Baby Serendipity: The Whole World Fell In Love With Me-Chapter 572 - 571: His Age Might Not be Younger Than Yours

Chapter 572: Chapter 571: His Age Might Not be Younger Than Yours

Mianmian had been reading for a while when Black Tortoise came back.

When he left, Black Tortoise seemed to be in a good mood, but upon his return, his brows were furrowed.

Mianmian looked around the library and didn’t notice anything amiss. Taking Black Tortoise’s hand, she asked, "Uncle Xuan Wu, why did you suddenly become unhappy?"

Black Tortoise looked down to see Little Bun with her cute little pigtails, worryingly staring at him.

The originally irritable Black Tortoise beckoned for Little Bun to float up and extended his arms to embrace her, "It’s nothing, let’s go home."

Once Black Tortoise said it was time to go home, Mianmian could only accompany him.

She asked Yang Xian if he wanted to read for a while longer, but he put down his book, "Let’s go back together."

Leaving the library, Mianmian still had Chu Ye on her mind.

She looked around, trying to spot where those fully-dressed uncles were hiding in the corridors. She indeed found where they were concealed, but while Chu Qi’s Qi was there, Chu Ye’s was absent. freewebnσvel.cøm

"Looking for that kid?" Black Tortoise asked directly.

Mianmian nodded, "Yes, why isn’t the little brother with them?"

Black Tortoise’s brows rose slightly.

If he was in a good mood, he would tell Mianmian that the little brat probably broke the rules by ending his duty early and was likely being punished by now. But since he wasn’t in a good mood and Mianmian was so concerned about that kid, he decided to act as if he knew nothing.

After all, he was the revered ancestor, and revered ancestors have the right to be willful.

Returning to the Su Family’s house by car from the library, they only set the dinner table once they saw Mianmian was home.

The dining table was very large.

Mianmian had just taken her seat at the head when Little White Dragon sidled up to her. His beautiful eyes were wet, as if hiding many words.

Mianmian stood on tiptoes and touched Little White Dragon’s head, "What’s wrong, Little White Dragon, what have you been doing at home these days?"

Lowering his gaze, Little White Dragon softly said, "I’ve been learning general knowledge with brother Ying Fang and sister Ying Miao. After learning, they said I need to go to school too. It’s not appropriate to go to school as Little White Dragon, so I have to change my appearance, change my identity..."

Mianmian had been busy these days and finally caught a break. Little White Dragon, speaking softly, chattered away, sharing a lot of thoughts.

The Ying siblings originally didn’t talk much and didn’t like to speak. Now, watching Little White Dragon chatting with Mianmian and holding her hand, the two "children" who had lived for thousands of years had a touch of affection in their eyes.

Liao An helplessly said, "Are you really raising him as your own son?"

Ying Fang and Ying Miao looked at Liao An and silently nodded.

Honestly, they were among the first to follow Mianmian. Seeing more and more people around Mianmian, they had the illusion of being old seniors. Little White Dragon had a sweet mouth and called them brother and sister, asking them everything he didn’t understand, so wasn’t this mindset normal?

"He might not be younger than you two," Liao An bluntly stated the truth, "He’s a dragon, after all. Even if he died and was resurrected after many years, he’s still a dragon."

Ying Miao smiled stiffly, "But he calls me sister."

Ying Fang also smiled, "He calls me brother too. He says that we are both zombies, resurrected after death."

Liao An held his forehead.

Very good, very good indeed.

Busy cultivating under the pomegranate tree, the two zombies didn’t share a cultivation spot with him, but somehow they had grown close to Little White Dragon. By the time Liao An noticed, the zombie siblings had formed this peculiar relationship with Little White Dragon.

Liao An wasn’t sure what to make of it, it just felt odd.

He glanced again at Little White Dragon and shivered quietly.

After starting the meal, Little White Dragon could no longer talk to Mianmian.

Sitting positions at the Su Family dining table were strictly arranged by seniority, with Little White Dragon and others like Liao An, who were adopted children, seated after the Su brothers.

Then Liao An discovered that, sitting next to Little White Dragon, he kept receiving food Little White Dragon picked up with the shared chopsticks.

"Liao An brother, this is delicious."

"Liao An brother, that one is nice too, here you go."

"This meat is so tender, here."

Little White Dragon served him food and was also assiduously attentive to the Ying siblings, the picture of tact and understanding.

Liao An thought about refusing, but each time he did, Little White Dragon would look at him with those wet eyes and say nothing, just appearing quite upset.

Being looked at like that, Liao An somehow felt a softening of his heart and found it hard to refuse any longer.

Little White Dragon’s gaze was too pure. With that earnestly hopeful look, he would also cautiously glance at Mianmian in her chair.

This made Liao An irresistibly wonder: Did Little White Dragon desperately want to be part of Mianmian’s family? Why else would he keep trying to please them?

Children like him seemed capable of adult-like scheming, but he didn’t seem hateable either. Unlike the contaminated snake women in the villages, who aspired for higher status, Little White Dragon merely wanted to stay.

Liao An also picked up his chopsticks and served Little White Dragon some food.

Ying Fang and Ying Miao joined in, also serving Little White Dragon.

It seemed everyone was getting along harmoniously!

Mianmian watched her friends with a beaming smile, enjoying her meal very much.

After dinner, they strolled through the garden.

Bai Bai proudly showed off his grown form to Mianmian, claiming that his cultivation had advanced a step recently and that he was close to transforming his throat bone. Xiaohu, Dahuang, and Xiaohuang were also showing off, creating a lively, uproarious scene.

Passing servants couldn’t help but comment, "When little auntie is home, these little guys really come alive."

"Indeed. Usually, they vanish after dinner, keeping to themselves quietly in various places."

What the servants referred to as ’keeping quietly’ was actually everyone cultivating in their separate places.

They were different beings, requiring different things during cultivation, so they were often scattered in different spots. Only when Mianmian returned would they gather and stroll together with her.

Mianmian, listening to her friends, felt tired from walking and sat down in the garden.

Just as she settled down, she suddenly thought of Liao An’s mother, whom she hadn’t seen for a long time, and got up, dashing towards the pomegranate tree.

The pomegranate tree was now even more lush and leafy than before.

Standing under the pomegranate tree, Mianmian touched its trunk and closed her eyes to chat with Liao An’s mother.

"Wan Jia, Wan Jia, how have you been feeling recently?"

Inside the pomegranate tree, Wan Jia’s soul, originally cultivating, quaked the branches in response to Mianmian, "Little Auntie, I am doing very well now."

"Hehe, that’s good to hear," Mianmian leaned against the pomegranate tree for a while, then turned to look at Liao An.

Liao An was gazing up at the swaying pomegranate tree, envy apparent in his eyes. He was a snake demon, and his mother had turned into a tree. Being different species, they couldn’t communicate at all.

But Mianmian wasn’t restricted in this way; she could talk to anyone she wished.

How nice.

Losing showed in Liao An’s eyes.