and looked at him seriously: "Little Uncle, I might not be very smart, so I can't always understand why you get angry with me. Before I become smarter, could you tell me the reason when I make you ang...The master bedroom door had been shut for two days. On the third morning, it finally opened.

A man in black with dark hair walked out from inside. Despite having just styled it, the weariness on his stern face was impossible to conceal.

Wu the house manager was just bringing breakfast upstairs when he saw him and was overjoyed, "Young Master, you're finally out! You haven't eaten or drunk anything these past few days, I..."

The man pursed his thin lips and, without waiting for Wu the butler to finish speaking, took the breakfast from his hand. He pushed open the door and walked into Mu Xing's room, closing the door behind him.

Wu the Butler was stunned for a moment, then immediately overjoyed. The young master had personally delivered breakfast to Little Mu Xing!

They are about to make up!

That's great!

In the room.

Hearing the steady footsteps, Mu Xing, who had been burying her face in his arms, finally moved. Her cervical spine was numb, and she could only slowly raise her head.

Swollen eyes squeezed the vision into a slit.

From those pristine black leather shoes, the gaze ascended, to the straight and long legs, the black shirt, the seductive Adam's apple, finally reaching the man's handsome and cold features. A little higher still, and his eyes would meet yours.

But she dared not meet his eyes, fearing the darkness and coldness she might see there.

She didn't dare call his name, she only slightly moved closer and tentatively hugged his legs. Seeing that he didn't reject her, she dared to hug him tightly.

The already dry eye sockets, overflowed with tears again.

His trousers were dampened by tears, a warm patch. Fu Lingxiao lowered his gaze to look at the girl nestled on his leg, weeping silently. She was so slender and fragile that an irresistible pang of tenderness surged within him.

He clenched his fists, resisting the urge to help her up. He just pushed the breakfast towards her and said coldly, "Eat first."

Uncle finally listened to her!

Mu Xing didn't even bother wiping her tears, immediately taking the breakfast tray and holding it in her arms. She couldn't afford to anger her little uncle anymore.

Taking a slice of bread, she held it high and awkwardly offered it to the man, speaking in a hushed voice: "Uncle, please eat this."

The little girl sitting at his feet had messy hair and tear-streaked, pale face. She lifted her head, her eyes swollen like walnuts, staring intently at him.

Once, I used to be able to act freely around him. Now, I'm being very careful.

She was clearly afraid of him, yet she still remembered what she had said: that no matter what, he would always come first.

She always seems to care so much about him.

His heart skipped a beat, Fu Lingxiao gritted his teeth and averted his gaze, "I won't eat. You get up and sit on the chair and eat. After you finish, I have something to tell you."

Okay, I'll eat right away.

Mu Xing trembled and slowly got up from the ground. She sat at her desk, shoved the bread into her mouth, wolfed it down, and used milk to push the bread stuck in her throat down, "Uncle, I'm done."

Fu Lingxiao stood still, his ink-colored eyes fixed on Mu Xing. His tall and straight figure exuded a hint of coldness, "You owe me money, I wipe it clean, from now on, you are free."

The man's voice was very soft, soft like a still pond.

Calm and collected.

Mu Xing suddenly felt inexplicably flustered, "Little Uncle, what do you mean"

Fu Lingxiao's expression was calm, but the hand tucked into his trouser pocket was already clenched tightly. "You can leave now, go pack your things. You can take whatever you want, He Chao is waiting for you at the door."

Having said that, he turned and left.

Footsteps hurried, as if fleeing in panic.

After a long and agonizing struggle, he finally made the decision to let her go. He dared not stay another second, nor look at her again, for fear that he would have second thoughts, that he would become a madman, keeping her captive by his side.

Whether it was mutual pain or torment, he truly thought about keeping her by his side for life. But in the end, he couldn't bear to do it. After all, she was the one he held dearest. He could be ruthless to anyone, but he couldn't bring himself to be cruel to her.

Let's go, far, far away, never to appear before my eyes again.

Fu Lingxiao closed his eyes, and the moment he stepped out of the room, a pair of hands suddenly reached out from his waist, hugging him tightly from behind, "Little Uncle, don't leave me, I don't want to leave you..."

Fu Lingxiao's spine stiffened, he held back the urge to turn around and hug her, "Leave here, you can be with the person you like, go anywhere you want."

He reached out and grasped the hand holding onto him, about to pry it open, but then a hoarse voice choked with sobs came from behind him: "But I like the person is my uncle! I don't want to go anywhere, I just want to stay by my uncle's side, and be with my uncle for life!"

Fu Lingxiao paused, then scoffed and chuckled with a cold voice, "You don't understand what it means to like someone. The person you like isn't me."

She took the initiative to hug him and kiss him. She would prepare thoughtful gifts for him, tell him she missed him, and feel down because of the rumors about him and Lan Xuan. She seemed to genuinely care about him, leading him to mistakenly believe that she also liked him.

Since it's a misunderstanding, we should end it here.

He pried Mu Xing's hand open, but the little girl chased after him again and hugged him tightly, her voice urgent and trembling. "Little Uncle, I understand, I really do!"

Liking someone is when I see my uncle and can't help but want to hug and kiss him. I want to be with my uncle every day. Seeing my uncle makes me happy, and not seeing him makes me miss him. When my uncle is happy, I am happy too. When my uncle is unhappy, I feel sad. When my uncle gets angry and asks me to leave, my heart aches.

When I heard Lan Xuan say that Uncle liked her and would be with her in the future, I felt very unhappy. I wanted to monopolize Uncle, to make him belong only to me.

There has never been anyone like Uncle Xiao, so special, so much that just thinking about him makes me feel incredibly happy.

If Uncle thinks these aren't what I like, could Uncle teach me how to know what I like I can learn, as long as I can be with Uncle, as long as Uncle doesn't drive me away, I'm willing to do anything!

Mu Xing hugged the man tightly, her cheek pressed against his broad back. She spoke incoherently, yet clearly expressed her feelings.

She knew she might not fully understand what it meant to be in love, because even though she had said so much, she still felt like her words fell short. She didn't know what else to say, so she could only hold the man tighter.

Fu Lingxiao stood there, stunned. His usually cold and aloof face was filled with astonishment. The heart, which had been numbed by pain, began to beat violently again, pounding wildly against his chest, a sensation unlike anything he had ever experienced before.

A moment later, he suddenly turned around, holding the little girl in his arms, almost commanding: "Say it again! Say you like me!"

Mùxīng buried herself deeply in the man's chest, word by word, with unwavering conviction: "Little Uncle, I like you. I want to be with you for life, never leaving your side."

Fu Lingxiao's eyes were bloodshot, silently tightening his arms. He had given her a chance, he wanted to let her go.

But now!

It was she who hugged him first!

It was her who said she liked him!

It was her who said she wouldn't leave!

Then, never leave again. For this lifetime, whether living or dying, stay by his side!d the little girl's snow-smooth cheek and warned, "Don't ever accept his things again, understand"The man was gripping a little too hard, Mu Xing winced and furrowed her brow in pain, "I heard you, li...