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"Doesn't the child feel ashamed for bowing down so easily?"

Wuyou's reaction surprised Jin Zhengqing a little.

But Wuyou's next answer shocked him even more.

"Apologize when you make a mistake, what's shameful about that! It's shameful to struggle to save face and end up losing both face and substance."

Wuyou waved her hand, clearly not understanding.

“But you don’t seem to be wrong. You’re reluctant to admit it, but the flowers I planted really do look like weeds. You’re just stating the facts that others dare not say to my face. You don’t need to apologize.”

When talking about his pile of flowers, Jin Zhengqing's tone became dejected.

"No, I'm apologizing not because I said your flowers looked like weeds, but because my words offended you."

"The world is so big, what's wrong with having hobbies? Besides, hobbies are just for your own enjoyment, not for being outstanding."

"As an outsider, I may not understand other people's hobbies, but I should respect them. If my words offend you or make you unhappy, even if it was just something I said unintentionally, I should apologize."

Jin Zhengqing then began to seriously examine the child in front of him.

I can hardly believe that such words came from the mouth of a five-year-old child.

"Your name is Wuyou, right?"

"Yes, hello Grandpa, I am Wuyou."

Upon hearing the old man's question again, Wuyou was no longer reserved and introduced herself generously.

"Great name, I hope you live up to your name and have a carefree life."

The old man approached, rubbed her head, and looked on with a look of deep emotion, as if he had thought of something.

"You haven't eaten yet, have you? Come on, Grandpa will take you to have breakfast."

Jin Zhengqing reached out his hand to Wuyou, and Wuyou placed her small hand into his warm but calloused and wounded palm without any hesitation.

Watching the grandfather and grandson walk away, Butler Zi Ning and Lan Mingyue not only breathed a sigh of relief but also felt immense joy.

Even the carefree child who grew up away from home can grow up to be so outstanding, while the meticulously trained Wushuang...

"Your Highness, don't overthink it. Let's go inside and have breakfast together."

Lan Mingyue nodded to him in a friendly manner, and they walked into the restaurant together.

Jin Zhengqing ate even more simply than Lan Mingyue, just a bowl of soy milk and a plate of fried dough sticks.

"Do you need me to prepare anything else for you?" Jin Zhengqing hesitated for a moment before asking Jin Wushuang, who had previously complained about the food.

"No need, I'll eat this!" Wuyou's eyes were fixed on the soy milk and fried dough sticks.

She couldn't even remember the last time she had eaten it.

For a long time in her previous life, her breakfast consisted of soy milk and fried dough sticks, but later, she gradually became so busy that she stopped eating breakfast.

She likes to scoop the fried dough sticks into the bowl of soy milk and let them soak until they are fully soaked in the soy milk before taking a bite.

The soy milk bursts in your mouth, its sweetness and the salty softness of the fried dough sticks stimulating your taste buds, bringing you the ultimate spiritual enjoyment.

Watching Wuyou casually scoop the fried dough sticks into her bowl and eat them with relish, Jin Zhengqing's mood improved considerably.

After finishing breakfast, Jin Zhengqing was about to meditate.

Wuyou toured the house.

What attracted her most in this room was the wall full of paper books in Jin Zhengqing's study.

Interstellar space is almost a digital world, with networks connecting individuals and even genes.

In such a world, printed books are quite rare.

Of course, magazines also include advertisements and such. For promotional purposes, magazines are printed and then placed on transportation stations and public airships, but plain books are rare, or even unheard of.

"Can I look at these books?" Wuyou asked curiously as she turned around.

“Honey, Mommy can’t make that decision.” Lan Mingyue shook her head; Jin Zhengqing treasured these books.

Wuyou looked at the butler again, but the butler waved his hand in return.

Grandpa Jin hadn't even started meditating yet, so she rushed into his quiet room and asked him before he began.

"Grandpa, may I look at the books in your study?"

Jin Zhengqing wanted to refuse, but looking at Wuyou's sincere and longing eyes, he didn't say it.

"Sure, but you have to promise it won't be damaged."

Thinking about what Wuyou said today, Jin Zhengqing decided to believe her for the time being.

"I promise I won't damage it!"

Wuyou said happily as she headed straight for his study.

She planned to start with the first book and read them in order.

When she held the book in her hands, through that ordinary page, she seemed to be transported to that distant era.

The written language has changed, and so has the way of recording.

The only thing that remains unchanged is the feeling of opening a book in your hands.

Wuyou sat on the windowsill in the study and opened the window, where she saw lush, unidentified trees right in front of her.

Wuyou leaned against the wall, breathing in the fresh air, and gradually became engrossed in her book.

Seeing that Wuyou was unwilling to go back with her, she had nothing to do if she stayed.

Lan Mingyue could only go home alone.

Butler Zi Ning arranged for someone to stand guard at the study door, ready to provide Wuyou with whatever she needed at any time.

But she never asked for anything.

The study was so quiet that the only sound was the turning of pages.

Time passed slowly, and Wuyou had already read most of the book in her hands.

But she showed no sign of stopping.

She didn't come to her senses until a boy dressed in the same black clothes as her brother coughed.

Jin Yijing had been there for a while. The first thing he saw when he entered his grandfather's study was the girl who was enveloped in a quiet atmosphere.

I had planned to wait and see how long she could sit quietly like that, but I never expected that I would end up waiting for half an hour.

I asked the maid guarding the door and found out that she had been inside all morning.

That's when he spoke up to interrupt her.

"Is there something you need? Am I bothering you?" Wuyou looked up from her book and asked gently.

Jin Yijing, who was prepared to be scolded, was stunned.

Are there really kids in StarCraft with such good tempers?

He spoke a little while later:

"No, it's the servants who said you've been looking at things for a long time, and I wanted you to rest."

"Okay, thank you. Could you please help me up?"

His reminder made Wuyou realize that she had been in the same position for a while and her back and legs were indeed aching.

After Wuyou was caught by him and landed safely, she thanked him again.

First, she placed the books she was holding back exactly on the bookshelf, and then turned to look at the person who had helped her.

"Are you also my brother? Hello, I'm Wuyou."

Wuyou took the initiative to extend her hand to him.

“Hello cousin, I am Jin Yijing, and my father is Jin Hanqian. You should call him Uncle.”

"Haha, you two already know each other? That's perfect, no need for me to introduce you." Just as the two were introducing themselves, Jin Zhengqing walked in from outside.