Chapter 8: The Craving of Ling Wei

That hateful voice sounded unusually jarring and abrupt in the quiet little room: “Hey, what a loser! Your parents aren’t even gone for good. Loser! Tangyuan, little Tangyuan, white and plump Tangyuan.”

The little cocoon suddenly burst open, and the tiny figure crawled out angrily from beneath the silken quilt. “You filthy rascal, you’re the one who’s useless! You’re the most useless! You don’t even dare show your face! Hmph, I don’t want you here! Go away!”

“Hehe, little Tangyuan’s angry, huh? How adorable. Why do you look so good when you’re mad? I like you just like this; it really cheers me up,” the mischievous boy’s voice rang out again.

This time, the little one was truly furious. “You filthy rascal! Go away! Get lost, you annoying pest!”

That pest had just been teasing her! Don’t think she’s too young to understand—what he said was clearly toying with her! Don’t underestimate her; just because she’s little doesn’t mean she can be bullied or teased! Whenever she was idle in the mansion, she had already listened to all the popular plays on the market.

That pest was nothing but a cad, and she, Zhan Tai Lingwei, refused to play with such scoundrels.

“Hehe, little chubby, little Tangyuan, little fat pig, Tangyuan, chubby, fat pig…” The boy was determined to drag the little one into his game, throwing out all sorts of unflattering nicknames.

This time, she was thoroughly provoked! Filthy rascal! If it weren’t for him, she’d never have ended up with such a ridiculous nickname as Tangyuan! Old grudges and new hatred fueled her fighting spirit to soar wildly.

The unnamed boy laughed proudly, “What’s wrong, little Tangyuan? Feeling moved? Come, come into my arms.”

The little one flipped off the bed and searched every corner of the room, inside and out, leaving no nook unexplored, but she couldn’t find that hateful pest anywhere. It made her furious!

The pest, afraid she wouldn’t find him, kindly guided her to a spot, announcing, “Little Tangyuan, find me, and I’ll take you out to play. Come on, I’m right here, yes, right here.”

“Little one, you’re too slow. You can’t find me? Hurry up, run faster!”

“Oh dear, little one, you just tripped. Are you going to cry? Such a crybaby, just a child after all.”

“Not bad, little Tangyuan, I’m right here. Come find me.”

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Exhausted, the little one collapsed to the ground, her round eyes glaring fiercely out the window. Damn brat, that filthy pest! Sob, her tummy was so hungry. She rubbed her little belly. Filthy pest.

Ah, what was that delicious smell? Her little nose twitched softly, following the scent—it was so fragrant! Looking down at her sunken belly, she suddenly sprang up and began inching toward the aroma.

Stepping out of her room, she saw nearby, hanging from a big tree, a golden roasted chicken! Roasted chicken! It looked so delicious. Hmm, what to do? Should she eat it?

Daddy and mommy said she couldn’t just eat things she found, but… but it smelled so good, far better than what Aunt Wang made. She tried hard to suppress the drool welling up in her mouth, but she couldn’t help it—she wanted to eat it!

Unconsciously, tempted by the temptation, the little one had long forgotten her parents’ earnest teachings, only thinking of satisfying her craving.

She ran under the big tree, looking up at the roasted chicken not far above her, still giving off that enticing aroma. She made a wild decision: she would climb the tree to get the roasted chicken!

But within a minute, her enthusiasm faded. How could she have forgotten she couldn’t climb trees? Sob sob, roasted chicken, goodbye.