Standing before Yuanyuan was the elderly man she had met the night before at the hotel restaurant. Today, however, the old man was dressed in a khaki suit, and despite his age, he exuded an innate elegance that seemed to be a part of him.

He surveyed the room briefly, followed by the housekeeper.

“Master, Mr. Yu has gone out,” the housekeeper informed him.

The elderly man paused in surprise. “I called the office; he shouldn’t have any meetings today.”

“Uh… you might have to ask Gao Zhou about his work schedule,” Uncle Yang stammered.

“Grandpa Car, did you come to see Daddy?” Yuanyuan asked innocently, unfazed by the presence of the old man, while the servants around them appeared nervous and hesitant.

The man was tall, with a well-proportioned figure, dressed in a tailored suit and sporting an expensive luxury watch. His demeanor radiated an air of aloofness that signaled his exceptional status.

People with more life experience would immediately recognize that this was not someone of ordinary standing.

But to little Yuanyuan, who had no understanding of such things, this man was just Grandpa Car.

“What ‘Grandpa Car’? Don’t call me that,” the elderly man scolded, his eyes cold and lofty. “Do you not even know who I am?”

“Who are you?” Yuanyuan asked, playing along, eyes wide with exaggerated surprise.

“I’m your father’s father.”

“Daddy’s… daddy? So that means…” Yuanyuan furrowed her brows as though tackling a complex math problem, counting on her little fingers.

After much thought, she still couldn’t figure it out, and finally, she turned to Uncle Yang for help, her eyes pleading for assistance.

Uncle Yang, who was trying his hardest not to laugh, would have burst out laughing if the old man wasn’t standing right in front of him.

“He’s your grandfather,” Uncle Yang whispered.

“Oh, right! Grandpa!” Yuanyuan shouted triumphantly.

The old man was stunned.

In all his years, he had never encountered a child as clueless as this one. She couldn’t even figure out that he was her grandfather and needed the housekeeper to prompt her.

When Yu Jinxiao first told him about adopting a little girl from the orphanage, he had assumed that any child capable of catching his son’s attention would be clever and quick to charm.

Even if she wasn’t extraordinarily smart, she shouldn’t be this slow.

“I haven’t acknowledged you yet, so don’t get too familiar,” the old man said coldly, his tone dismissive as he snorted, “Don’t call me grandpa.”

Uncle Yang, now as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, gestured for Brother Jiang to call Mr. Yu immediately. This situation was clearly too much for little Yuanyuan to handle on her own. They needed Mr. Yu to come back and sort things out.

Brother Jiang returned shortly, shaking his head with the phone in his hand.

Uh-oh, no one was picking up.

“If I can’t call you Grandpa… then what should I call you?” Yuanyuan, oblivious to the man’s cold attitude, earnestly began to ponder the question. “Daddy’s daddy?”

The old man was speechless.

Did this kid seriously not get that he was being hostile?

“And can Daddy’s daddy play with Yuanyuan?” Unfazed and brimming with excitement, Yuanyuan sprang up from the carpet and tugged at the sleeve of his suit, her ponytail bouncing. “Yuanyuan has so many toys!”

The old man was about to say, “Who cares about your toys?” when, suddenly, a flicker of curiosity crossed his mind.

He knew his son well—Yu Jinxiao absolutely detested slow-witted children like this.

So, what made this girl special enough for Yu Jinxiao to adopt her?

“Alright,” the old man finally relented, “I’ll play with you for a bit.”