I sold grilled fish in the 70s!

For some unknown reason, things have been mysteriously disappearing from the manor lately, Second Young Master! You haven't been back for a while, so I haven't had a chance to tell you about it!

Was it done by some dishonest servant? Second Master, you must investigate this thoroughly.

Oh! Second Young Mistress, did you also lose something valuable? If you tell me, I'm sure Second Master will definitely find this thief for you.

Uncle Fu, where did Mu'er's favorite pair of antique vases go? I haven't seen them lately.

Aren't my brother's rooms always locked? How could someone have broken in and stolen things?

I remember that every day after I finished cleaning the young master's room, I had to lock it up!

Didn't Zhuzhu stay at her older brother's house for a few nights before? Could it be that Zhuzhu...

No way! Zhuzhu is a very well-behaved child! She wouldn't do such a thing!

However, lately I've been seeing a small figure coming out of the young master's room late at night. It's carrying something, and I wonder if it's the thief who stole the young master's antique vase.

Hey! Why didn't you tell us about this sooner? Maybe we could have caught the thief.

The second young master is never home, and Mother doesn't care about anything. The master is nowhere to be found either! Who can you ask Master Fu to talk to?

Could it be that Daddy's cat stole it? You all know that cat is a little money-grubber; it's always either holding onto Daddy's jade bead bracelet or playing with Grandma's pearl necklace.

Haha! That's the funniest joke I've ever heard! Youyou, it's such a waste of your talent if you don't become a writer!

Look at Furong, she can't even lift her own baby bottle! How could she possibly move that antique vase that weighs dozens of kilograms in your uncle's room!

Mother! Let's not investigate this matter any further! It's hard to guard against a thief within the family!

As Mu Long said this, he affectionately patted Fu Rong's head, and Fu Rong stuck out her little tongue and licked Mu Long's big hand.

Little brat, let's see if you dare to be so greedy again! Now you're being mistaken for a petty thief! If you were a thief, I would definitely break your legs.

Upon hearing her father's words, Youyou collapsed to the ground in fear, and with a thud, a gold bracelet fell out of her pocket.

What is this? Mu Long picked up the gold bracelet that had fallen on the floor and examined it carefully in his hand.

Yuqin stood up and took the gold bracelet from Mulong's hand, examining it carefully.

It looks like a gold bracelet I specially prepared for your sister-in-law! I was planning to give it to her after your brother and sister-in-law came back!

Just as Furong was about to jump onto the floor to play without being held by Yuqin, a large hand pulled her back.

Meow! Meow!

Search this entire mansion! Don't let any corner of this place escape your notice! Especially search every corner of your young lady's and young mistress's rooms!

Furong looked at her master with a displeased expression. Just as she was about to stretch out her little paws to scratch Mulong's face, Mulong pressed her little paws down on his thigh.

Meow! Meow!

Furong struggled to free her little paws from Mulong's big hand, and just as she was about to scratch Mulong's handsome face, her little bottom was slapped hard by Mulong!

At this moment, Furong, who was in Mulong's arms, suddenly pounced on Youyou, who was kneeling on the ground. Furong scratched Youyou's little face until it bled.

Fearing that Furong would die tragically at Youyou's hands, Mulong had no choice but to pull Furong back to his side. He wiped Furong's little paws clean with a clean handkerchief. At that moment, Mulong suddenly smelled a fragrance wafting from Furong's little clothes.

Mu Long looked Fu Rong up and down. Apart from the fragrance emanating from the little clothes she was wearing, there was nothing unusual about her.

Mu Long immediately took off Fu Rong's little clothes and handed them to the housekeeper.

Go check if there's anything wrong with Furong's little dress!

What's wrong? Why are you checking the clothes that Guai Guai is wearing?

Mother, don't you notice a strange fragrance wafting from this little dress? And you saw what just happened! Little Hibiscus's mood suddenly turned very irritable.

To confirm his theory, Mu Long slapped Fu Rong's bottom hard again. This time, Fu Rong just whimpered a few times in displeasure, then climbed onto Mu Long's shoulder and stood there sadly, tears streaming down her face.

It turned out that when Furong had just been drinking milk, her little clothes had accidentally gotten stained with milk. Yuqin, wanting to see this spectacle, sent someone to fetch Furong's new clothes to change her. And that was precisely when others made their move.

I didn't steal anything! Father, why did you send the butler and others to search my room? You lowly people, listen up! I will absolutely not allow you to search my room! Otherwise I will...

What's wrong with you? Why are you so emotional?

Mu Long carried Furong to Youyou's side and looked at his daughter who had been calling him "Daddy" for over ten years.

At this moment, a bad thought welled up in Mu Long's mind. However, in order not to upset his mother, Mu Long had no choice but to keep this bad thought to himself and wait for a suitable opportunity to confirm it.

Nana was incredibly jealous of the little kitten flitting between her grandmother's, father's, and mother's arms. She got up from the floor, intending to grab Furong with her little hands, but was pressed back down by the maid standing nearby. Mulong quickly pulled Furong into his arms.

Mu Long could tell what Nana wanted to do just by looking at her actions. It was that Nana wanted to kill the cute little kitten standing on his lap.

One night, Mu Long witnessed his two daughters kill a wolfhound. This terrified him, as Youyou was not even ten years old at the time, and Nana had just turned two. They showed no compassion whatsoever, treating small animals with such cruelty! This is the real reason why Mu Long disliked his daughters.

The room was completely silent; no one dared to utter a word. Mu Long sat cross-legged in a wicker chair, radiating a chilling aura. His two daughters knelt before him, holding a copy of the Analects of Confucius in their hands, reading it intently.