Stolen Life of the Poor Girl, Top Luxury Family's Group Favor

Chapter 89: Born to Control Human Nature

Chapter 89

An Ying asked again, "Is this your first time taking ice skating lessons?"

Li Xiaoya nodded honestly.

An Ying was puzzled, "Then why aren't you afraid at all?"

"Afraid of what?"

"Of falling when you're just learning... oh, but you didn't fall today. It doesn't seem like your first time."

Li Xiaoya was also confused, "Why should I be afraid?"

An Ying, being just an elementary school student with limited knowledge, thought for a while before saying, "Because... because people are usually afraid of things they haven't experienced before."

"If you haven't experienced something, why not just try it?"

"..." An Ying was left speechless.

Li Xiaoya was truly a strange person!

A strange person unlike anyone else! An Ying thought to herself.

Li Xiaoya reached the school gate and ran into Wei Lin.

Surprisingly, Wei Lin's first question was also, "Young Master Qin gave you a bag, but you sold it? Xiaoya, aren't you afraid he'll be angry?"

Li Xiaoya immediately realized that Wei Lin had been secretly following her.

She opened her mouth, but before she could speak,

Qin Sui got out of the car carrying a money bag and interjected, "If Mr. Wei is so curious, why not ask me directly?"

Wei Lin felt a hint of embarrassment.

Well, Li Xiaoya was certainly capable... it seemed Qin Sui wasn't angry at all.

Qin Sui asked, "Where's the car?"

Li Xiaoya pointed to a black sedan nearby.

"I'll carry it over for you," Qin Sui paused for a moment, then added, "I kept it safe, didn't I?"

Li Xiaoya nodded repeatedly.

Wei Lin glanced at the bag in Qin Sui's hand and asked, "What's that?"

But Qin Sui showed no intention of explaining to him.

Qin Sui walked to the car.

The bodyguard, who already recognized him, immediately opened the car door.

Qin Sui casually tossed the bag inside, then said to Li Xiaoya, "I'm leaving."

He came all this way just to deliver this?

Wei Lin was speechless.

After seeing Qin Sui off, Li Xiaoya got into the car first and said to the driver, "To the mall."

"You want to buy something?" Wei Lin asked, already thinking he could use his card to pay. It would temporarily win him some favor with the old man.

Li Xiaoya nodded, only urging the driver, "Let's go quickly."

Wei Lin was a bit surprised, "Don't you want to wait? What if Young Master Sheng comes looking for you again?"

"I can't see him now," Li Xiaoya said.

Wei Lin couldn't understand her thinking at all.

Are all children this hard to comprehend?

Wei Lin secretly frowned, thinking that Li Xiaoya wasn't as easy to manipulate as he had imagined.

"Did you get hurt during the ice skating lesson today?" Wei Lin asked with concern.

"No," Li Xiaoya looked at him and said sincerely, "I was very happy."

The ice skating instructor the school had hired for them turned out to be an Olympic figure skating champion.

In the past, villagers would gather around the dam to watch outdoor TV, which was broadcasting the Olympics at the time. Back then, Li Xiaoya heard the villagers say how envious they were, wishing their own children could be as amazing as those champions who came from poor mountain villages...

Now Li Xiaoya got to see an Olympic champion in person!

Right in front of her! Alive and real!

So she couldn't relate at all to the fear An Ying mentioned. Not only could she not understand it, but she had been skating with great enthusiasm.

"...I'm glad you're happy," Wei Lin squeezed out the words with difficulty.

She wasn't discouraged at all?

At the mall, Li Xiaoya didn't browse any brand-name boutiques, as she didn't recognize the brands anyway. She just walked around randomly, choosing some items and packing them in her schoolbag.

When it came time to pay, Wei Lin felt exasperated. For these little trinkets, using his card would be like killing a chicken with a butcher's knife.

Despite his exasperation, Wei Lin still said, "Let Uncle pay for you."

"No need, I have money," Li Xiaoya waved her hand.

Wei Lin wanted to laugh. Where did she get money from? Did the old man secretly give her a supplementary card?

Thinking of this, Wei Lin was about to frown.

Li Xiaoya waved to the back, and the bodyguard immediately came forward with the bag, unzipping it.

Wei Lin was dumbfounded.

Even the cashier was stunned. After all, it wasn't common to see someone carrying so much cash to shop at a mall.

"I'll pay," Li Xiaoya crouched down to count, took out a few bills, and handed them to the cashier.

"Uh, okay. The total is 437 yuan, here's your change."

"Alright, let's go home!" Li Xiaoya had the bodyguard carry the money bag and turned to leave.

Wei Lin realized, "The money from selling the bag?"

"Mm-hmm."

Wei Lin: "..." He started to get a headache.

She really did sell the bag, took the money, and even got Qin Sui to willingly keep it safe for her.

Could this little girl possibly know some kind of mind control?

But what gave Wei Lin a headache was yet to come.

The car quickly drove back to the residence.

Li Xiaoya entered and looked around, asking Wei Xuanming, "Grandpa, why don't I see Second Uncle and Little Uncle?"

Wei Xuanming took off his reading glasses and put down his book, saying, "They usually stay at Guanghua Villa. Of course they're not here when there's no family dinner."

"But isn't a family dinner just family members eating together? Then every day could be a family dinner, right?" Li Xiaoya said as she put down her schoolbag.

"Do you want to see them?"

"Yes!"

Although Wei Xuanming often criticized his sons for being weak, as an elder, he naturally hoped for love and closeness among the younger generation, emphasizing blood ties.

He was very pleased that Li Xiaoya was always thinking of her uncles.

Wei Xuanming called for a servant: "Go call the Second Young Master and the others."

Wei Lin lowered his eyes beside them, hiding the coldness in his gaze.

His deduction was absolutely correct. Li Xiaoya would indeed gradually awaken the old man's desire for family bonds.

But no matter how displeased Wei Lin was, Wei Wenjuan and his brother were quite happy to come.

After all, they could see Little Duck again!

Once everyone had arrived, Li Xiaoya started taking things out of her schoolbag.

"This is for Grandpa."

"This is for Second Uncle."

"This is for Little Uncle."

Wei Xuanming and the others were stunned.

Wei Xuanming's first reaction was: "You bought these? Where did you get the money?"

But Wei Wenjuan was more concerned about: "Why did you give me gloves?"

"Because Second Uncle's hands are easily injured," Li Xiaoya said.

Wei Wenjuan couldn't help but look down at his own hands.

Indeed, there were some small scratches and bruises... That was because after becoming paralyzed, a person would rely more on their hands when they couldn't walk properly.

Although Wei Wenjuan was self-destructive and depressed all day, he had always been well taken care of in terms of food and clothing. But no one had thought of such detailed things...

No, perhaps it was because to those servants, a cripple like him wasn't worth the effort to consider such details.

Only Little Duck.

Only to Little Duck was he worth it.

Wei Wenjuan took a deep breath, his eyes reddening.

The words "useless" that were about to come out of Wei Xuanming's mouth were swallowed back.

At this moment, Wei Wenqing also happily pointed at himself, as if asking, what about me, why did you give me a whistle?

Li Xiaoya smiled slightly, "Whenever Little Uncle blows the whistle, I'll know Little Uncle has arrived!"

Wei Wenqing also smiled.

He really liked this gift, and even quickly raised it to his lips to blow twice.

The sound of the whistle was sharp and should have been unpleasant to hear.

But Wei Xuanming was momentarily dazed, feeling it was even more melodious than the chanting of a choir.

The old man collected himself and hurriedly looked at the item in front of him, wanting to ask why he was given this, but not wanting to blurt out eagerly like his sons, so he tightly pressed his lips together.

Unexpectedly, Li Xiaoya really didn't explain and was about to close her schoolbag.

The old man's sharp eyes quickly found another topic.

He hurriedly asked, "You still have something in your bag? Who is that for?" This was easier to ask about.

Li Xiaoya took out another item and placed it on the table, saying, "For Aunt."

"Didn't I tell you before, your aunt can't receive gifts right now, she gets scared when she sees unfamiliar things..."

"It's okay, just keep it there. When Aunt gets better, she can receive it."

Wei Xuanming fell silent for a moment.

A child's tone is always full of hope and innocence.

When will Wenyi get better... will she ever get better?

Wei Xuanming couldn't bring himself to say anything discouraging, and softly sighed, "Someone, help keep this safe for the young miss."

The servant immediately complied.

But... wait.

Wei Xuanming narrowed his eyes, "You still have something in your bag?"

Li Xiaoya had no choice but to dryly confess, "...This is for Sheng Yuxiao."

She really doesn't forget about that young master Sheng no matter what she does!

Wei Xuanming's feelings were complicated.

And a bit... sour.

Wei Lin, on the side, was even more shocked.

No wonder she ran so fast, saying she couldn't see Sheng Yuxiao now.

Could she still be thinking of giving Sheng Yuxiao a surprise?

Wei Lin was speechless.

This little thing... damn, was she naturally born with such a keen understanding of human nature?

"I asked you earlier where the money came from?" Wei Xuanming brought up the question again.

Li Xiaoya waved her hand, signaling the bodyguard to bring up the money bag and open it.

She said, "I earned it by selling things."

Wei Xuanming suddenly fell silent.

Earned by... selling things?

How old was she?

There must be at least eighteen or nineteen million here, right?

And the first thing she did after selling things was to buy gifts for each of them.

Wei Xuanming's breathing involuntarily quickened a bit.

She seemed like a deity sent to their ghostly family, her personality and abilities perfectly matching the requirements of an heir.