."

She doesn't know about others, but she has completely fallen into the joy of raising a child.

After resting for a night and having dinner, Tang Yue ran out again. She needed to quickly acquire a property and then recruit Tang Ruhua and Ling Yi into it, since little Ling Mo was already six years old and it was time for him to go to school.

However, given Ling Yi's penniless state, he probably couldn't afford the tuition.

She spent the whole day looking around before finally finding a small shop she liked. It wasn't big, only about 100 square meters, but it was in a great location. There was a well in the back and two small bedrooms where people could rest when they were tired.

She plans to open a mala tang (spicy hot pot) restaurant. After all, this stuff is almost contagious; anyone who tries it once will want to come back for more. It's popular all over the country and easy to make.

Most importantly, in order to eat authentic Zhang's Malatang, she went to work in the place of origin and secretly learned how to make it, which she could then use to earn money.

Anyway, she felt that no one could resist the charm of mala tang (a spicy hot pot dish).

"How much does this place cost?" she asked the broker.

The broker, probably seeing such a young girl buying a house for the first time, couldn't resist launching into his persuasive sales pitch: "Young lady, you don't know this, but this place is an excellent location for both living and doing business. I dare say, if you do business here..."

"Stop, just tell me how much it costs," she said, not wanting to listen to his charade and waste her time.