His Beloved Darling

The bedding was clearly exquisite, and she was certainly exhausted.

Yet she tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep, rolling around in bed without finding a comfortable position.

After a long while, she slapped her forehead, suddenly remembering what was missing.

Wah wah wah... What was missing was the sweet and soft embrace of her Little Nuomi pillow!

Clutching the blanket haphazardly, she hugged it close, burying her face deeply into the softness, "Little Nuomi... Mommy misses you so much."

Mu Jingxi, standing outside the door with his exceptional hearing, faintly caught the woman's murmurs from inside the guest room.

"...miss you so much."

After a brief pause, he walked away.

......

The next day, morning.

Qiao An's beautiful eyes were bleary as she stumbled downstairs, still groggy, when suddenly she collided with a little rascal, knocking him to the ground.

"Ouch..."

Mu Shaoxi rolled over once, causing the butler and maids to react with shock, "Young Master, are you alright?"

Young Master?

Qiao An snapped back to reality, seeing Mu Shaoxi in his light blue pajamas, wondering why on earth she had run into him so early in the morning.

"I'm sorry, kiddo," Qiao An said. She was starving, extremely hungry.

She had low blood sugar and had come downstairs searching for food, desperate to fill her stomach quickly...

Mu Shaoxi stood up with the butler's help, despite his young age, he was an impeccably crafted lad, staring at Qiao An.

After eyeing her for a while, he snorted arrogantly.

Qiao An had no time for him and turned to leave.

"Hey."

Qiao An didn't pause her step.

"I'm talking to you, weird auntie!" Mu Shaoxi huffed and puffed as he rushed in front of her, looking up at her with animosity.

"Me?" Qiao An's lips twitched slightly, "Weird auntie?"

"Yup!"

Qiao An detested being called auntie, especially by this little rascal who dared to call her a weird auntie.

Her mood soured instantaneously.

She bent down, smiling, her wicked fingers kneading his cheeks, thoroughly messing them up, her tone sweet and gentle like a nice girl next door, "Little brat, it's Miss. Call me weird auntie again, and I'll smack you."

Mu Shaoxi was rubbed into a frenzy, wailing, "Bad auntie, let go of Shaoxi!"

"So it's Little Yinzhang, huh." Qiao An let go, patting his head, "You better behave, or else..."

Mu Shaoxi stood his ground, his eyes reddening with anger, "I'm not Little Yinzhang, I'm Shaoxi! Shaoxi, Shaoxi!"

Catching a glimpse of a savior, he broke into a run, flailing his arms and crying out, "Uncle, save Shaoxi! The bad auntie is going to eat a child!"

Mu Jingxi descended the stairs with measured steps, his black tailored suit accentuating his noble aura.

He slightly bent over to pick up the Shaoxi clinging to his legs, lifting him into his embrace.

Mu Shaoxi, pouting smugly at Qiao An, pointed a small finger, "Uncle, it's her!"

The man's deep, ocean-like eyes were dark and compelling, "Miss Qiao."

Qiao An, suffering from low blood sugar, felt extremely uncomfortable and unprecedentedly pale; she had no interest in bickering with a juvenile brat.

She turned her head, expressing her miserable state to the butler, "Butler, is there anything to eat? I'm so hungry..."

The butler was momentarily stunned but quickly nodded, "Breakfast is ready, Miss Qiao, please follow me."

Just as the weird auntie was about to make her escape, Mu Shaoxi, unwilling to let go, clung to Mu Jingxi's neck, "Uncle, why don't you scold the bad auntie?"

"Did she bully you?"

"Yes, she did!" Mu Shaoxi pouted, nodding vigorously.