Chapter 66: Giving Cherries Without Reason Means, Means…?

So what if he got kissed by the little dumpling?

What’s the big deal?

After sending a message to Yu Mozhi, Liu Wu glanced at the little dumpling, who was completely absorbed by all the new toys. What she liked most were the dolls dressed in all sorts of beautiful little dresses.

The little dumpling’s eyes sparkled brightly, without a trace of the timid, abused emotions that people online were talking about. Especially when her soft, childish voice chattered noisily, she was full of energy.

Thinking back to that photo, a whole bunch of people accused Yu Mozhi of abusing this little cutie, claiming he was using her to whitewash his image. Some even said the child herself revealed Yu Mozhi didn’t feed her. Many entertainment marketing accounts had used this as clickbait, making a fuss, claiming to fight for justice for the little dumpling.

But no one really believed it. The child had just been adopted—it was normal to lack a sense of security. Besides, Yu Mozhi had taken the child shopping at the most expensive mall in all of Kyoto. If he was really abusing her, why bother with all that? Why hold her in his arms like a precious treasure? Until recently, not even her little face had been photographed.

Moreover, these past few days, the little dumpling had been well taken care of. Most of her old bruises had faded, leaving only a few scars, which might have been from being whipped with a belt. A heartbroken father had personally asked the doctor for the best scar removal ointment.

Now, Little Mianmian was running full speed toward becoming a chubby, fair snowball. Liu Wu had seen it with his own eyes. Even though Yu Mozhi kept denying it, in reality, he was already well on his way to becoming a doting girl-dad, with no intention of turning back.

Poor him, though. No girlfriend, no little sweetheart to dote on—so sour, unbearably sour!

Given the way Yu Mozhi was raising this child, it wouldn’t be long before the little dumpling became plump and round. Luckily, Director Kong Jun had a little daughter himself and understood how girl-dads could be. That’s why he kept a close watch on Yu Mozhi every day, making sure he didn’t overfeed Little Mianmian.

After all, in the script, Ji Ruan wasn’t supposed to have lived a good life. Later on, they might have to control the little dumpling’s diet for the role.

Yu Mozhi had already stuffed a freshly made bottle of milk into the little dumpling’s arms and sat down casually beside her.

The little dumpling was completely captivated by the new things around her. With a perfectly warm milk bottle stuffed into her arms, she instinctively bit down on the straw, puffed out her cheeks, and took several big gulps, her eyes still fixed on the phone in Yue Han’s hand.

Probably noticing the little dumpling liked pretty dresses, Yue Han had downloaded a dress-up game on his phone.

All the little dresses in the game were so pretty, sparkling and shimmering, making the little dumpling’s eyes light up.

But the little dumpling wasn’t stupid. Hugging her milk bottle, she blinked her big eyes and asked, “Big brother, is there something you want Mianmian to help you with? What’s that called again… giving cherries without a reason means, means…?”

She suddenly forgot the phrase and turned her head to seek help from her father. Her soft little voice lowered, “But Mianmian hasn’t even received any cherries yet?”

“It’s not cherries, it’s an idiom. ‘Offering unsolicited attentions, harboring ulterior motives.’” Yu Mozhi corrected from beside her.

“Oh, oh!” The little dumpling turned back around and seriously nodded her little head. “Right, right, you shouldn’t give cherries for no reason!”

Clearly, she still didn’t understand.

Yu Mozhi lowered his head to look at his own child: …

You didn’t understand at all, yet you said it so righteously, as if this was exactly how I taught you, with that serious little face of ‘my daddy is always right.’

Let’s not rush into anything else. First, let’s get that little tongue untangled.

“How is Mianmian so smart? You even know that phrase?” Yue Han rubbed his hands together, his flattery rising as skillfully as the little dumpling’s antics, not losing to her one bit.

(End of Chapter)