Chapter 92: Will You Let Me Take You Home to Raise You?

ped out of the elevator, he was accosted by a woman.Liu Yiyin was wearing a hospital gown. She had been rescued from an abandoned factory and sent to this hospital for observation. Although she wasn't..."Ba'er has been at your place for some time now."

Early spring mornings, the sun rises earlier than in winter. The gray sky gradually turns white. An old man leans on his cane standing by the exquisitely carved wooden railing of the corridor, looking at a large expanse of precious flowers and plants ahead. The branches are just beginning to sprout, full of vitality.

Time flies.

The old butler, seeing the heavy morning dew, walked over with a thin coat and said with a faint smile, "With the birth of twins to the young master at the end of the year, our Jun family will surely be lively."

"Aroong, my mind is clear and my body is still strong. There's no need for this coat," Old Master Jun raised his right hand slightly, signaling for it to be put away. He turned his gaze to the east side, his brows furrowed in thought, mumbling, "There's something..." I can't figure it out.

"The old man didn't understand why the young master had gone to such lengths to marry Qiao Baoer"

The old butler recalled the elderly man's question in the dining room earlier: were they acquainted in the past

"It depends on the situation, Miss Qiao Baor might not remember Young Master Zhimu…" The old butler paused, his face growing a little more serious. "But Young Master Zhimu seems to have remembered her."

"Remember that Oreo cookie from before"

Mr. Jun took slow steps toward the pavilion at the end of the corridor, and asked in a low voice,

The old butler followed behind, hearing the three words "Oreo," his expression froze for a moment, then he nodded in response, “Remember.”

Of course remember...

Oreo, in the Jun family, is a dog's name.

"Grandpa, it wants to eat my cookies."

When he was three years old, their shepherd master brought home a dirty Labrador Retriever from outside. It looked like a stray dog that had been abandoned.

How could the only young master of their family come into contact with such things It's too dirty, too dangerous! The servants at home immediately nervously took the puppy away.

It is mine.

The three-year-old boy's voice was childish and sweet, but his pronunciation was clear and he spoke with great conviction.

A group of servants looked on helplessly as their young master, with a sullen face and short arms, refused to let go of the dirty little dog.

"Do you want to keep it"

Old Master Jun didn't seem to mind the stray puppy very much. He looked at his child and asked softly.

Their young master frowned and thought hard. He looked up and told the old man in a childish voice, "It's been following me all the way, secretly trailing behind me..."

Halfway through, maybe this little puppy, only a month and a half old, was too heavy for him. He placed it on the bright, clean floor.

He crouched down, breaking open a bag of Oreo cookies in his hand and feeding them to it.

This little dog must be really hungry, gnawing frantically.

The little boy gently squeezed the puppy's ears, "Grandpa, I think it might like me." He seemed very happy and proud to tell the old man.

"You thought it liked you, so you took it home. Did you ask it if it liked living here"

Facing his three-year-old grandson, Mr. Jun was quite affectionate and smiled, "You take it home, from now on you will be responsible for it, take good care of it, can you support it"

"I have a lot of snacks," he said, lifting his head proudly.

Master Jun shook his head, purposely lowering his voice, "Dogs can't eat chocolate, and eating too much of these cookies will make it sick."

The child's face went pale, and he spoke again with a nervous tremor, "Then, then is there anything else I can give it It would definitely like mine."

The stray puppy stayed at the end. The maid took it to be bathed and vaccinated. The puppy had white fur and its ears were floppy, looking very cute.

Labrador retrievers are known for their gentle and even-tempered personalities. They aren't dull or overly energetic, are friendly to people, and loyal companions. Seniors appreciate that raising a Labrador can instill responsibility in grandchildren.

Actually, there's another, more important reason for agreeing to keep this puppy: the young master of the Jun family is too lonely.

Most people were not allowed to approach him, though a retinue of servants always followed behind. But the old man suddenly realized that this overprotection was harmful to the child.

I think it might like me.

This kind of simple and direct language from a child makes them understand that perhaps the young master of their family has always longed to connect with others.

The Jun family was unlike ordinary families; even their way of walking had a sense of solemnity and seriousness. The young master, raised in this atmosphere from a young age, diligently carried out his duty of caring for the puppy.

During that time, everyone thought that having this stray puppy at the Jun family was a good thing, as their young master was more lively than before.

But good times don't last.

Their wife came back from abroad a month later, and when she saw Oreo running around the house, her face changed drastically. She was afraid of dogs.

"Dad, where did this stray mutt come from It's so small, what if it goes crazy and bites a child one day!"

Although adults discuss matters out of earshot of children, their young master was sensitive. He could sense that his mother disliked his playmates.

One morning, their mistress found her high heels being chewed on by Oreo as a toy. After discovering this, she scolded him severely and immediately ordered the servants to catch the dog and throw him out.

But that day the maid looked for Oreo for a long time but couldn't find it. It was hidden by their little master.

When Jun's three-year-old child was old enough, he had to start receiving education. Every day a teacher came over to give him lessons, and he locked the child in a spare room in Nanwan.

Perhaps fearing being driven away by its mother, the puppy hoped to wait for grandpa's return and plead for mercy.

But when Lord Jun returned, he was told that his grandson's little dog had died.

It was trapped in the storage room, probably due to its unfamiliarity and hunger. It tried several times to run out, but the main door was locked tight. However, this secluded storage room used to be connected to a rockery, leaving a large gap at the bottom of the wall. The workers had simply blocked it with chicken wire, which rusted over time.

This little dog probably wanted to squeeze through this gap, but unfortunately, its body was pierced by the sharp wire, getting stuck in the middle. It couldn't get out or back in, bleeding profusely. It probably struggled and yelped for a long time before a servant found it, only to discover that it was motionless.

"Grandpa, Oreo said it knows it was wrong and it promises it won't do it again."

The child ran to tell the elderly person about the dog biting her mother's high heels that morning as soon as she finished school at four in the afternoon.

Master Jun's face was grave; he said nothing, only nodded at the child.

The child, overjoyed, ran to the door of Nan Wan's house and flung it open. Inside, a milky-white Labrador retriever was huddled in the corner. "Are you sick"

He felt his little companion was a bit timid today. He gently patted its fluffy head, hugged it with his small arms, and led it all the way back to the Jun family's main house dining room. He brought his own dinner down and placed it in front of it.

"Eat quickly," he crouched beside it, his bright eyes fixed on it.

But the little dog seemed a bit shy, wagging its tail and walking to the corner of the wall to huddle there, ignoring him.

Onlooker Old Master Jun watched with a hesitant expression, but seeing the child patiently approach the dog, he heard, “Oreo, are you angry with me Don’t be angry, I will treat you well from now on…” The naive voice of the child warmed his heart.

However, after three days, the child no longer sought out his playmates.

"Zhi Mu, the teacher said you haven't been paying attention in class these days, is something wrong"

Around five o'clock in the afternoon, Old Master Jun came to the back garden of Nan Wan and found the child. He was huddled under a rockery, his head bowed low, his expression gloomy.

"Grandpa, I'm not happy."

A child's innocent voice, speaking softly.

The old man's face was frozen in an expression of bewilderment, he crouched down and coaxed softly, "If something is bothering you, tell Grandpa."

He raised his head, his clear big eyes looking at the old man, and said a little nervously, "Grandpa, where did you hide my Oreo cookies I can't find them. I've been looking for them for ages but still can't!"

For a moment, the old man didn't know what to say. His words caught in his throat.

The child emerged from the rockery, nervously shaking the old man's arm and pleading in a childish voice, "Grandpa, does Mother dislike it Did Mother chase it away Please go tell Mother, I'll teach it, it will be well-behaved… Grandpa, please ask Mother to give Oreo back to me"

Their young master rarely acted spoiled. The butler stood beside him, his eyes welling up with tears.

And at that moment, a little dog ran over happily, "Master, look! Oreo has come to play with you..." The butler forced a smile and soothed him softly.

The child didn't even glance at the small dog beside them. Holding onto the elder's arm with a tense grip, their little hand trembled slightly. Their childish voice, laced with grievance, retorted, "It's not."

The butler's face was filled with astonishment.

"It died, and I had it buried." Old Master Jun remained silent for a long time before finally speaking in a low voice.

It's too much for a three-year-old to understand the word 'death', but Jun's child must be precocious, lacking the innocence of childhood. They have to learn to accept and bear the responsibility.

His pupils were dark and bright, his handsome and fair face showed a hint of confusion, and he asked childishly, "Won't it come back"

"If someone is dead, they won't be coming back."

"How could he have died"

It wanted to escape, but it got stuck in the gap of the wire mesh. Or perhaps lies shouldn't be told to children from the beginning, because they are very sensitive and will know that the substitute isn't real.

That day, Old Master Jun accompanied the child to watch the sun slowly setting. When only the last rays of sunshine remained, the old man led the child's hand back to the main house.

"Grandpa, I shouldn't have brought Oreo home. He might not really like me..."

That day, the child's whispered words remained in Old Master Jun and the butler's hearts forever.

"After that, our Jun family never raised any more pets," the old butler said with a hint of regret in his voice, looking down at Master Jun in the pavilion. "Young Master Zhimu's cold temperament became even worse afterwards, and he disliked getting close to people even more..."

So, Qiao Bao'er...

This is really strange.

"Send someone to find out how they first met."

"Six years ago, the city started investigating..."

His grandson was no longer the naive child he used to be. He would certainly take action immediately if he wanted something, so why drag it out and wait until six years later to painstakingly snatch someone from Yi Si Chen's graspother eye of the crocodile again.And just as that, the crocodile lifted its bloody jaws high. Samba's left hand slipped and he was flung away. Wounded in both eyes, the crocodile began to frantically...