Junqing

The frail young lady of the Tang Family, raised for five years in the Daoist temple, was brought back home.
Everyone harbored their own thoughts, preparing to welcome a delicate and sickly young girl, only to be met with a bright and shiny Little Baldy.
She followed them around like a little tail, proclaiming that their days were numbered.
Initially, the Tang Family resisted this, arguing that even if she wasn't a sweet and adorable child, she shouldn't be a nonsensical Little Swindler!
Latter on, as the little girl, vexed and embarrassed the bad guys with talk of imminent retaliation, amid everyone's cries of alarm, she confronted them with a little dust whisk in one hand and a small clenched fist in the other in an attempt to 'conquer with virtue' on their behalf.
The Tang Family, gradually freeloading: Delicious!
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In the wealthy Rong Family, with a century-old legacy, there were rumors that a precious young master resided within its vast estate, dressed in traditional Tang Suit, his wrist adorned with Buddha Beads, a figure everyone dreaded.
One day, under the pear tree in the courtyard, on the recliner, lay a pile of fluffy yarn balls neatly placed on the knees of that always composed and sagacious youth who was almost bewitching.
The Personal Guard was puzzled, as the young master's fingers were never known to touch even spring water.
Then they heard the young master ask in a gentle voice: After much consideration, a fluffy hat seems warmer, don't you think? Which color do you think Jinjin would look good in, pink or multicolored?
Personal Guard: ???
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Rong Qing had known since he was young that he was different from others, with a heavy malevolence about him, calling evil spirits close.
That is until he met Tang Jin wielding a little dust whisk, pinning Evil Spirits to the ground and pummeling them, while others fled in all directions, as she recited "the sea of bitterness has no bounds, turn your head to see the shore."
Latter on, Rong Qing, touching her Little Baldy head, pulled her hand with a smile: Jinjin, would you care to save your brother as well?
Seeing that you're so pretty, Little Milk Jin let herself be led by the hand, cooing with reserved pride: I can.

Mysterious Leader is only Five-Year-Old!

Tang Jin had slept for over an hour during her afternoon nap.


When she woke up, her small body was still curled up in Tang Chuang's arms, with her chubby little hands rubbing her own cat-like eyes, her cheeks rosy from sleep, as she softly yawned.


Tang Chuang leaned against the headboard, with his laptop placed on a small table next to him. At the moment, he cradled Tang Jin with one hand and operated the computer with the other, his eyes drooped, and his lips slightly pursed.


The room was quiet with no one else around.


Little Milk Jin lazily turned over in his arms and peeked out her little head.


Tang Chuang looked down at her and casually pinched her cheek.


"Your Second Aunt was in an elevator that fell from the third floor and is now unconscious. Your grandpa has gone there."


Little Milk Jin took a moment to respond, blinking her eyes, "I see."


"What do you mean, 'I see'? What did our Little Immortal say before?"


16 Don't touch porcelain!