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.

"Uncle, are you looking for me?"

A soft, milky little voice suddenly rang out right in front of him.

The driver snapped back to himself at the sound and lowered his head. Then he saw that the bundle had somehow already moved right up to him.

And this thing could actually talk? Seriously?!

"Ahhh—there’s a monster!" the driver yelped, stumbling backward several steps on the spot.

Right then, the huge bundle in front of him suddenly twitched.

"Owwie!" A soft, sugary little cry came from underneath it.

Then a chubby little hand poked out. A second one followed right after.

The two tiny hands scrambled hard, pushing and digging their way out, and after a whole lot of effort, they finally lifted a small gap in the oversized bundle pressing down on the head beneath it.

A fair, squishy little face popped into view.

The little girl had two tiny pigtails tied up on her head. Her big round eyes were dark and glossy, like black grapes rinsed in water, blinking as she stared straight at the driver. Her little mouth was slightly open, and there was still a sticky smudge of candy on her soft cheek from whatever she’d been eating earlier.

She was wearing a light yellow duck romper, but on her back was a giant gray bundle several times bigger than her whole body. The contrast was so wild the driver just froze, completely dumbfounded.

"Uncle, keep it down a little~" Nora Harrington raised one plump finger in a serious little "shh" gesture and whispered, "If you wake up Pangya, it bites people, okay~"

The driver stood there with his jaw basically on the floor, staring at this tiny milk-sweet baby who had just popped out from under that massive bundle like some lucky doll come to life. For a long while, he couldn’t get a single word out.

In the middle of this deserted mountain area... how could there be a kid this cute?

No, wait.

She had to be some kind of spirit in disguise!!!

Seeing him just stand there like he’d crashed, Nora thought for a second, then casually tossed the big bundle aside and trotted toward him on her short little legs, da-da-da.

When she reached him, she stood on tiptoe and stretched up with her soft chubby hand, lightly patting his head twice. In her sweet baby voice, she comforted him, "There, there. Pat your head, and don’t be scared. It’s okay, it’s okay."

The driver blanked out for a second. Then he snapped back to himself and hurriedly dodged backward, pointing at her with a trembling finger. His mouth opened and closed. "Y-you... this... th-this..."

Nora suddenly remembered that her handsome master had told her to behave, so she quickly shuffled back one tiny step. She straightened her little body, puffed up her round cheeks, and put on the most serious expression her baby face could manage.

"Hello, Uncle," she said in that soft, milky voice. "My name is Nora. I’m three and a half years old. I’m Handsome Master’s little disciple, and I’m the kid you came to take home."

The driver’s eyes nearly popped out of his head.

So this was the real Prescott heiress who had grown up in the mountains?

The words Miss Fan and Miss Rosie had said to him suddenly flashed through his mind. His expression changed on the spot. He was just about to follow the "plan" and teach this "uncivilized little wild girl" a lesson—

When suddenly, a tiny hand stretched out in front of him.

Resting in her palm was a lollipop wrapped in bright, colorful candy paper.

Nora tilted up her little face, eyes sparkling. "Uncle, Nora’s candy is for you."

The driver stared at the candy, then at Nora’s big, clear eyes. The tiny bit of meanness that had just popped into his head vanished on the spot.

She was so little, so soft, so ridiculously cute. What could a kid like this even know? She was only three. His heart went mushy in an instant, and there was no way he could bring himself to act harsh with her now.

He cleared his throat, trying hard to make his voice sound gentler. He even forced an awkward smile onto his face. "Th-thank you, Nora."

He paused, then added, "Let’s... let’s get in the car, okay?"

"Okay!" Nora nodded her little head hard, then turned and ran off to grab that huge bag.

The driver suddenly felt kind of guilty, so he hurried after her to help. "Nora, let me do it. I’ve got it, I’ll carry it..."

Except he couldn’t lift it at all.

The driver refused to believe it. This time, he braced himself and used every bit of strength he had, practically going all out, but the big bag still didn’t budge an inch.

His face instantly turned awkward. He lowered his head and glanced at little Nora beside him. "Uh... this..."