On the computer screen was a row of text that read, “Daddy is so silly, like a piggy-pig head.”

It looked like random typing… but somehow, it didn’t seem so random.

Yu Jinxiao silently read the words once, then a second time. His eyes lowered as he looked intently at the little radish head sitting in his lap.

Impatient for her father to read aloud, Yuanyuan urged, “Daddy, Daddy, what did I type?”

If it weren’t for those pure, innocent eyes—plus the fact that a three-year-old couldn’t possibly act this well—Yu Jinxiao might have suspected that this was no mere coincidence.

A coincidence that she managed to pull four prizes in a row.

A coincidence that, after wishing someone luck, they won million-dollar lottery the next day.

A coincidence that she typed out a sentence specifically to insult him.

Yu Jinxiao decided to play a little trick. “Yuanyuan is a silly piggy-pig head.”

Using his position of power, he swapped out the insult with one aimed at the little cub herself.

Yuanyuan’s little cat-like ears perked up in protest, and she slammed her tiny paw on the keyboard. “Why is the computer calling me names?!”

“You typed it yourself. It’s not the computer’s fault.”

Her soft little voice quieted down, mumbling, “But how could it be that I typed something so perfectly mean to myself?”

Good question. He was still wondering how she had so perfectly insulted him.

With her little hands resting on the edge of the desk and her head drooping in defeat, Yuanyuan remained in a state of disbelief. She was genuinely upset that this fun “toy” of hers had seemingly turned on her.

Yu Jinxiao, who had never indulged in such childish pranks before, found himself unexpectedly amused. He couldn’t resist the satisfaction of teasing the little cub. As he watched her small, fuzzy head droop, a subtle, smug smile curled at his lips.

Suddenly, Yuanyuan’s hand touched the back of her head as if she sensed something. Then, as if her brain had just clicked into gear, she looked up—catching her father’s fleeting grin completely off guard.

“Daddy?” Her little voice was filled with suspicion. “You didn’t trick Yuanyuan, did you?”

Was the usually clueless little dumpling actually being smart for once?

Yu Jinxiao kept a straight face and calmly pointed at the screen. “Look here—‘Yuan Yuan is a silly piggy-pig head.’ The number of characters matches perfectly, doesn’t it?”

Yuanyuan, who couldn’t read and certainly couldn’t count, listened intently and nodded as if it all made sense. “Eh hey, it really does match.”

Of course, it matched. “Yu Jinxiao” and “Yu Yuanyuan” both had the same number of characters!

“I don’t want to play with it anymore. It called me names.” The little cub huffed, sliding off Yu Jinxiao’s lap and scampering off to the bedroom to brush her teeth and wash up.

Evening routines were a bit more complicated, but Yuanyuan always obediently sought out Aunt Chen’s help when needed.

Yu Jinxiao quietly observed Yuanyuan’s nighttime routine from a distance, realizing how well-behaved and easy to manage this child really was.

Washing her face and brushing her teeth only required a bit of assistance, and she would tuck herself into bed without needing a bedtime story.

Moved by how good-natured she was, Aunt Chen, recalling the little cub’s time in the orphanage, decided to sit with her and read a story anyway.

But by the time Aunt Chen turned the first page, the little one’s soft, steady breaths filled the room—she was already fast asleep.

A good eater, a good sleeper. Raising this child had a difficulty rating of just one star: ★☆☆☆☆

That night, the little cub returned to her dreams, where she met the man who should have been thrown into the ocean by her father.

This time, though, the uncle wasn’t as disheveled as before. He wore a suit, smiling as he discussed something with her father, as if reporting work.

Everything seemed normal, and he didn’t harm her father.

Yuanyuan understood immediately!

It must be because she had changed the course of the story. Now, a new dream was showing her the results of her success.

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Yuanyuan was so proud, even in her sleep, grinning from ear to ear, her little body twisting in happiness.

The next morning was Monday, and Yu Mingxi and Yu Yingze were up bright and early, their movement in the house waking the little cub.

Hugging her little lion plushie, Yuanyuan sleepily opened the door, squinting as she waddled forward in a daze. She found a tall object to cling to, and in her soft, sleepy voice, she mumbled, “Good morning, brother.”

No response.

Several seconds passed, and still no reply.

Why wasn’t her brother responding?

Her sleepiness quickly vanished, replaced by a growing sense of hurt. Just as she was about to throw herself into her brother’s arms to demand cuddles, a hand gently grabbed her by the back of her shirt.

“You’ve been talking to the potted plant this whole time,” Yu Jinxiao’s voice coolly spilled down from above.