Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

The autumn breeze was getting stronger, with a chill creeping in. Beijing was also welcoming the peak season for autumn travel. The airport was bustling with people, and many tour guides were holding signs and calling out.

Jiang Chengsi, wearing sunglasses, had been waiting at the exit with Si Qingxiao for quite some time, arms crossed, looking anxious and a bit impatient.

Jiang Jinsang and Tang Wan were on the same flight back as Si Yushan and the others, providing some company.

”Their plane just landed, they still need to get their luggage, what’s the rush?” Si Qingxiao glanced at her watch.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, Jiang Jinsang was the first to be seen.

Someone of his height stood out among a crowd of average people, wearing simple white clothes and black pants, sunglasses on, with naturally fair skin that was hard to overlook.

He was pushing a luggage cart, and their Little Tuanzi, wearing a pink hat, was sitting on it, waving continuously at Jiang Chengsi, ”Daddy—”

Tang Wan lifted her off the luggage cart, advising her not to run in the crowd.

The little girl still trotted on her small legs, flying toward Jiang Chengsi.

”Slow down,” Jiang Jinsang and others all advised.

At that moment, Little Tuanzi probably only had eyes for Jiang Chengsi. He bent down and easily scooped up his daughter, ”Did you miss Daddy?”

”I did. Did you miss me?”

”Yes.”

The intimacy between father and daughter was naturally irreplaceable by the uncle’s few days of companionship.

Jiang Jinsang shook his head helplessly:

The little one had clung to him in Nanjiang, but in Beijing, it seemed that her eyes could see no one but her father.

Just like that little girl from the Huo family, who always played hard to get, but couldn’t peel her eyes away when Huo Qinqi returned.

From childhood to adulthood, their meetings had been few, but inexplicably, the little girl just wanted to stick to him.

When Huo Qinqi cooked, she almost brought a small stool to wait by the door.

Indeed...

Daughters are the ones who are the most affectionate when they are your own.

”Uncle and Aunt are having dinner, Daddy said we’re having a feast,” the little girl clung to Jiang Chengsi’s neck and refused to let go, obviously more attached to her father than to Si Qingxiao.

”Let’s all eat together,” Si Yushan suggested.

”No, I arranged with Mutang to pick him up. We haven’t seen the child in a long time, I miss him,” said Jiang Jinsang. The two families were very familiar with each other, so there was no need for too much politeness. Since Jiang Jinsang and Tang Wan were eager to see the child, the Si family didn’t insist.

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At the parking lot, the two families went their separate ways.

Jiang Chengsi inquired about what his daughter had played with in Nanjiang. The little girl spoke vaguely and without logic, jumping from one thing to another, but as her father, he found everything she said adorable.

”In Nanjiang, there was a mishap. I asked Yan Uncle’s son to take her to play, but then he said she got lost, the child got taken by a trafficker,” Si Yushan laughed.

”What happened?” Jiang Chengsi asked. ”She got lost?”

”This is how it went...” Si Yushan briefly explained the incident. ”Yan Uncle’s kid seemed to be quite scared by it. Being young, he didn’t want to play with her after that.”

”But that kid is quite clever, knowing to find someone. Some kids might get scared and cry,” Si Qingxiao said with a smile.

”Maybe it’s left him with an emotional scar.”

...

Jiang Chengsi then asked his daughter, ”Do you think Yan family’s brother treats you well?”

”Yes, he bought me soda and gave me lots of things.”

Even though he didn’t play with her, before she left, he gave her a snack gift bag, making Little Tuanzi even more puzzled by this difficult-to-understand brother.

”Don’t you think the generational hierarchy is weird? I call Mr. Yan ’Uncle,’ but my daughter calls his son ’brother’? By rights, he should be ’Uncle’ too,” Si Qingxiao frowned.

”Kids, we can correct them later,” Si Yushan laughed.

Jiang Chengsi frowned, counting carefully, that kid was indeed on the same generational level as him, logically, he should call him ’big brother.’

Oh, this is frustrating. There’s a younger brother in the Huo family in Beijing, and another younger brother in Nanjiang, is my generational level really this low?

Why are there so many younger brothers!

Meanwhile, Jiang Jinsang had Jiang Cuo and Jiang Jiu waiting in the parking lot earlier.