062 Do Not Poop on Daddy's Head

How could Xia Kexuan possibly allow Jiang Wanyi and Sui Yu to meet?

Xia Kexuan remembered it vividly. On the very first day Jiang Wanyi transferred to their school, some of the little boys in the class even blushed.

She was both cute and pretty, with delicate facial features and a pleasant fragrance, resembling an exquisite porcelain doll.

Even the most mischievous boys would subconsciously lower their voices in front of Jiang Wanyi, terrified of disturbing her.

And Jiang Wanyi lived up to expectations, possessing a sweet and obedient personality, as well as a multitude of talents.

She was good at drawing, good at dancing, and good at playing basketball. In short, she learned everything quickly and excelled at everything. Truly, she was worthy of being the female protagonist of the book.

So what?

She, Xia Kexuan, was a transmigrator harboring an adult soul within her body, holding the absolute advantage of foresight.

What did it matter if Jiang Wanyi was the female protagonist?

Xia Kexuan would never allow Jiang Wanyi and Sui Yu to cross paths. Naturally, the best solution was to have Jiang Wanyi transfer away.

To make someone transfer schools, external factors were crucial.

Xia Kexuan chose to ruin Jiang Wanyi's reputation.

For a child barely three years old to bear the stigma of being a thief—no matter where she went in the future, it would be nearly impossible for her to clear her name.

After Jiang Wanyi transferred away, Xia Kexuan had been full of high-spirited ambition.

Indeed, she was truly unstoppable!

Everything had gone so smoothly, to the extent that even Sui Yu transferred to their school just as described in the book.

Yet why had everything changed? Now, the one treated like a street rat that everyone wanted to beat was her, Xia Kexuan!

It was all Shen Nian'an's fault!

A vicious flash crossed Xia Kexuan's eyes.

She would not simply let this go!

One day, she would personally eliminate An'an!

*

Over on Fan Lina's side, she had contacted several parents.

The parent whose bracelet had been stolen strained their eyes examining old footage, and finally, a new breakthrough emerged—the missing surveillance video had actually been recovered.

Xia Kexuan had secretly taken the bracelet, stuffed it into Jiang Wanyi's backpack, and then played the thief crying thief.

The parent was so furious that instead of messaging Fan Lina privately, they posted the video directly into the class group chat.

Upon viewing it, everyone gasped in uproar, filled with an absurd sense of having been deceived.

Rumors within the circle had always claimed that Xia Kexuan was a child prodigy, a genius-level figure.

Now it seemed that Xia Kexuan was not a prodigy at all; rather, she was someone possessing a deeply malicious mind.

To be capable of scheming against others at such a tender age—it was utterly venomous.

Viewed in this light, the bankruptcy of the Xia family was hardly unjust; they must have committed misdeeds that offended the wrong people.

The group chat instantly erupted with indignation, tagging Xia's mother and father one after another: [Parents of Xia Kexuan, aren't you going to step forward and demand an explanation?]

Xia's mother and father were waiting for news from Xia Jing when they were instead greeted by the parents' interrogation.

Seeing the video, the couple exchanged glances, a shared realization dawning upon them simultaneously: the Xia family was truly finished!

Originally, they had regarded Xia Kexuan as their final straw of hope, never imagining that she would instead deal them the fatal blow.

The Xia family had always been aware of Xia Kexuan's true character, yet they had indulged and spoiled her endlessly.

She was just a child, they reasoned, lacking any clear concept of right and wrong and merely acting out of playfulness. Once she grew a little older, she would understand what should and should not be done—what was there to rush about?

The bodyguards drove both Xia Jing and Xia Kexuan out of the villa.

Everyone else had arrived in cars, and not a single person spared Xia Jing and Xia Kexuan a backward glance, as if lingering near them would bring bad luck.

Xia Jing took Xia Kexuan's hand, tears streaming down her face: "Sister, what should we do?"

Xia Kexuan's expression remained exceptionally calm: "I have a few thousand bucks that Auntie gave me. Sis, take this money and rent a small civilian flat first. Let's get settled before anything else."

Xia Jing was deeply moved: "Xuanxuan, you are truly so good. Sob, sob... We will definitely make a comeback, right?"

Xia Kexuan sneered inwardly, lowering her gaze to conceal the impatience in her eyes.

She would indeed start over from scratch, but the Xia family would only ever be a burden to her!

*

Meanwhile, Shen Zhihan and An'an reburied the bodies of Little Ash and the puppy, prompting Gao Feifei to shed yet another round of tears.

An'an comforted her instead: "Look, this is fate. If Little Ash's spirit is watching, it must be very happy, at least because it got to see you one last time. Now that Little Black has come to you, you mustn't give Little Black away again, okay? To it, you will be its whole world from now on."

An'an's eyes were also red.

Feifei's mother hurried over. Upon truly laying eyes on Shen Zhihan, she didn't even know where to look.

Shen Zhihan was extraordinarily handsome, but he also possessed an overwhelming aura of oppression.

Feifei's mother could only blush as she hoisted her daughter into the car, exhaling a sigh of relief only after the doors were shut.

After Gao Feifei and her mother departed, Lu Heng kept his gaze fixed on An'an. Far from being annoyed, An'an flashed him a sweet smile. Though her eyes were still a bit red, her smile was completely genuine.

Shen Zhihan reached out and turned An'an's face away, blocking her from smiling at Lu Heng.

"Smile at him again, and there will be no dessert after dinner."

This tactic proved instantly effective, and An'an's little face immediately tightened.

The next second, however, An'an uttered words that successfully broke Shen Zhihan's composure.

"Daddy, didn't you say you wanted to respect An'an? An'an thinks this uncle looks handsome and kind-hearted, so is it really not even okay to give him a polite smile? Besides, the uncle helped us too."

Shen Zhihan reached out and delivered a light, playful flick to An'an's forehead.

"You little rascal are getting bolder, actually daring to talk back to me now." There was little genuine annoyance in his tone; listening closely, one could detect a hint of hidden amusement.

Thinking back to how timid and cautious An'an had been when she first arrived, he found her current self much more pleasing to the eye.

She was Shen Zhihan's daughter; she ought to be just like this—speaking her mind, bold, uninhibited, and needing no constraints.

An'an wrapped her arms around Shen Zhihan's thigh: "It's Daddy who gave me this courage."

As she attempted to climb up him, Shen Zhihan bent down and scooped her right into his arms.

Little Green blinked its eyes curiously, fluttering its wings from An'an's shoulder to land squarely on top of Shen Zhihan's head.

An'an giggled merrily: "Little Green, you really know how to pick a spot! Don't you dare poop on Daddy's head!"

Shen Zhihan's face darkened completely: "Shen Nian'an!"

Whenever Shen Zhihan used An'an's full name, it meant he was truly angry. An'an hurriedly reached up to pluck Little Green down, scolding it fiercely: "You are not allowed to go on Daddy's head again, or else I'll boil you up and eat you!"

This threat carried far too much lethal weight, and Little Green instantly became well-behaved.

Lu Heng watched An'an and Shen Zhihan with immense fascination.

"When Haochen told me last time that you had a daughter, I didn't believe it. When are we getting together so the brothers can all meet the little one?"

Shen Zhihan raised his wrist to check the time: "Right now. Go notify the others."

Lu Heng had arrived in Haicheng six years ago.

That year, twenty-two-year-old Shen Zhihan had been deeply embroiled in a murder scandal.

All kinds of evidence had pointed to Shen Zhihan as the culprit.

That day, Lu Heng had appeared before him, looking cool and aloof: "Need me to help you?"

Shen Zhihan had answered with utter indifference: "No need."

He didn't care about bearing the charge of murder; missing the most critical piece of evidence anyway, the police couldn't arrest him as a murderer.

As for sending people to monitor him to prevent flight to avoid punishment—whatever.

He felt no guilt for crimes he hadn't committed, so what was there to run from?