Chapter 2: Uncle? Pfft! Human Trafficker!
Nan Yuanman, holding the small stool in her hands, had her black-and-white eyes light up instantly, her dusty little face full of excitement.
Business is here!
She hurriedly put down the small stool and ran toward the doorway with her short legs pattering. Just as she was about to open the door, she saw her own pitch-black little hands.
Perfection paused, remembering that Grandpa always made himself very clean when receiving customers. She was so dirty like this; she probably couldn’t leave a good impression on the customers.
No, she had to go wash up.
She turned around and quickly ran into her own little room, rummaging through the small wardrobe Grandpa had made for her and pulling out the red padded jacket she only wore during New Year. She struggled to change out of her dusty clothes.
After changing clothes, Nan Yuanman turned her head to look at the paper figure placed in the corner of the room, with two little braids and makeup on its face. Her gaze slowly fell on the paper figure’s rosy cheeks.
She blinked her eyes and walked toward the paper figure, wiped her hand on its face, then slapped her own face hard with the same hand…
At that moment, outside the door.
Seeing that no one had come after knocking for a long time, Zheng Feiyu chuckled and spoke to comfort the irritated Jiang Lixuan: “Maybe my voice was too soft earlier and she didn’t hear. I’ll knock again.”
Jiang Lixuan hummed in response. Zheng Feiyu knocked harder: “Is anyone there? Grandpa Nan, are you home?”
After waiting another three minutes, the tightly shut door still wasn’t opened by anyone.
It was the first time Jiang Lixuan had ever waited for someone. He irritably tsked and turned to leave: “Forget it. I’ve come anyway. If the Old Master asks, I can explain…”
Before he could finish speaking, the phone in his pocket rang.
Jiang Lixuan took out his mobile phone and looked at it. When he saw who was calling, his irritated brows instantly smoothed out, his eyes overflowing with tenderness. He answered the phone and said softly: “Xin Xin, why did you suddenly call Uncle?”
Hearing Jiang Lixuan’s syrupy tone, Zheng Feiyu knew who was calling him: the Jiang family’s little princess—Jiang Xinxin.
The daughter of the Jiang family’s daughter Jiang Yueyao.
Zheng Feiyu blinked. He seemed to remember that the Jiang family had two daughters, right? Besides Jiang Yueyao, what was the name of the other daughter?
While Zheng Feiyu was lost in thought, Jiang Lixuan walked aside to answer the phone. The little girl on the other end asked in her childish voice: “Uncle, did you pick up Sister? How is Sister? Is she fierce?”
She paused, then asked softly: “Uncle, if there are other little sisters at home, will you still love me?”
Jiang Lixuan’s heart melted as he listened, and he said tenderly: “I love you. Uncle loves Xin Xin the most.”
“Xin Xin, where’s your mother?”
There was a burst of noise from the phone, as if someone had taken it over. A gentle voice came through: “Little brother, have you seen Sister Wenyin? How is she doing?”
Her voice paused, her words carrying some guilt: “Little brother, if you see Wenyin, don’t quarrel with her no matter what. About what happened back then… she didn’t mean it. She was also aggrieved.”
“So much time has passed. I’ve long forgiven her. Dad and Mom miss her too. Bring her back soon.”
Listening to Jiang Yueyao’s words, Jiang Lixuan irritably pinched the bridge of his nose and said: “What does she have to be aggrieved about! Back then, if she hadn’t been so willful, would you have gotten hurt?”
“So many years have passed, and she still hasn’t learned her lesson. She’s still so selfish, abandoning her daughter in this godforsaken place while she goes off to live carefree. She’s really… incorrigible!”
As for what Aunt Zheng said about the child born in a coffin, Jiang Lixuan didn’t believe a word of it.
When Bai Wenyin left the Jiang family back then, she was strong as an ox and even smashed Yao Yao’s head with a porcelain vase. He didn’t believe she died giving birth to a child.
He would rather believe she gave birth and then ran off to live carefree herself.
After all, she had form!
On the other end of the phone, Jiang Yueyao raised her brows slightly. She hadn’t seen Bai Wenyin? Just as she was about to probe more, a short sharp scream suddenly came from the other side.
Startled, Jiang Lixuan quickly turned his head and saw that the tightly shut dilapidated courtyard gate had been opened at some point.
At the courtyard entrance stood a little doll dressed in red, with messy sheep-horn braids, a deathly pale face, but two big patches of bright red on her cheekbones, looking particularly weird.
Zheng Feiyu suddenly locked eyes with Perfection and was so scared his soul flew out of his body, his expression extremely terrified.
Jiang Lixuan almost screamed too, his hand trembling so much that he directly hung up the phone.
Perfection blinked her big, clear black-and-white watery eyes and tried to smile, pulling out her ever-present small coffin: “Are you two big brothers here to order a coffin—oh no, a casket?”
The little girl in red clothes smiled at you eerily and pulled out a coffin from behind.
The scene was as weird as it could be.
Zheng Feiyu tried hard to suppress the urge to turn and run, staring at her in disbelief as he looked her up and down, his voice shaking as he shouted: “Per—Perfection?”
Nan Yuanman nodded: “Yeah!”
Seeing her nod, Zheng Feiyu’s weakened legs regained a bit of strength. His expression was indescribable: “Why are you dressed like this?”
He had thought he saw a ghost!
Jiang Lixuan also came back to his senses. Seeing Nan Yuanman like this, his earlier panic instantly turned into humiliated anger. He gnashed his teeth: “Nan—Yuan—Man!”
Jiang Lixuan raised his voice and strode forward angrily, knocking the small coffin out of her hands to the ground: “Did your mother teach you to dress like this to scare me! A leopard can’t change its spots. She’s still as vicious as ever! And what’s this unlucky thing you’re holding! Throw it away right now!”
“My little casket!” Nan Yuanman cried out and instinctively pounced toward the small coffin on the ground.
This small coffin was carved for her with great care and effort by Grandpa!
It would be buried with her in the future!
Jiang Lixuan roughly grabbed the back of Perfection’s collar and lifted her into the air: “What casket! That’s just an unlucky thing! What are you holding it for!”
He said with a stern face: “Also, listen up. I’m your little uncle. I’m here today to take you back to the Jiang family.”
“Go wash that mess off your face right now! Don’t scare the family when we get back later!”
Nan Yuanman was almost strangled by him. Sticking out her tongue and twisting her little body, she scratched his hand hard.
Jiang Lixuan winced in pain and instinctively let go of the collar.
Nan Yuanman fell to the ground and rolled once. Her originally clean clothes were instantly covered in dust. She hugged the small coffin on the ground to her chest and turned to glare vigilantly at Jiang Lixuan: “Don’t talk nonsense! I don’t have an uncle! I only have Grandpa!”
“You’re a human trafficker from who knows where! Get lost! Or I’ll call Grandpa out to beat you!”
“Human trafficker?” Jiang Lixuan laughed angrily: “Have you ever seen a human trafficker as handsome as me?”
“I’ve seen one.” Nan Yuanman pointed at him: “Aren’t you it?”
Jiang Lixuan choked, unable to go up or down. He wasn’t good with words anyway. With a gloomy face, he stepped forward to grab her: “Believe it or not, I’m your uncle, and you’re coming home with me today!”
Nan Yuanman turned her short legs and ran: “I’m not going with you!”
Her small body was nimble and quick-witted, circling around Zheng Feiyu. Jiang Lixuan couldn’t catch her for the moment.
Seeing Jiang Lixuan’s face growing darker and uglier, Zheng Feiyu hurriedly blocked Perfection behind him and said to Jiang Lixuan good-naturedly: “Brother Xuan, calm down. This is all very sudden for Perfection.”
“How about we call it a day? Let Perfection take some time. Tomorrow, I’ll have my aunt come over and discuss Perfection’s situation with Grandpa Nan?”
Nan Yuanman clutched Zheng Feiyu’s pant leg, hiding her whole body behind his leg, only peeking out one eye to stare warily at Jiang Lixuan.
This was beyond Jiang Lixuan’s expectations. He had thought the Jiang family coming to pick her up would make Bai Wenyin and her daughter grateful and follow him back.
But now…
Jiang Lixuan irritably pinched his brows, pointed at Nan Yuanman with a gloomy face, and said: “Fine, I’ll give you tonight to think about it. If you don’t come back to the Jiang family with me tomorrow, then don’t come back.”
“From now on, the Jiang family will pretend you never existed!”
After throwing down the harsh words, Jiang Lixuan turned and left with a cold face.
Nan Yuanman stuck her tongue out at his back, then met Zheng Feiyu’s helpless gaze. He squatted in front of her and said mildly: “Brother Xuan has a quick temper like that. Don’t blame him.”
Nan Yuanman asked puzzled: “Quick temper? Grandpa usually calls people like him uncouth.”
Zheng Feiyu was choked by her words.
He turned to look at the rundown yard littered with wood shavings, then asked her: “Where’s Grandpa Nan?”
Nan Yuanman: “Sleeping.”
All that noise and he still didn’t wake up. The Old Master sure had great sleep quality.
Zheng Feiyu couldn’t help sighing inwardly. He said earnestly: “When your grandpa wakes up, have him come to the Zheng family. Perfection, going back to the Jiang family will be good for you.”
The Jiang family was the richest in S City. If Perfection went back to the Jiang family, at least she wouldn’t go hungry.
Nan Yuanman nodded as if she understood. Finally, she said: “Big brother, you’re a good person.”
She looked at the black bad luck gathering between Zheng Feiyu’s brows, frowned, and said: “Big brother, if you don’t want to die, leave tonight.”
