The lingering kiss left Bo Shiyue licking his lips with satisfaction, yet still feeling it wasn’t quite enough.
But the little girl in his arms had already fallen into a deep sleep. When the Special Assistant returned after handling matters, he saw Bo Shiyue holding Mu Wantang, maintaining the same position without daring to move for a long time.
He was afraid of disturbing the girl in his embrace.
She wore a cotton fleece hoodie dress, with her favorite rabbit plush keychain hanging from the front.
On her feet were pure white sneakers, specially custom-made by Bo Shiyue from a luxury brand.
The little girl in his arms stirred restlessly in her sleep, moving a couple of times.
Casually lifting her foot, she happened to rest it on the armrest between the seats. Bo Shiyue gazed at her delicate, pale ankle wrapped in soft, fluffy socks.
Embroidered on the sock was a white cloud, pure and flawless.
When he first met her, she was just like this—innocent as a blank sheet of paper.
She believed everything he said.
“Come with me, I’ll take you home.”
“Tangtang, call me Uncle Bo.”
“Little one, how about you live here from now on?”
“Sweetheart, be good, come here and sleep.”
Bo Shiyue’s slender, well-defined fingers gently traced her ankle before moving to her sneakers, where he carefully untied the laces.
He cautiously helped her remove the shoes.
This level of care surpassed even his attention to billion-dollar contracts. The Special Assistant in the driver’s seat, hands on the steering wheel, was so tense he hardly dared to breathe.
After taking off the shoes, Bo Shiyue placed them directly on the passenger seat.
Miss Mu was that precious—even the shoes she wore were more valuable than the genuine leather seats.
He remembered the last time Miss Mu accidentally dirtied her shoes, she simply grabbed Bo Shiyue’s custom-tailored suit and wiped them clean.
Bo Shiyue only responded indulgently, “The fabric of this suit isn’t suitable for cleaning shoes. Use another one.”
The other one was even more expensive…
Lowering the armrest between the seats, Bo Shiyue adjusted his posture slowly while holding the little girl, hoping she would sleep more comfortably in his arms.
The air conditioning was on in the car, and a blanket covered her.
Curled up in Bo Shiyue’s embrace, Mu Wantang resembled a soft, tiny kitten. Perhaps because she had felt neglected at the Bo family today and encountered someone she deeply disliked, she whimpered several times in her sleep.
Her cherry-colored lips moved incessantly, as if arguing with someone.
At one point, she even flailed her hands wildly, her nails nearly scratching Bo Shiyue’s cheek.
The Special Assistant, watching through the rearview mirror, felt his heart nearly stop in fear.
Yet, Bo Shiyue remained unfazed, holding Mu Wantang’s hand against his cheek. Even just looking at her like this filled him with immense satisfaction.
When the little girl first came to him, her cheeks were still chubby, and she loved skipping as she walked.
On the day of her coming-of-age ceremony,
She joyfully twirled in a princess dress before him, cut the cake, sang “Happy Birthday,” and gave him all the childhood innocence he had never experienced.
And that night, beneath him, she bloomed like a stunning, intoxicating flower.
By the time Mu Wantang drowsily awoke, she was already lying on a private jet. The little girl had insisted on going to Shanghai, yet she was still this exhausted.
Bo Shiyue truly had no way to handle her—what else could he do but cherish and hold her?
She turned over and drifted back into a heavy sleep.
When she woke again, a staff member wearing an explosively cute rabbit doll costume stood by her bed waving at her.
“Good morning, Tangtang~”
Magic Capital Amusement Park.
The whole world urges you to grow up, but only Magic Capital Amusement Park guards your childhood innocence.
“Good morning Bunny, good morning Little Fox, good morning Boss and Madam, good morning Bear… Good morning……”
After excitedly getting up and greeting each character, Tangtang stood by the window, cupping her hands around her mouth like a megaphone. “Good morning, whole world!”
In the adjacent office, Bo Shiyue heard the girl’s excited, cheerful voice so early in the morning.
When he came over, Mu Wantang was barefoot on the carpet, running directly toward him.
She threw herself into his arms, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed his cheek.
“Good morning, Uncle~”
Though he rarely brought her out, Bo Shiyue maintained a permanently reserved presidential suite here, filled with cartoon patterns of all the park’s characters and various themed designs.
He helped Mu Wantang put on her favorite rabbit ears.
“Tangtang~”
The man’s voice was deep, as if he’d been contemplating this for a while.
The girl wrapped her arms around his lean waist, lifting her head slightly with her chin resting against his chest.
When she looked up, she blinked her bright, large eyes.
Her gaze remained clear and untroubled, without desire or ambition—just as docile and sweet as when he first met her.
Bo Shiyue’s fingers gently trailed through her long hair before he pinched her still slightly chubby cheeks.
“From now on, you’re not allowed to be unhappy, understand!”
Mu Wantang snorted proudly. “Well if you make me unhappy, I’ll run away from home!”
Crying, making scenes, and escaping—when dissatisfied, she’d confront directly!
This was her specialty!
Hearing these words slowly spill from her sweet, soft voice, Bo Shiyue couldn’t help but curl his lips, gently stroking her cheek.
He gradually grasped her chin, forcing her to meet his desire-filled eyes.
“Then why don’t you try running away for me.”
Three years had passed, and she couldn’t even escape the mid-mountain villa.
He really wanted to see how capable his little girl could be.
Daring to threaten him with running away from home!
Mu Wantang felt this was reverse psychology. Hmph, just wait until she found the right opportunity—she’d show him what she was made of!
As he helped her change clothes, even with her bra she’d turn away and coo, “Help me~”
When Bo Shiyue fastened it, he couldn’t resist measuring with his hand.
Had she grown a bit more.
Mu Wantang sat on the bedside eating cookies and snacks shaped like cute rabbits, her pale, delicate feet swaying leisurely in the air.
Bo Shiyue, dressed in his imposing business suit—the stern, domineering CEO who never smiled in public—now knelt gracefully to help the little girl put on her fluffy socks.
To make it easier for her to run around later, he bypassed the brand-new leather shoes his special assistant brought and instead put on her custom-made sneakers.
Tying them with an exquisite double bow.
His little girl, with crumbs all over her mouth, leaned toward his cheek.
“Adorable, sweet Tangtang, are you ready?”
Bo Shiyue picked up the chubby, soft rabbit handbag from nearby, shaking it twice at Mu Wantang. It felt less like he’d married a sweet young wife.
And more like he was raising a daughter.
Mu Wantang nodded earnestly and forcefully, her voice softening a degree more than usual.
“Ready~”
When work hours began, the Special Assistant stood at the door seeing off various staff members dressed in mascot costumes.
Then waited in the suite’s living room.
Sure enough, no matter the time or place, one could never escape the fate of being fed dog food.