Jiang Che looked utterly bewildered.
"Grandma, what did I even do to you? I just got home and haven’t even touched you yet... and you’re already crying?"
His face twisted into a helpless expression—this tsundere girl’s personality was just different from ordinary girls.
What a headache!
Carrying Dong'er, he went upstairs and arrived outside Yu Wan'er’s bedroom.
Sure enough, the little one was curled up on the bed, hugging a teddy bear pillow and sulking.
"Yu Wan'er, what’s wrong? Have you gotten too bold just because I haven’t disciplined you in over a week?"
To his surprise, Yu Wan'er immediately jumped off the bed and stood in front of him, tear stains still fresh on her face. She undid her collar with her small hands, her eyes flashing with defiance.
"Go on then, if you’ve got the guts, discipline me!"
Jiang Che narrowed his eyes slightly as he observed her.
Something was off—no, something was very off.
The way Yu Wan'er was acting... it seemed like she was deliberately trying to provoke him?
In an instant, he understood. Of course!
She must have grown insecure after he ignored her for over a week.
"Heh—"
Jiang Che chuckled softly, then stepped closer and flicked the girl’s delicate nose.
"Getting this worked up over me... could it be you’ve actually fallen for me?"
"Little brat, you’ve gone and fallen in love!"
Amusement danced in his eyes as he pinched Yu Wan'er’s soft, plump cheeks—still as delightfully squishy as ever.
She used to have no baby fat on her face, but after being spoiled by Jiang Che, it had gained a layer of adorable softness, smooth to the touch.
"You...! Fine, yes! I have fallen for you, so what? You damn perverted bastard... You’re just tired of me, aren’t you???"
Contrary to expectations, Yu Wan'er didn’t tsun her way out of it—she bravely admitted her feelings.
"Oh?"
Jiang Che raised an eyebrow, then smirked. He had recorded what Yu Wan'er just said.
Getting this kind of confession out of a tsundere like her was nearly impossible.
Sure, she was admitting it now, but in a moment, she’d be back to her usual stubborn self.
He set Dong'er down. "Dong'er, go ahead and leave. I’ll come find you tonight."
Without a word, Dong'er turned and walked away.
"Tsk tsk tsk, Yu Wan'er... what was that you just said? I didn’t quite catch it."
Jiang Che slowly advanced toward her.
"You big jerk! Heartless, two-timing trash! You scumbag, waaah~~~"
Yu Wan'er cried so hard she started hiccuping, looking utterly pitiful. Most men wouldn’t be able to resist—they’d probably be willing to give her everything they had.
Jiang Che sighed. Normally, he wouldn’t hesitate to... discipline her thoroughly, and that would be the end of it.
But right now, Yu Wan'er was clearly not in her usual state. His woman... deserved to be pampered.
He walked over and gently picked her up.
Yu Wan'er was light—barely over 140 cm tall, she couldn’t weigh more than 35 kg.
"P-put me down, you scumbag!" The little loli sniffled, but her small arms instinctively tightened around Jiang Che.
"Wan'er, are you really missing the taste of my size 12 shoes?"
His words were so outrageous they nearly short-circuited Yu Wan'er’s brain.
But she didn’t respond, just turned her face away—her meaning obvious.
"Alright, alright, I give up. What am I going to do with you? With so many women around me... I can’t just revolve my world around you every day, can I?"
He sat her on his lap and began playing with her ponytail.
Yu Wan'er stayed silent, head lowered.
"Yu Wan'er, let me do the math for you—Ye Mengyao, Qin Qiaoqiao, Bai Jie, Bai Qiangwei, Chen Ningshuang... and now you. That makes fifteen women around me. If I spent all my time with you, how would the others feel?"
He counted on his fingers, and even he was a little shocked when he tallied it up.
Damn, I’m really that much of a scumbag?
Sure enough, Yu Wan'er was stunned too, her mouth forming a perfect "O."
"Y-you have fifteen women?! Are you some kind of stallion?!"
She knew Jiang Che had a lot of girls around him, but this many? That was just ridiculous!
Jiang Che smirked. "If I’m a stallion, then what does that make you? A little mare?"
Yu Wan'er instantly exploded, baring her tiny fangs like a furious kitten.
"You’re the little mare!"
"Take this, you cheater! And this! I’ll bite you to death—rawr!"
Somehow, their playful bickering took a sharp turn...
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Meanwhile, at Hangcheng Airport.
A plane touched down smoothly, and a line of black-suited bodyguards stood at attention, their sleeves bearing the label "Dragon King Security."
Then, descending from the plane was a petite girl in a black hoodie, a baseball cap, and oversized sunglasses—trying way too hard to look cool.
Xiao Wanwan, currently ranked second among the rising starlets of the nation!
Of course, talent was one thing, but what really mattered were her looks and her background.
Being the daughter of the richest man in the country? That kind of reputation was intimidating.
"Wanwan! Is that Wanwan?! Wanwan, can I get your autograph?!"
"Wanwan-jie, I’m your loyal dog—woof woof woof!"
"My greatest wish is for you to call me 'big brother' just once~~~"
Xiao Wanwan adjusted her sunglasses, her gaze beneath them dripping with disdain.
If it weren’t for fame and fortune, she’d never sing and dance for these disgusting men.
A bunch of filthy losers, thinking they could be her dogs? These greasy otaku weren’t even fit to lick her toes, bleh~~~
She gave a half-hearted wave, then turned to Xiao Sisi behind her.
"Big sis, let’s go already."
Xiao Sisi knew her sister well—in internet slang, she was a textbook "white on the outside, black on the inside" tsundere.
"Little sis, Mr. Xiao Chuan mentioned he’d like to attend your concert too."
Xiao Wanwan’s delicate brows furrowed. "Huh? Big sis, why’d you invite him? Well, whatever. If he’s coming, he’s coming. At least the old man’s good for funding..."
"Shh! Little sis, keep your voice down. We shouldn’t speak ill of Mr. Xiao Chuan in public. Besides, he’s the one paying for this concert."
Xiao Wanwan stuck out her tongue and shrugged. "Fine, fine. Big sis, hurry up—I’m starving! I heard Hangcheng has tons of good food~~~"

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