The sounds of a violent struggle echoed from the movie, drowning out that soft whimper. The scheming and obsessive Big Bad Wolf gradually tugged the rabbit ears downward, capturing this soft and adorable White Rabbit.
On screen, two assassins were fighting to the death. Amid the flashing blades, one seemed to be at a disadvantage, pinned down. The gun barrel pressed against their abdomen, jabbing harshly—whether from pain or unwillingness to yield, they struggled relentlessly. Even with their back to the enemy, they fought desperately.
At that moment, Bo Shiyue’s voice echoed the movie’s dialogue perfectly: “You can’t escape anymore!”
The captured White Rabbit froze in confusion, feeling just as wronged and frustrated as the subdued assassin on screen.
The on-screen battle dragged on for a long time. The assassin’s counter-restraint clamped onto the enemy’s “leg,” forcing them to slow their movements slightly. The fight continued, with the assassin remaining overpowered throughout. Finally, a gunshot rang out, settling the dust.
This time, it wasn’t that Mu Wantang wanted him to hold her—she simply lacked the strength to walk. Leaning against his chest, she let him play with her hair, bringing it to his nose for a gentle sniff.
“Tangtang, you smell so lovely. Even your hair is irresistible!” Bo Shiyue murmured.
Mu Wantang let out a delicate, displeased hum, her arms wrapped around his neck. Glancing down, she noticed the damp stain on the carpet, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. The desk was also in disarray—documents crumpled from her grasping and others she had accidentally knocked aside, along with…
Bo Shiyue picked up several sheets of paper soaked beyond use, a sly smile curling his lips as he chuckled softly. “So much splashing water ruined these documents.”
Mu Wantang buried her entire face against his chest, too ashamed to look up. Stuttering, she asked, “C-can they still be used?” Were the documents important?
Bo Shiyue flipped through the pages—they were just blank sheets. Seeing how frightened his little girl was, he lowered his head to kiss her. “It’s fine. Even if they were important, we could just reprint them.”
Relieved, Mu Wantang relaxed.
Bo Shiyue settled her on the nearby sofa, tucking a blanket around her. Rolling up his sleeves, he began tidying the desk himself—he didn’t want anyone else witnessing the mess.
Lying on the sofa, Mu Wantang grew drowsy within moments. By the time Bo Shiyue finished cleaning and came to carry her, she had already drifted into a light sleep.
He had an important meeting that afternoon, originally planned for the conference room. But seeing the girl sleeping as peacefully as a kitten, he couldn’t bear to disturb her. Instead, he held her in his arms, donned a Bluetooth headset, and conducted the video conference from behind his desk. He angled the camera toward the coffee table, causing everyone in the meeting to suppress amused twitches—as the old saying goes, “Beauty topples empires.” How was Bo Shiyue’s obsession with his beauty any different from a negligent ruler’s?
Even after the two-hour meeting ended, the girl in his arms still felt weak and listless. Nestling against Bo Shiyue, she whispered softly, “Uncle, am I sick?”
Bo Shiyue felt heartache seeing her barely able to keep her eyes open, blaming himself for not being more considerate of her condition.
He gently pressed his forehead against hers to check her temperature.
Her temperature was normal—she was probably just exhausted.
Bo Shiyue softly coaxed the young girl, “Didn’t you already get the shot?”
The girl looked up with dazed confusion, letting out a soft, puzzled “Huh?” in her milky, tender voice.
Her beautiful peach blossom eyes blinked several times, as if she couldn’t recall when she had received any injection.
It wasn’t until she met Bo Shiyue’s beaming, triumphant gaze that she finally understood.
Blushing, she quickly lowered her eyes, two delicate peach blossoms blooming across her cheeks.
By the time Bo Shiyue finished his work, it was already past seven in the evening, and the Lu Family’s banquet was about to begin.
Mu Wantang sat on the office sofa, letting the stylist arrange her hair. “Miss Mu, your hair is truly wonderful—so black and smooth. These gentle waves look even better than if they were permed.”
Mu Wantang raised a small hand to rub the tip of her nose and smiled at Bo Shiyue, who was waiting nearby.
“That’s because Uncle takes such good care of me~”
“Tangtang eats on time and sleeps on time every day.”
Bo Shiyue remembered when she first came to him. Perhaps because she had left home, she was in low spirits, feeling despondent all day long.
So, Bo Shiyue had tricked her, saying that if she didn’t eat properly or sleep well, over time, her hair would fall out, her face would decay, bit by bit, until she turned into an ugly monster.
Terrified, the little girl ate two full bowls of rice that very night. She quietly pushed open his bedroom door, crept to his bedside, and whispered,
“Uncle~ I ate properly. My hair won’t fall out, will it?”
Bo Shiyue recalled glancing at the time and saying, “If you don’t go to sleep right now, your hair will abandon you by tomorrow morning!”
Frightened, the little girl lifted the covers and burrowed into his arms.
That was the first time he had held her while she slept. Mu Wantang’s body was soft and warm, carrying a sweet, milky fragrance that drifted insistently to his nose.
That night, the little girl slept soundly, while he lay awake until dawn.
He reached out and affectionately pinched the tip of her small nose. “Yes, Tangtang is the most well-behaved, obedient little girl.”
Pleased by the praise, Mu Wantang happily closed her eyes and let the stylist continue styling her hair.
The young girl’s skin was flawless—smooth, blushed, and so delicate it seemed one could break it by blowing. Even without makeup, her beauty was utterly captivating, leaving the makeup artist momentarily unsure how to proceed.
After a moment’s hesitation, the artist simply picked up lipstick, adding a touch more color to the girl’s cherry-like lips.
A dab of lip gloss made her lips plump and glossy, irresistibly enticing.
The stylist braided the girl’s hair and adorned it with a few pearls, accentuating her delicate complexion and noble bearing, as if she were a little princess.
The only challenge came when selecting an evening gown.
Bo Shiyue looked at the options—strapless, V-neck, backless—and hesitated for a long time without settling on one. In the end, he chose a modest little dress.
Simple and elegant, with a gently flowing skirt, it suited his preferences well.
Mu Wantang wasn’t picky about clothes. For the past three years, every item of her clothing, from innerwear to outerwear, had been personally selected by him.
Before leaving the office, the young girl was once again gathered into Bo Shiyue’s embrace.
The thought that her visit to the company was already known and that many people would be watching when she stepped outside crossed her mind.
The little girl was slightly frightened, lifting her gaze to timidly look at Bo Shiyue.
“U-uncle~”
Bo Shiyue lowered his eyes and gently pecked the little girl’s lips. “Don’t worry, I’m here!”
These simple four words gave Mu Wantang a sense of reassurance.