Today, the Prescott family was coming to take Nora home.
"When you get back to your mom, don’t throw little tantrums. Be good, okay?" In the room, a ridiculously handsome man was busy packing things up.
"And when you sleep at night, stop kicking the blanket off. At the very least, keep your tummy covered."
"You’re crazy strong, so don’t just pick fights with regular people."
"But also, don’t let anybody bully you."
The beautiful master kept rambling on while his hands moved fast, sorting and stuffing things away without missing a beat.
That bundle was already almost three times Nora’s size, and he was still cramming stuff into it like he wanted to pack her in there too and take her nowhere.
On the table across from him sat a tiny three-and-a-half-year-old dumpling in a goose-yellow duck outfit, cheeks puffed up around a piece of candy.
Nora swung her two short little legs, then with a soft pop pulled the lollipop out of her mouth. She scrunched up her brows and asked, "So... can I fight or not?"
"You figure it out yourself." The beautiful master thought for a second, then just waved it off. "Anyway, if something happens, your martial uncles have your back."
As long as it wasn’t murder, arson, or anything illegal, even in Jingdu, Nora could pretty much walk around sideways if she wanted.
Seeing that her master just kept going and going, Nora pressed both hands on the table and hopped down.
When she landed, the baby fat on her face gave a tiny bounce.
Nora pattered over to the beautiful master and said in her soft little voice, "Master, you can’t bear to let Nora go, right? Then... how about Nora just stays?"
"Oh no, absolutely not!" The beautiful master nearly jumped on the spot when he heard that. He cruelly peeled her little hands off him and said, "My tiny ancestor, I’ve raised you from the time you were a squalling baby until now. It’s been more than three years. Do you even know how I survived these past three years?"
He used to be a cool, dashing, devastatingly charming handsome guy.
Now...
He smelled like baby formula from head to toe.
That one time at a bar, some gorgeous woman caught a whiff of him and immediately slapped him across the face. "You’ve got a wife and kid and you’re still out here flirting? Trash!" He had wanted to cry, but seriously, no tears would come out.
Nora blinked at him, all fuzzy and confused, then shook her head. "Nope! No idea!"
The beautiful master saw she didn’t get it, so he changed tactics. In a solemn voice, he said, "Nora, your master is almost thirty, and I’m still single. Can you really bear to see me all alone in the future, so lonely that when I go, there won’t even be anyone to send me off?"
"Nope, that won’t happen." Nora Harrington blinked her big watery eyes and said it with total certainty.
"Huh?" Her beautiful master didn’t catch on for a second.
"I’ll send you off. I’ll dig the hole." Nora patted her little chest as she made the promise. Afraid he might not believe her, she even lifted her tiny fist and waved it around, showing she was super strong.
With those soft, fair little hands, digging a big pit was obviously no problem at all.
Her beautiful master finally understood what she meant. The corner of his mouth twitched on instinct. "Well... thanks a lot, I guess."
"No need to thank me!" Nora even reached out and patted his shoulder like a real buddy, then copied some random dramatic tone she had clearly picked up somewhere. "Come on, what’s our relationship?"
"Heh!" Her beautiful master was truly too stunned to look straight at her. He could only hope Nora’s mom wouldn’t send someone after him to settle the score later.
The driver sent by the Prescott family had been winding around the mountain road forever before he finally reached the place. The moment he got out of the car, he started grumbling under his breath.
Looking at the middle-of-nowhere wilderness around him, he was already full of complaints about the real Prescott daughter he was here to pick up.
The real Prescott girl had been taken away by an enemy right after she was born three years ago. They had searched and searched, but never found her until now.
He’d heard a Taoist on the mountain had picked her up and raised her in a temple all this time.
Tch. A little girl raised in some backwoods mountain ditch—how could she possibly compare to a pampered Prescott young lady?
Miss Rosie was pretty, could sing, could dance, and at only three years old, she was already a little star everyone knew.
That wild little hill girl wasn’t even worthy of carrying Miss Rosie’s shoes.
Just as he was getting more and more impatient, he suddenly saw a gigantic bundle moving quickly down the slope.
He thought his eyes were playing tricks on him and raised a hand to rub them hard. But when he opened them again, the huge moving bundle had vanished.
Phew... probably just seeing things.