Almighty Sweet Queen is Really Rich!

Feng Ciye saw that small bundle lunging toward him and instinctively reached out to catch him steadily.

”Why did you suddenly come looking for me?” Feng Ciye set Tuanzi down and only let go after he was sure the boy was standing firmly on his feet.

Tuanzi was sobbing his heart out, tears streaming nonstop down his soft cheeks and soaking his little face.

Feng Ciye took a light blue handkerchief from his pants pocket, bent slightly, and helped Tuanzi wipe his tears.

The driver had already run after them and said between gasps, ”Is this your kid?”

Feng Ciye nodded, stuffed the handkerchief into Tuanzi’s hand, and with his long left hand pulled a black phone from his left pocket, apologizing, ”My nephew didn’t bring money for the ride. I’ll scan your WeChat and pay you.”

After he scanned and paid, the driver uncle finally left satisfied.

Feng Ciye held Tuanzi’s hand as they walked toward his home in Jiang City, and out of the corner of his eye he saw that Tuanzi had been sniffling all the way, looking utterly heartbroken.

As soon as they got home, Feng Ciye headed straight for the kitchen, took a bottle of chilled yogurt drink, peeled off the square lid on top, and pushed it in front of Tuanzi:

”What’s wrong?”

Tuanzi sucked on the yogurt drink, his round eyes taking in Feng Ciye’s home as he sniffled and said, half to himself, ”Uncle King’s place really is the same, there’s no housekeeper either.”

Feng Ciye smiled. ”I’m used to living alone.”

So he didn’t hire any live-in help, just had a cleaning lady come once a week.

Tuanzi held the yogurt drink and kept sipping, and Feng Ciye didn’t rush him, just sat quietly to the side.

When he’d drunk about half of the delicious yogurt drink, Tuanzi finally stopped. There was still a white ring of milk on his lips, and with his head lowered he looked very sad.

”Uncle King, it seems like Tuanzi has been wrong all along.”

Feng Ciye said nothing, like a perfect listener.

”Nothing has changed, everything’s the same as before.” Tuanzi spoke in dejection. He suddenly remembered that the Uncle King from his world had asked him to tell Mama to buy that gold mine in M Country.

Feng Ciye suddenly reached out and ruffled Tuanzi’s fluffy little head, his voice gentle as flowing water: ”How is it that nothing has changed?”

Tuanzi lifted his head to look at him, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

There really hadn’t been any change.

He had always thought it was because the Bad Uncle was too awful, that even though he’d given Mama so much money and kept her out of jail for two years, in the end she was still ruined by the Bad Uncle.

But it turned out that wasn’t it.

Feng Ciye’s long, slender fingers slipped through his ink-black hair as he said softly, ”There has been a change. Weren’t you really happy because of it?”

Tuanzi was a little dazed; his eyes suddenly went several times wider as he stared at Feng Ciye.

Happy...?

Right!

He was happy.

Ever since his Papa and Mama died, he hadn’t been able to be happy. He had no energy for anything, and he didn’t play with any of the toys at home anymore.

But after Uncle King said he could help him get in touch with the Mama from a few years ago, he slowly started to feel happy again.

Every time he chatted with Mama, he was so happy he couldn’t contain it, as if there were countless little people inside his body singing joyfully.

The world had color again.

”You became happy—that’s enough, isn’t it?” Feng Ciye asked back with a smile.

Tuanzi looked at Feng Ciye in a bit of a haze, somewhat lost.

Feng Ciye patted his head and said, ”Go to the bathroom and wipe the milk off your mouth first.”

Tuanzi nodded obediently and headed toward the bathroom, while Feng Ciye crossed his long legs, reached out, and picked up a newly published set of global academic papers from the coffee table.