The Enchanting Little Peach Fairy

Xia Zhihuai gently lifted the drowsy Wanwan into his arms, her eyes squinting from sleepiness as she rubbed them. In a sweet and innocent voice, she asked, “Brother, are we going home?”

“Yes, we are going home,” Xia Zhihuai replied.

He pinched her soft cheeks, silently vowing to himself that he would restore Wanwan to her former plumpness, just like before.

It had been a while since he last saw her, when she was just a little over two years old.

Back then, Wanwan was an oblivious little bundle, fond of nestling against his neck and shyly planting kisses on his cheek.

However, his busy work schedule, coupled with his father’s passing two years ago, gradually severed their contact with her uncle’s family.

They would exchange greetings over the phone during festive occasions, and he would have his assistant buy them some gifts to send over.

Wanwan, now around three years old, probably had memories of him. Her parents would show her pictures and they would have video calls during holidays, with her asking when he would come to see her.

But he always brushed it off, never realizing the hardships she had endured, until she mustered the courage to find him at the police station.

Xia Zhihuai couldn’t help but feel like he had been a complete jerk in the past!

When his parents divorced, he was still in high school which caused quite a commotion.

He picked fights, smoked, and prolonged his rebellious phase, only accepting reality when he couldn’t stop his parents from divorcing.

Then, his father passed away due to illness…

At first, he held back his tears, refusing to shed a single drop.

But a few days later, he got drunk with his friends and stumbled out of the bar, heading straight to the cemetery. In the dead of night, he squatted by the grave, crying like a fool.

But Wanwan was only three and a half years old, losing the love of her parents and being sent to those wretched foster parents, living such a miserable life…

He, as her older brother, had truly let her down.

…

After returning home, Xia Zhihuai gently placed the sleeping Wanwan on the bed, turned off the lights, and exited the bedroom with his manager, Xu Wei.

Xu Wei glanced at his wristwatch and massaged his neck. “It’s getting late. You should rest and recharge. We have a shoot tomorrow morning. I’ll take care of Wanwan for you.”

Xia Zhihuai tossed his mask and hat aside, grabbed two bottles of chilled beer from the fridge, and tossed one to Xu Wei. Leaning against the fridge, he said, “Let’s find a nanny first.”

Xu Wei rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on. As a single man without children, he had no idea how to take care of a three or four-year-old child.

“I’ll arrange it as soon as possible,” he assured.

Xia Zhihuai felt a pang of hunger and, upon opening the fridge, found it empty. He picked up his phone from the sofa without even looking up and said to Xu Wei, “Let the driver take you home. Come over early tomorrow morning to take care of Wanwan and bring some children’s breakfast.”

Xu Wei nodded. “All right, get some rest and stop playing with your phone all the time.”

Xia Zhihuai raised his phone, the shopping interface glaring at Xu Wei. “Restocking, I’ll sleep after I’m done shopping.”

Xu Wei looked at the empty and lifeless house, not much different from when they first moved in, and couldn’t help but worry about how this big, clueless guy would take care of a child.

However, he didn’t dwell on it for long. The first thing he did after leaving was set an alarm for himself.

Wanwan slept soundly, completely unaware that these two novices in child-rearing were nervously studying parenting guides, preparing for the next day.

…

Wanwan slumbered deeply, for she dreamt of Lord Siming, the Star God of Destiny.

Lord Siming donned a pale grey celestial robe adorned with subtle patterns, clutching a bamboo scroll as he hurriedly dashed in from outside the peach forest. Gazing at the vibrant peach blossoms and caressing the branches of Wanwan’s true form, he expressed profound remorse, “Little Fairy Wanwan, can you hear me?”

Wanwan’s true form resided in the Peach Forest of the Immortal Realm, as a peach tree. However, the survival of a peach tree was already an arduous task, let alone the attainment of sentience as an immortal wood and subsequent ascension to the heavens. The path was far more treacherous than one could imagine. Wanwan’s achievements today were a result of fortuitous timing, favorable circumstances, and personal effort.

She was the sole Little Peach Fairy in the Peach Forest, blossoming for three thousand and five hundred years, and just recently celebrating her third and a half year of existence.

…

Upon hearing Siming’s voice, Wanwan exerted all her strength to sway her branches.

Siming breathed a sigh of relief, gazing at the blossoming peach tree above, and asked with concern, “Little Fairy, how did you end up in the mortal realm?”

Wanwan felt a hint of anger as the beautiful peach blossoms showered Siming’s head.

“It wasn’t my intention to come down here. It was Little Phoenix who wanted to pluck the peach blossoms from my branches, and Little Tiger wanted to help me. But they ended up fighting, causing me to fall into the reincarnation pool…”

“Lord Siming, I didn’t secretly descend to the mortal realm.”

After listening, Siming was dumbfounded, gently caressing the peach branches as he sighed, “Little Fairy, I am unable to bring you back at the moment. Please stay in the mortal realm and wait until your current body reaches its natural end. The Fairy Kindergarten in the Immortal Realm will assist you in asking for leave.”

Wanwan nodded, “All right, but please remember to help me inform Master about my absence. Otherwise, when I return, Master will punish me with copying books.”

Siming readily agreed, “Little Fairy, rest assured, I will definitely help you inform Master.”

After a moment of hesitation, Wanwan asked, “Siming, will I be able to encounter my elder brother, Little Azure Dragon, in the mortal realm?”

Siming unfolded the bamboo scroll, gazing at the destiny he had written for Little Azure Dragon God earlier. The more he looked, the more peculiar his expression became. Finally, he decisively closed the bamboo scroll and earnestly requested Wanwan, “Little Fairy, can you do me a favor?”

…

When Wanwan woke up, the sun was already high in the sky.

She was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, lying on the bed sideways, her stomach aching severely, making it difficult for her to sit up. However, she could endure this pain, considering she had already withstood the Heavenly Tribulation as an immortal. Compared to the eighteen Heavenly Thunder Tribulations, this pain was truly insignificant.

“Wanwan, are you awake?”

The bedroom door was lightly tapped twice.

Wanwan slowly climbed out of bed, using a stool at the foot of the bed to slide down. After reaching the door, she stepped on a small stool and struggled to unlock it.

Xu Wei looked at the slowly opening door, peeking at the little figure behind it.

Wanwan looked up and sweetly smiled, politely greeting, “Big Brother, good morning.”

Xu Wei lifted her up, gently touching the fine sweat on her forehead, noticing her pale complexion and slightly elevated body temperature.

“Wanwan, are you feeling unwell?”

Wanwan shook her head, leaning on his shoulder without speaking. She was truly exhausted.

Xu Wei carried her out of the bedroom, retrieved the prepared family medicine box from under the table, and placed a thermometer on her forehead.

After removing the thermometer, Xu Wei looked at the numbers on the display, and his brow furrowed deeply.

“Wanwan, you have a fever.”