Chapter 914: Chapter 894: I’ll Have Grandpa Shoot You!
Jiayi was taken aback. This Gan Xinxin was increasingly unrestrained, treating herself as Zaizai’s future wife.
Perhaps because they were going to meet the mysterious cousin they’d never seen before, the two Little Baozis were a bit excited, particularly well-behaved today, and finished breakfast quickly, not dawdling as usual.
After breakfast, Jiayi drove the Mini, taking Zaizai and Gan Xinxin away from Disheng.
On the way, they first went to the mall and supermarket to buy some toys and snacks kids like.
This wasn’t something to worry about; just let the two little ones pick, and within ten minutes, they had filled the shopping cart.
Little Doubao was about the same age as the two of them, so their preferences should be similar.
After buying the items, Jiayi drove to the hotel.
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Hotel.
Long-term suite floor.
The assistant, seeing one adult and two kids arriving, was surprised: "Miss Chu, why have you come?"
"Well, where’s Little Doubao? I brought Zaizai and Xinxin to play with him."
The assistant hesitated for a moment: "I’m sorry, madam instructed that if she doesn’t agree, Little Doubao shouldn’t meet anyone casually."
Jiayi followed his gaze toward the room where Little Doubao stayed, her breath catching slightly, her tone growing colder: "You don’t let him see anyone? So these days, is Little Doubao just kept locked in his room? Are you treating the child as the Huo Family’s grandson or as a prisoner under house arrest?"
Zaizai, fearing things weren’t dramatic enough, also shouted along with Jiayi: "I want to see my cousin."
The assistant was helpless. Although Jiayi was no longer the young madam, she lived in Disheng, and the young master cherished her like a treasure. With the little young master present too, he didn’t dare offend her too much: "Madam said Little Doubao has autism and doesn’t like seeing strangers, afraid something might happen, so they prevent him from meeting people. Mr. Huo agreed with this..."
Jiayi didn’t bother arguing: "We’ve already come, there shouldn’t be a problem with Zaizai meeting his cousin, right?"
"Miss Chu, please don’t make things difficult for us, okay?"
Just then, the suite door opened, and Su Yan’s footsteps and a faint sarcastic laugh drifted in: "Some people just aren’t aware of themselves, always unclear about their current status, thinking they’re important."
The assistant, seeing madam stirred, quickly said, "Madam, Miss Chu wants to bring the little young master to see Little Doubao..."
"I heard, I’m not deaf." Su Yan replied coldly.
Jiayi pretended not to hear her taunt: "Then you should have also heard, Zaizai and Little Doubao are cousins, and it’s normal for them to meet and get acquainted. Moreover, I promised Little Doubao last time that I’d bring Zaizai to see him, and I don’t want to break my word to a child."
Su Yan slowly approached, whispering beside Jiayi’s ear with a smirk: "Don’t think I don’t know what you’re plotting. Seeing me have Little Doubao and not having to leave the group, are you unhappy? Do you want to rope in Little Doubao? Trying to incite him away from me, right? I’m telling you, I have custody of Little Doubao, and he’ll only listen to me."
Jiayi chuckled, looking sympathetically at Su Yan: "Don’t think everyone is as complicated as you. I don’t need to rope in Little Doubao, and he won’t like you. Do you really think Little Doubao knows nothing and will be manipulated by you? He is very clear that you’re not sincere at all."
Su Yan replied coldly: "I may not control him, but I can decide whether you can see him or not. I’ll have you kicked out right now, or I’ll call security!"
Before she could finish speaking, a childish voice cut in: "What if I don’t leave!"
Zaizai looked at Su Yan with a serious face.
Little Baozi was angry, and the consequences were serious.
Gan Xinxin, seeing a fierce woman yelling at Brother Ting’s mommy, wasn’t happy either. Hearing Brother Ting speak, she chimed in: "Bad aunt! My grandpa has many adjutants and guards. I’ll tell my grandpa to shoot you!"
Jiayi held her forehead. Gan Xinxin was originally a quiet young lady, but after staying at Disheng for a few days, she was led astray by Zaizai. She still didn’t know how to explain this to the Gan Family.
Su Yan’s face turned ashen. Unable to vent her anger on Zaizai, the Huo Family’s little young master, she softened her tone: "Your cousin isn’t in good health, Zaizai. Go back with your mommy."
"No, I want to see my cousin. Mommy said my cousin isn’t sick at all. Even if he is, visiting him will make him better faster! If you don’t let me see my cousin, I’ll go to Grandpa, and Grandpa will definitely let me see him!"
This little kid, once he meets Huo Tianpei, who knows what trouble he’ll stir up. Better to avoid more issues than necessary. Su Yan finally swallowed her pride and coldly instructed the assistant: "Let them see Little Doubao, but no more than an hour!"
"Yes, madam." The assistant went to open the door.
Zaizai and Gan Xinxin cheered, pulling Jiayi into the next room.
Inside the suite, a small figure was sitting on the carpet by the floor-to-ceiling window, quietly drawing on a sketchpad.
He looked very lonely.
The room Su Yan arranged for Little Doubao was spacious, filled with expensive toys, clearly not lacking materially.
Yet, in the luxurious room, there wasn’t a hint of warmth.
Little Doubao seemed not to hear anyone come in, or maybe he just didn’t care, continuing to draw quietly.
On the paper, there was a small wooden house with its door tightly closed. A little boy stood at the door, next to a bare tree.
After Zaizai was born, in order to educate Little Baozi, like many young parents, Jiayi read many parenting magazines and learned a lot about child psychology, understanding the meaning behind the drawing.
The wooden house represents the heart, and the closed door indicates the artist’s mind is closed off.
The tree represents hope and future. This tree is bare, symbolizing confusion about the future and uncertainty.
The solitary child represents the artist.
The entire drawing exudes profound unhappiness, revealing a lonely heart from the artist.
Little Doubao, only six years old, it’s unclear what he has been through.
Jiayi felt a pang of sadness.
"Mommy, is that my cousin?" Zaizai asked softly.
"Yes," Jiayi nodded, calling gently: "Little Doubao, do you remember me? We met once before, and I promised to bring your cousin to see you."
Little Doubao didn’t respond.
Zaizai knew, as mommy said, that his cousin was very shy. He walked over and tilted his head: "Cousin, I’m Zaizai. You’re called Little Doubao? Why not Little Steamed Bun?"
Little Doubao: "..."
"Is drawing fun? It seems boring. How about we play with toys, Dou Shabao cousin?"
Having his name changed, Little Doubao: "..."
Zaizai tried being cute for a while but got no response, looking towards mommy.
The world of autistic children is very closed off, and outsiders can’t easily enter it. Last time he accepted the chocolates, it was already very exceptional.
Jiayi gave the two little ones a meaningful look.
The three of them accompanied Little Doubao, sitting quietly on the carpet, watching him draw.
