Chapter 3 The Leng Family's Little Star

The atmosphere in the hospital suite remained heavy as the five brothers continued staring at their newborn sister.

Leng Qingxue could feel their intense gazes pressing down on her. It was strange. She had faced countless powerful figures in her past life—geniuses, elites, and even those who had plotted her downfall. Yet, the possessiveness in these five young boys' eyes was something even she hadn't encountered before.

She shifted slightly, adjusting to the small body she now inhabited. Weak. Even lifting a tiny hand required effort. It was frustrating, but at the same time, it reminded her—this was her new beginning.

Her silver-blue eyes flickered toward her twin, Leng Qiuhan.

He was quiet, just like her, his gaze calm and unreadable. However, his small fingers grasped hers, their connection unspoken but undeniable.

"Qingxue," a deep voice broke through the silence.

The eldest, Leng Yuxian (15 years old), had finally spoken. His calm, composed aura gave him an air of authority far beyond his years. Even their father, Leng Zhen, had already begun preparing him to take over the Leng family empire.

"She's too small," Leng Zhaoyan (12 years old) said, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly. "If anyone tries to harm her…"

"We'll make sure that never happens," Leng Haoyu (9 years old) cut in, his expression serious.

"Mn." Leng Yichen (6 years old) smirked. "Our baby sister… she's going to be dangerous when she grows up."

Finally, Leng Jiuhan (3 years old), the youngest of the five, stayed silent, still holding onto Qingxue's tiny hand. His silver-blue eyes, identical to hers, gleamed with an unreadable light.

As if marking his presence, he suddenly leaned down and pressed his forehead against hers.

A silent declaration.

Qingxue blinked, slightly stunned.

It wasn't just her five older brothers.

Even her twin was fiercely protective.

At that moment, the hospital room's door opened again, and a group of nurses entered, preparing to move the babies.

"The Young Miss and Young Master will be transferred to the Leng estate soon," one of them reported.

The news seemed to finally break the trance-like silence in the room.

Their mother, Jiang Yuexin, let out a soft laugh as she watched her sons stand guard around the incubators. "My, my… I had a feeling our little princess would be loved, but I never expected you all to be this attached."

Their father, Leng Zhen, who had been watching everything from the side, only chuckled. "She's a Leng. It's natural for her to be adored."

"Adored?" Jiang Yuexin raised a brow. "More like excessively guarded."

"I don't see the problem," Yuxian said smoothly. "It's our responsibility to protect her."

"And if anyone dares to hurt her…" Jiuhan murmured, his small voice chilling.

"They won't exist anymore."

The room went quiet again.

The nurse holding their newborn cousin in the background looked incredibly uncomfortable.

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(The Leng Estate: A Grand Welcome)

A few days later, the twins were brought home to the Leng family's private estate—a sprawling mansion that overlooked one of the most expensive districts in Beijing.

The moment they arrived, the entire household was in chaos.

Servants lined up in neat rows, waiting to greet their Young Miss and Young Master. High-profile relatives, business associates, and even elite families that had close ties with the Lengs had sent extravagant gifts.

Gold-plated cribs, rare gemstones, and even shares in major corporations—the Leng twins were born into wealth and power beyond imagination.

But Leng Qingxue didn't care about any of that.

She was still adjusting.

Her small body made her feel weak, and it was frustrating. However, she knew she had time.

Time to grow.

Time to learn.

Time to slowly regain what she had lost in her past life.

Unlike before, she had a loving family.

Unlike before, she wasn't alone.

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(A Small Yet Powerful Encounter)

Three months passed quickly.

Leng Qingxue was slowly getting used to her new life. By now, she had observed her family enough to understand their personalities.

Her parents adored her, spoiling her with love.

Her five brothers were already frighteningly attached to her, as if she was the most precious treasure in the world. Even her twin, Qiuhan, had a habit of always staying close, as if watching over her.

Everything seemed peaceful.

Until he arrived.

The doors to the Leng estate opened, and a small boy, no older than three, stepped inside.

His presence was quiet, but overwhelmingly cold for someone his age.

Dressed in a tailored black outfit, his delicate features were sharp and striking. His dark eyes carried an intense chill—one that could make even an adult hesitate.

He was undeniably beautiful, but there was something else.

He was dangerous.

Yet the moment he turned his gaze to Qingxue—

The ice melted.

His cold, unreadable face softened, and something flashed in his eyes.

He walked forward, completely ignoring the adults around him.

Stopping before her crib, he leaned in close, his gaze locked onto her tiny form.

A long silence followed.

Then, unexpectedly—

He gently touched her cheek.

Leng Qingxue froze.

Her silver-blue eyes met his.

"Xiao Xue," he murmured, his small voice carrying an unshakable certainty.

As if he had already decided.

She was his.