007, Shen Zhihan’s legacy will undoubtedly be yours.

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An’an nodded vigorously. Although the two seemed to be talking past each other, their exchange was strangely harmonious.

Deep within the primeval forest of Pear Blossom Village lived a wild boar that had lived for a very, very long time. It claimed to be quite old and had a habit of dropping literary references when it spoke.

As if recalling something, Shen Zhihan asked again, “Just now you said that woman wanted to seduce me and have a monkey baby with me. Who told you that?”

Shen Zhihan looked toward Butler Liu, who hurriedly waved his hands, denying it.

An’an was so young; of course, he wouldn’t say such things to her and soil her ears.

Shen Zhihan’s cold, piercing gaze then turned to Jiang Yue. “Then it must be you, Miss Jiang?”

Meeting Shen Zhihan’s icy stare, Jiang Yue responded calmly and without flattery, “It’s not me either. I wouldn’t say such things to An’an. Besides, I only just met her.”

An’an patted Shen Zhihan and said, “Daddy, I’ll tell you next time, okay? It’s not them, so don’t blame them.”

“All right, I’ll listen to you.”

An’an breathed a sigh of relief. She hadn’t meant to hide anything.

She had overheard Xiao Hua calling her crazy and saying she’d be locked up in a mental hospital. If her father knew she could understand animals, would he despise her too?

She felt so uncomfortable holding it in and really wanted to tell her father.

Just as An’an was struggling with this, her stomach rumbled loudly.

She rubbed her belly, coaxing softly, “Tummy, don’t make thunder noises. Be good.”

She did this so naturally.

Shen Zhihan’s heart ached instantly.

Yesterday, he had already arranged for someone to investigate An’an’s life over the past four years.

An’an had been taken in by Lin Aifang when she was just over one year old.

Back then, little An’an looked delicate and adorable, chubby and rosy-skinned, always smiling when she saw people, well cared for.

Lin Aifang claimed to have found her in a trash bin.

Originally, the villagers thought Lin Aifang took her in out of motherly love, but unexpectedly, Lin Aifang beat and scolded her relentlessly.

The light in An’an’s eyes had nearly vanished.

Hunger was a frequent occurrence for An’an.

Thinking back, every time she was hungry and had nothing to eat, she must have coaxed herself like this.

Shen Zhihan scooped An’an up and headed to the dining table. “Hungry? Let’s go eat.”

He instructed Jiang Yue, “Come to work next Monday.”

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“Yes, President Shen.” Jiang Yue left, and Butler Liu followed.

An’an obediently sat in her chair, her large, beautiful eyes wide open as she looked at the sumptuous meal. “Wow, it looks so delicious.”

Shen Zhihan stroked her head. “Eat whatever you want. If you don’t like something, tell me, and next time I won’t have them make it.”

“I like everything. All of it!” An’an hurriedly said.

She was indeed very well-behaved at mealtime—no need to be fed, no picky eating, she tried everything.

Every time she tasted something new, her eyes lit up. She was undoubtedly a foodie.

Meanwhile, at the Xia residence.

Xia Jing sat on the sofa, feeling uneasy.

It was nearly eleven o’clock, yet no call had come from Shen Zhihan’s lawyer.

Just then, Xia Kexuan, who had just woken up, yawned as she came downstairs.

Xia Kexuan often stayed up late watching her phone or binge-watching dramas, so it was common for her to oversleep in the mornings.

She was also planning the future of the Xia family and trying to recall plot points from books to prepare for her own future development.

Two nannies followed closely behind—one tidying her clothes, the other quickly brushing her hair.

Seeing Xia Kexuan, Xia Jing’s eyes lit up instantly. She sprang from the sofa and pulled her sister down to sit. “Xuanxuan, you’re finally awake! Did you sleep well?”

Xia Kexuan waved her hand, and the two nannies immediately left.

Xia Jing took the comb and began brushing Xia Kexuan’s hair herself.

It was Saturday, so Xia Kexuan didn’t have to go to kindergarten.

But even on weekdays, if Xia Kexuan didn’t want to go, she didn’t have to.

While braiding Xia Kexuan’s hair, Xia Jing spoke anxiously: “Xuanxuan, it’s already eleven, but Shen Zhihan’s lawyer hasn’t called.”

Xia Kexuan frowned.

Though she was about the same age as An’an, her eyes revealed a maturity not befitting a four-year-old.

She was a transmigrator who had read many novels before crossing over, most of whose plots she forgot after reading.

Only this book stuck in her memory because one of the supporting characters shared her name—Xia Kexuan, the unloved youngest daughter of the Xia family. She had paid special attention to it.

Most of the book’s details she had forgotten, but some scenes remained vivid.

The story featured a cold, sinister tycoon named Shen Zhihan, who, after his death, left almost all his inheritance to his beloved white moonlight.

The name of that white moonlight was unimportant. What mattered was that after Xia Kexuan transmigrated, Xia Jing had become Shen Zhihan’s white moonlight.

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Xia Kexuan’s brow soon relaxed. She said confidently, “Maybe Shen Zhihan’s estate is extensive and takes time to account for. Don’t worry, he will call. What did you say the last time you saw him?”

Xia Jing repeated, “I said I’m going to marry Brother Zheng. Once he disappears, I’ll be happy.”

Xia Kexuan sneered at Xia Jing, who didn’t notice.

If she weren’t so young and unable to have any dealings with Shen Zhihan, she would have taken matters into her own hands.

“You did well. Just wait. Shen Zhihan’s inheritance will be yours.”

Xia Jing’s anxiety immediately eased.

She trusted Xia Kexuan implicitly.

Her little sister was a prodigy renowned in high society.

By six months old, she could speak and recite ancient poems.

By one year old, she could compose poetry and memorize three hundred Tang poems.

By two, she was advising their father, Xia Guofeng, on investment decisions, enabling the Xia family to leap socially within just two years. The whole family adored Xia Kexuan like a treasure.

Yet Xia Kexuan insisted on attending kindergarten, saying that although she was a genius, she still needed childhood playmates.

Just imagining her marrying Xie Zheng with a fortune made Xia Jing laugh in her sleep.

Still, she felt a bit regretful: although Xie Zheng was handsome, he paled in comparison to Shen Zhihan.

Shen Zhihan was cold and ruthless to outsiders but devoted all his care to her, responding to her every need. Over the past two years, Xia Jing had wavered many times, almost agreeing to be with him.

But Shen Zhihan never overstepped.

As if sensing her thoughts, Xia Kexuan glanced at her calmly. “Sister, you can’t control a man like Shen Zhihan. But Xie Zheng, you can. If you want a man to be loyal to you for life, find one you can control. Once you get Shen Zhihan’s inheritance, you can have any man you want. Then Xie Zheng can just be the official brother-in-law; the rest of the male models are up to you. Finding one like Shen Zhihan won’t be hard.”

Such mature, shrewd words coming from a four-year-old were eerie, but the Xia family was used to it.

Besides, to outsiders, Xia Kexuan still appeared as an innocent, carefree child of four.

At that moment, a servant brought over a box of hair ties, all very pretty, but Xia Kexuan glanced over them with disinterest. “I’m tired of these. Sister, let’s go shopping. I want new clothes and hair ties.”

According to the timeline, the book’s young male lead, Sui Yu, was about to enroll at Wen’an International Bilingual Kindergarten.

She couldn’t remember the exact day, so during this period, Xia Kexuan went to kindergarten every day.

She was determined to be the most dazzling presence so that Sui Yu would notice her at once.