When I learned that my CEO brother was acting like a total simp for the heroine, I hugged my little blanket and slept at the villain's door. As he was about to send me back, he noticed the bruise on my wrist. "Did Julian Sterling abuse you?!" I nodded sleepily. After my brother was dumped by the heroine yet again, he finally remembered he had a little ancestor at home. By then, the villain was already attending my kindergarten parent-teacher meetings for me. My brother's vision went dark: "I only left for a month, I didn't die! Why won't you acknowledge me?" The villain coaxed me with a lollipop: "Be good~ How about changing to a different brother?" 1 When I was three years old, I accidentally had a dream. I learned that my brother was just one of the heroine's simps. He would infinitely lower his bottom line for the heroine. Acting crazy for her, mad for her, banging his head against the wall for her. In the end, he willingly offered his family fortune as the heroine's wedding gift. And he took me to live in a 30-square-meter cheap apartment, listening to the couple next door arguing three times a day. To change this ending. I used my limited IQ to try a series of efforts, including but not limited to crying loudly when the heroine called him late at night saying she was scared alone, trying to keep him. When the heroine had period cramps, I deliberately spit up milk to make him change my clothes. When the heroine had her graduation performance, I learned to sing "Only Brother is Good in the World" to move him... But I forgot. My family has a nanny, but the heroine is an orphan. My brother threw me to the nanny to coax me. Seeing more and more water entering his brain, I solemnly decided to find myself a new brother. So I picked a little brother in the villa area next door. He is the villain, and also my brother's nemesis, who would trip up the heroine's simps. Sinister and cunning. Looking exactly like a dog training master! And he does have a Border Collie. Once my brother bought fruit for the heroine and forgot me at the fruit shop. He happened to be there too. I took an apple from the shelf next to me and handed it to his Border Collie. In return, he had his dog carry me home. I wanted him to punish my brother. Yesterday was my third birthday. The nanny specially put a princess dress on me to wait for my brother to come back. But he went to the movies with the heroine. The nanny coaxed me, saying when Harper Lane becomes my sister-in-law, there will be two people loving me. But I know, she won't be my sister-in-law. The heroine is destined for the male lead! So, I decided to run away from home! Put some pressure on my simp brother. After nightfall, I successfully dodged the nanny who was chatting on the phone in the toilet and crawled out through the dog hole in the wall. I hugged my little blanket and walked barefoot to the villa area next door. Twenty minutes later, I stood at the door of Damien Darke's house. This villa was even bigger than mine, but the lights were dim, looking cold. I took a deep breath, spread the little blanket on the steps in front of the door, and curled up to lie down. Just as I was about to fall asleep, I suddenly heard barking and footsteps from inside the door. The door opened, and a slipper almost stepped on my face. "What the hell?!" Damien's voice stopped abruptly. I rubbed my eyes and sat up, meeting a pair of surprised eyes. Under the moonlight, his tall figure loomed over me, wearing a bathrobe, the collar slightly open, revealing exquisite collarbones. "Why are you here?" Damien frowned and asked. Before I could answer, a black and white shadow darted out from his leg and pounced on me enthusiastically. Dumpling's wet nose sniffed all over my face, tail wagging so hard it was about to fly. "Dumpling!" Damien scolded: "This isn't a kitten, you can't keep it!" Dumpling whimpered aggrievedly but stubbornly put its front paws on my shoulders and started washing my face with its tongue. I giggled, taking the opportunity to scramble up and hug Damien's calf directly: "Brother, hug!" He stiffened all over, like the pause button was pressed. Dumpling seized the opportunity, grabbed my back collar, and dragged me into the house. "Hey! Stupid dog! Stop!" Damien wanted to stop it, but Dumpling had already successfully dragged me into the entryway. I took the chance to let go of my collar and climbed onto Damien using both hands and feet. "Get down," he said coldly. I shook my head and buried my face in his neck: "Ruan Ruan is cold..." 2 Damien's body stiffened further, but he didn't forcefully pull me off. Dumpling spun around excitedly beside us, occasionally nudging my foot with its head, as if saying "Look at me, look at me!" "Does Julian know you're here?" he asked coldly. I pouted, tears coming instantly: "Brother doesn't want Ruan Ruan anymore..." My sleeve slipped down, inadvertently revealing a bruise on my wrist. Damien's eyes changed immediately. He grabbed my wrist: "What happened here?" I shrank my neck timidly: "Ruan Ruan hurts... Brother is angry..." Actually, I bumped it myself when crawling under the table to get a ball. After my brother came back, he threw a fit, blaming the nanny for not watching me properly. The nanny was indeed negligent; she was scrolling through happy short videos. Damien's face was terrifyingly gloomy. "Julian hit you?" I didn't answer, just lowered my head, acting out the grievance vividly. Damien took a deep breath, seeming to suppress his anger. Just then, Dumpling ran over with its food bowl in its mouth, put it in front of me, and looked at Damien expectantly. Damien looked at his dog speechlessly: "It's 2 AM." Dumpling stood stubbornly still. I touched my belly: "Ruan Ruan is hungry." Dumpling immediately picked up a piece of dog food, spat it at our feet, wagging its tail even more happily. Damien rubbed his temples: "I'll go heat some milk for you." He pointed warningly at Dumpling: "Don't hide her in your doghouse." Dumpling tilted its head, an innocent expression of "I don't understand what you're saying." Ten minutes later, Damien returned to the living room with two saucers of milk. Dumpling immediately pricked up its ears, tail beating a cheerful rhythm on the floor. "Sit," he ordered. Dumpling immediately sat up straight, front paws together, like a well-trained soldier. I blinked and followed suit with a "Woof," sitting up straight too. Damien's hand paused in mid-air, milk almost spilling: "What are you doing?" "Table manners," I tilted my head, imitating Dumpling's expectant expression: "At home, Nanny Li teaches me like this." Damien's brows knotted: "She makes you bark like a dog?" I nodded, recalling: "She said this is noble etiquette. Once I didn't bark, she told my brother I ate with my hands." Speaking of this, I suddenly became sad. My brother was very angry that day. At dinner, he deliberately put down his chopsticks and fed me a chicken leg with his hands. He pinched my cheek with his greasy hands: "My Ruan Ruan can eat however she wants." My brother was good to me, but he didn't have time to change the nanny for me. Just because Harper Lane said I had feelings for this nanny, and if I changed to a new one, I would definitely be shy. And later, he got busier and busier, never eating with me again. Damien put the milk in front of me and Dumpling, his face terrifyingly gloomy: "Is that nanny still working at your house?" "Mm." I took a small sip of milk: "Auntie Li also taught me how a pony drinks water. Does brother want to see?" His thumb gently stroked the bruise on my wrist, voice so low it was almost inaudible: "Julian, that bastard..." I finished the milk and looked up tangledly: "Brother, my brother doesn't want me anymore. Can you take me in? I eat very little." In my dream, Damien also had a sister, but she had congenital heart disease from birth and later died young due to negligence. He didn't even have time to spoil her. After that incident, his parents divorced. Coincidentally, my parents also divorced. They had a business marriage. After the divorce, neither wanted the child, each going to find true love. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been left to my brother. 3 Damien's brows knitted into a knot. He looked down at me clinging to his thigh, then at Dumpling spinning excitedly, veins throbbing on his temples. "I'm usually very busy," he rubbed his brow: "No time to take care of a kid." I immediately held up three little fingers: "Ruan Ruan will be very good! Can eat by myself, sleep by myself, play by myself!" As if understanding our conversation, Dumpling suddenly rushed into the living room, dragged its huge dog bed over huffing and puffing to my feet, then barked proudly "Woof," tail wagging like a propeller. Damien looked at it expressionlessly: "She's not a kitten, she can't sleep with you, you'll crush her." Dumpling whimpered unconvinced, nudging my hand with its wet nose, as if saying "I won't." Finally, he sighed deeply: "...If you don't cause trouble, I can reluctantly keep you for a few days." "Thank you brother, thank you Dumpling~" I hugged Dumpling and gave it a big kiss. Dumpling was even more excited than me, running around the house with my small blanket in its mouth, finally frozen in place by Damien's look. "Sleep." Damien picked me up by the back of my collar like carrying a kitten into the guest room. I obediently crawled under the covers, watching him turn off the light and leave. The moment the door closed, the whole room plunged into darkness. The wall clock ticked, tree shadows swayed outside the window, casting ferocious shadows on the wall. I clutched the quilt tightly, finally unable to resist crawling out of bed. At the end of the corridor, a ray of light leaked from under Damien's door. I gently pushed open the door and saw Damien leaning against the headboard reading documents. The bedside lamp cast warm shadows on his chiseled profile. Dumpling discovered me immediately, running over happily wagging its tail. "What now?" he asked without looking up. I twisted the corner of the quilt, whispering: "...Ruan Ruan is afraid of the dark." Damien looked up then, seeing me shivering at the door. His expression softened under the light, but his tone remained stiff: "Afraid of the dark at three years old?" "Auntie Li said if I don't sleep, monsters will catch me at night!" I said in horror. Damien stared at me for a full ten seconds, finally closing the file in defeat: "Come here." My eyes lit up, hugging the quilt and trotting over. Dumpling was faster than me, already jumping on the bed to occupy the best spot. "Not here." Damien pointed to the chaise longue in the corner: "You sleep there." I obediently climbed onto the sofa, wrapping myself into a silkworm baby with the quilt. Dumpling whined in dissatisfaction but still jumped off the bed, lying on the carpet next to me to guard me. Damien turned off the main light, leaving only a night light. Although I wanted to pressure my brother to care about me again. But I didn't expect that I had run away from home for a day, and he still hadn't discovered I was gone! He took Harper Lane on a business trip. Damien sent someone to check. When Auntie Li saw I was gone, her first reaction was not to tell my brother but to run away for fear of responsibility! "Very good." He sneered, looking very much like the big villain in cartoons: "Is the Julian Group negotiating the real estate project in the east of the city recently?" Assistant Chen pushed up his glasses: "Signing tomorrow." "Before twelve tonight, I want to see this project surnamed Darke." Damien threw the broken pen into the trash can: "I'll pay double the breach of contract penalty." I was counting on my fingers how much double was when he suddenly picked me up and put me on the desk. 4 He supported himself on both sides of me, eyes narrowing dangerously: "Kid, does your brother treat you like this usually?" Dumpling barked anxiously at the edge of the table. I took the opportunity to use its paw as a handrail: "Brother is just... busy?" Actually, before he met Harper Lane, he would take me to Disneyland and accompany me on the Ferris wheel. On my second birthday, he even wore a Jojo mascot costume to celebrate my birthday. Damien's expression became even scarier. Three days later, a card suddenly appeared in my small backpack. Damien was tying my pigtails, although his skills weren't great. He said casually: "The profit from the third project Julian lost is in there." "Wow!" I held up the shiny bank card: "How many cheese sticks can this buy?" His hand paused: "...Is that the point?" "Otherwise?" I tilted my head to look at him: "Then... can I afford a Peppa Pig watch?" Damien choked: "At market price, you can buy the cheese stick factory directly and eat for a lifetime!" My mouth opened into an O shape! This is simply a dream come true! Damien is not a big villain! He is Santa Claus! "Hide it well." Damien stuffed the card back into my dinosaur-printed backpack: "This is your..." "Dowry!" I answered quickly, just learned from TV recently: "Then can I buy teething sticks for Dumpling?" The corner of Damien's mouth twitched: "...As you wish." I pounced on him and gave him a big kiss. Damien petrified instantly, not even reacting when I pulled his six-figure tie askew. "Brother Damien is the best!" I hung around his neck swinging: "Better than my real brother!" The tips of his ears turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye. He stiffly pulled me down but reached out to rub the top of my head. I played wildly with Dumpling at home for three days, almost forgetting about kindergarten. Until Damien came home from work and saw the neighbor picking up his son, he realized I had been skipping school for days. He planned to send me to kindergarten. But I didn't want to go. Early in the morning, Damien's voice came from outside the bed. "Ruan Ruan, come out!" I shrank further under the bed. From this angle, I could see his polished leather shoes pacing irritably by the bed, already seventeen round trips. "If you don't come out in three minutes, today's cheese stick is canceled." I covered my mouth. Despicable! Actually threatening a three-year-old with snacks! Dumpling's tail swept across my face. It tilted its head to look at me, its black grape-like eyes written with "Told you hiding here is useless." "Five, four, three..." When I crawled out using both hands and feet, I met Damien's squatting gaze. He wore a black shirt today, collar slightly open, looking very much like the big bad wolf that eats children in cartoons. "Reason." He picked me up by the back collar of my pajamas: "Why not go to kindergarten?" I kicked my legs in mid-air: "...Stomach ache." "Liar." Damien narrowed his eyes: "Yesterday you said you liked the plush bunny in kindergarten the most." I pouted, suddenly my nose soured. That plush bunny named Snowball was cut to pieces by Ms. Li long ago, just because I said it was my only good friend. Damien's expression changed suddenly. He put me on the bed, kneeling on one knee to look me in the eye: "Someone bullied you?" Dumpling took the chance to burrow out, rubbing my palm with its wet nose.
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