Old Master Yu’s tone carried the weight of a general commanding his troops into battle. To him, this was a test—a battlefield without gunfire, but one where he would gauge his opponent and learn their strengths and weaknesses.

He wanted to see what this little girl was capable of.

Yu Yuanyuan, hearing that someone was willing to play with her, happily darted toward the stairs but came to an abrupt stop at the first step.

Old Master Yu hadn’t taken his eyes off her, watching her every move closely.

He saw her small, round body totter to the edge of the stairs, only to halt suddenly. The little girl reached out to grab the handrail and slowly, with great care, began climbing the stairs at her own steady pace.

Old Master Yu frowned and turned to Uncle Yang, standing nearby. “Why don’t you just carry her up?”

“Miss Yuanyuan is quite independent,” Uncle Yang replied with a smile. “She rarely lets anyone carry her. She likes to go up and down by herself.”

That was true, but they always made sure to keep an extra eye on her when she was navigating the stairs.

Ha, so she’s setting herself up as self-reliant, Old Master Yu thought with a cold snort. That’s exactly the kind of trait Yu Jinxiao would admire.

A sensible child who wasn’t clingy meant fewer problems. He knew his son well.

It took Yu Yuanyuan a while to reach the second floor. When she finally got there, she dashed into her room and pulled out a small suitcase. She began pushing it toward the stairs, but upon reaching the top of the stairs, she paused.

If she carried the suitcase, she wouldn’t be able to hold onto the railing.

But if she didn’t hold onto the railing, she might tumble down the stairs.

Seeing her hesitation, Uncle Yang was about to step in and help her when he saw Yu Yuanyuan give the suitcase a light kick, sending it tumbling down one step.

Both Old Master Yu and Uncle Yang were stunned.

Step by step, Yu Yuanyuan carefully kicked the suitcase down, descending one stair at a time. After about five minutes, she finally arrived at the bottom with the suitcase in her arms, running up to Old Master Yu with a beaming smile. “Daddy’s daddy, let’s play!”

Old Master Yu: “…”

You’d think this little girl was silly, but sometimes she was surprisingly clever. Then again, sometimes she was so adorably dumb, it was hard to tell.

Without responding, Old Master Yu sat down on the nearby sofa, curious to see what Yuanyuan had in store.

Yuanyuan opened the suitcase, revealing a jumbled collection of picture books, building blocks, and LEGO pieces—all crammed inside. She promptly dumped everything onto the carpet.

With a whoosh, toys scattered everywhere. Yuanyuan blinked at the mess for a moment before turning to Uncle Yang and solemnly promising, “Uncle Yang, Yuanyuan will clean up after playing.”

Hearing this, Uncle Yang felt like his heart had just been wrapped in cotton candy—so sweet!

What a well-behaved and thoughtful little angel!
But beside him, Old Master Yu still had a stern expression, showing no signs of acknowledging Yuanyuan as his granddaughter. Instead, he seemed to regard her like an enemy he had come to assess.

As a servant, Uncle Yang knew he couldn’t say much, so he just hoped they could reach Mr. Yu quickly so he could come handle this situation…

“There’s no need to contact Jinxiao,” Old Master Yu said, as if reading their thoughts. “I’ll be leaving soon.”

The implication was clear—he intended to personally evaluate little Yuanyuan before leaving.

Blissfully unaware of the tension, Yuanyuan sorted out some blocks and placed them on the table. “Daddy’s daddy, let’s play with these blocks, okay?”

Every time she called him “Daddy’s daddy,” Old Master Yu felt like his intelligence was being challenged.

“Alright, alright. Just call me grandpa. Stop calling me daddy’s daddy.”

It was a forced concession, not something he wanted to do—hmph.