A week ago, at the Ji Family.
"Nuonuo Xiaobao, your Brother Dabao..."
Halfway through Le Tong’s sentence, Nuonuo, who was drinking milk, started coughing violently, as if the milk had badly choked her!
Little Treasure glanced at her sideways, speaking irritably, "So useless!"
Complaining verbally, but his hand reached over, gently stroking her back to ease her breathing.
Le Tong looked at her daughter probing for several seconds before saying, "Your Brother Dabao is returning next Saturday. That day, Daddy and I happen to be away on a business trip. Can the two of you go pick up your brother, okay?"
Nuonuo silently continued drinking her milk without a word. Little Treasure raised his hand, committing to the task.
"Alright, we’ll go pick him up."
A week flew by in the blink of an eye. Early this morning, before heading out, Little Treasure repeatedly instructed, "Sister, after lunch, let Uncle Huang take you to the airport. I’ll et you there at two o’clock."
Little Treasure had arranged to hang out with high school friends. When he arrived at the airport at two o’clock, he only saw Uncle Huang and not Nuonuo.
He asked Uncle Huang, who replied that your sister got off midway, saying she was going shopping with her friends. Uncle Huang even comnted, "Aren’t you going to pick up your Brother Dabao?"
"When can’t I see my brother? Anyway, I’ll see him at ho tonight!"
Uncle Huang repeated Nuonuo’s words verbatim to Little Treasure, who imdiately beca furious and called Nuonuo, only to find her phone was off.
Of course, these things Little Treasure dared not tell their brother, though he suspected that his sister wasn’t really shopping but was still upset and had turned back ho.
Although he was also angry with his brother, he couldn’t bring himself to directly relay his sister’s words to him.
Now seeing his brother staring at his sister with such a grave expression, Little Treasure felt even more justified in concealing the situation.
"Ji Sihan, did you sleep so much you’ve gone muddle-headed? Your brother’s back, didn’t you see?"
Little Treasure glared at the unmoving figure at the fridge, crudely threw Dabao’s backpack onto the ground, kicked off his shoes, and walked barefoot into the living room.
The girl in front of the fridge finally turned around at Little Treasure’s shout, brushed her ssy hair aside with her hands, and her indifferent gaze passed over Dabao’s face.
"Brother Dabao, welco back."
The tone, how could it carry a hint of welco? Clearly filled with disdain!
Dabao sighed lightly in his heart but smiled as he approached her, spreading his arms to tightly embrace the person he hadn’t seen or touched for three years.
"Nuonuo, I’m back!" he gently murmured.
He lifted his hand to caress her chin, his fingers feeling an even smoother sensation than he rembered, like warm, soft satin that his fingertips lingered upon.
He raised her face slightly, his fingers trailing along her chin up to her face and eyebrows, "Why won’t you look at , huh?"
Three years not only strengthened Dabao’s physique, but also endowed his voice with the deep resonance characteristic of a mature man.
Nuonuo pursed her lips and lowered her eyes, stubbornly turning her face away like a little lion refusing to acknowledge him.
His fingers swept over her long and thick lashes, and in a tone blending indulgence with a trace of pity, he gently asked, "Still angry with brother?"
After asking, he couldn’t hold back anymore, bending down to kiss her forehead.
At the mont his lips touched her forehead, he distinctly felt the person in his arms shiver slightly, and then a hand quickly and decisively pinched him hard.
Dabao almost cried out from the pain, but inside, he was pleased!
Even though amidst his pleasure lay too much bitterness and helplessness that only he knew.
"You’ve grown up, your temper’s grown too!"
Dabao reluctantly pushed her away from his embrace, his intense gaze fixed on her face.
If three years ago, Nuonuo was a very pretty little girl, now she was in that stage of ripe yet unripe beauty, capable of instantly attracting every gaze wherever she went.
Her features were already fine, now fully developed, creating a beauty that struck Dabao as breathtaking.
Three years had sculpted her into a rare jade that, with just a glance, could make hearts flutter and blood boil.
Whether it was the pinch which slightly eased her anger, or feeling unsatisfied upon hearing Dabao’s comnt about her temper, she lightly raised her eyebrows, causing her thick lashes to flutter twice before finally lifting her eyes to look at him directly.
Her bright black eyes looked straight at him, the slightly raised brows and uplifted corners of her eyes conveyed a charm and allure unfamiliar to Dabao.
"How dare I have any temper? If I make Brother Dabao angry and he leaves again, I wouldn’t be able to bear it."
The little girl’s voice had completely shed its childishness. Previously, there was always a lazy intonation that sounded endearingly childish, but now her voice was entirely like a young lady’s, crisp and clean like a clear stream flowing through the mountains.
How could Dabao not detect the disdain and resentnt in her tone?
He raised his hand to pinch her cheek, then put his arm around her shoulder. Nuonuo initially struggled slightly, but eventually, realizing her struggle was futile, she obediently let him lead her to the sofa to sit down.
Little Treasure took out two cans of drinks from the fridge, tossed one to Dabao, stood leaning against the fridge with his long arms and legs for a few seconds, scrutinizing their faces before turning to head to his own bedroom.
"Brother, I’m going to take a shower and then catch up on sleep. You and Sister enjoy your chat!"
Dabao answered, "Go ahead, I’ll call you for dinner."
Little Treasure waved his hand at his brother and sister behind him as he walked, then slipped into his bedroom.
After sitting down, Dabao habitually wrapped his arm around Nuonuo’s waist, trying to pull her onto his lap.
Nuonuo’s body stiffened noticeably, then she pried his hand off her waist, tucked her feet onto the sofa, scooted her bottom, and nestled into the corner of the sofa.
Despite being ntally prepared for Nuonuo’s resistance, facing it directly was still hard for Dabao.
"What’s wrong, grown up now and not clingy with brother?" Dabao smiled and reached out to touch her face again.
Nuonuo gazed at him blankly for a long ti before finally speaking in a cold voice.
"Isn’t that what you wanted?"
Three years ago, Nuonuo’s cries couldn’t persuade her beloved Brother Dabao to stay.
After crying, she could only console herself that during vacations she could visit her brother, or that he might co visit them.
But when she finally weathered through to the holidays, telling Daddy and Mommy she wanted to visit brother, Mommy rather reluctantly said, "Your Brother Dabao is very busy with his studies, maybe we shouldn’t disturb him."
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