<h4>Chapter 287: Brother Jiu: No One Can Bully Her (3)</h4> <h4><strong>Trantor: </strong>Henyee Trantions <strong> Editor: </strong>Henyee Trantions</h4>


    Yu Wan was still sobbing. “It’s broad daylight… Aren’t you afraid ofmitting sexual acts in broad daylight…”


    “Shut up!”


    Yu Wan stopped talking. She pulled up his sleeves to wipe her tears and was about to wipe her nose.


    “Don’t wipe your snot!”


    Yu Wan lowered his sleeve resentfully.


    Yan Jiuchao took out a clean white handkerchief and was about to wipe it for her when she brought it over herself.


    “Get up,” Yan Jiuchao said seriously.


    Since she was fine, there was no need to hug anymore. It was broad daylight. It was indeed… indeed too outrageous.


    Yu Wan did not get up.


    “Yu Ah Wan!”


    Yan Jiuchao called her fiercely, but Yu Wan still did not react. Yan Jiuchao looked down and saw that the girl had already fallen asleep in his arms. The fierce expression disappeared from his brows. Yan Jiuchao ced her on the soft bed, took off her shoes and socks, and pulled the nket over her.


    She breathed evenly and slept soundly.


    Yan Jiuchao looked at her quietly. Suddenly, he bent down and gently kissed her forehead. In the next second, his ears turned red.


    … .


    Yan Jiuchao naturally had a way to know about the manor. After hearing Shadow Six’s report, Yan Jiuchao’s face darkened. He did not know when the madam of the Young Master Manor had fallen to the point of being angered by a maidservant.


    There was also the matter of those little brats.


    No one could make her suffer, not even the little brats.


    Fifteen minutester, Yan Jiuchao sat on the armchair in Qingfeng Courtyard. The nannies walked out with a few bowls of steaming porridge. When they saw Yan Jiuchao, they all went forward and bowed.


    “Where are you going?” Yan Jiuchao looked at the porridge in their hands and asked.


    The most experienced of the three, Madam Li, walked forward and replied with a smile, “Young Master, we’re going to Zhuyue Pavilion. The little masters want to eat.”


    Yan Jiuchao said indifferently, “Do they have to go to the Zhuyue Pavilion to eat?”


    Madam Li smiled awkwardly. “The little masters… refuse to eat. They have to get Miss Su to feed them.”


    Yan Jiuchao gave Shadow Thirteen a look, and Shadow Thirteen turned around. After a while, he returned with three little munchkins in his hands.


    “Put them down,” Yan Jiuchao said.


    Shadow Thirteen ced the little munchkins on the ground.


    Yan Jiuchao had long asked the nannies to leave. The table, stool, and porridge were ced beside him. Yan Jiuchao said indifferently, “Eat.”


    The three of them did not eat.


    Yan Jiuchao threatened coldly, “Do you want to eat your food or eat my fists?”


    … Eat, eat food.


    The three little fellows sat down aggrievedly, picked up the spoon, and finished it all under their father’s abuse.


    After dinner, they could leave, right?


    “Stop.” Yan Jiuchao called out to the three of them indifferently. “You’ll y here.”


    The three of them nodded and walked towards Su Mu’s three swings. However, before they could climb up, Yan Jiuchao gave a look and Shadow Thirteen tore down the swings.


    The three of them looked at their father in confusion. There was no more swing. What were they ying?


    Suddenly, Shadow Six came over with three old wooden horses. They were broken and tattered, and one of them had lost its head.


    The three of them felt their hair stand on end. Yiyaya! It was so ugly! They didn’t want it!


    Yan Jiuchao said with a cold gaze, “Do you want to ride the horse or get beaten up?”


    … Ride, ride the horse.


    The three of them rode the wooden horse aggrievedly.


    Yan Jiuchao kicked their wooden horse. “Have fun. Don’t let your mother see you looking so dejected.”


    It was fine if he forced them to ride a horse, but he even forced them tough… They were clearly still a baby.


    … .


    Yu Wan slept until the sun set. The three little fellows were already tired from ying and had slept. However, they woke up earlier than Yu Wan.


    Yan Jiuchao was sitting in a wheelchair with the three little fellows standing obediently beside him. It seemed like they had already been taught a lesson.


    Yu Wan looked at the four of them in a daze. “What… is wrong?”


    Yan Jiuchao nced at his son and said, “Go tell your mother yourself. What’s going on with you guys these few days?”


    Yu Wan looked at the pitiful expressions of the three of them and asked with heartache, “You punished them?”


    Yan Jiuchao snorted coldly. “Will they tell the truth without punishment?”


    Yu Wan gasped. “You…”


    How could he bear to punish the children after they had suffered so much in Yan Ruyu’s hands?


    The three of them pulled a piece of white paper to the bed and did not dare to look up at Yu Wan.


    “What is this?” Yu Wan looked at the white paper in their hands and asked. She had not let them practice calligraphy for a long time. Could it be that these little fellows were frightened by their father and went to write “People of Knife” again?


    The three of them did not say anything.


    “Can I take a look?” Yu Wan asked gently.


    The three of them hesitated.


    Yu Wan patted their heads. “It’s fine if you don’t want to show it to me…”


    Halfway through, the three of them took out the white paper in their hands. The ink on it looked like earthworms crawling over it. It was crooked, but she could vaguely make out a line of words. It was their new words—


    Happy birthday, Mother.


    Yu Wan’s heart trembled.


    Yan Jiuchao had just been shocked, but he had already calmed down. He snorted angrily. “It’s almost your birthday. Don’t you know?”


    Why did she think he rushed back after exhausting a few horses? For a ride?


    Of course, Yu Wan did not know that her birthday wasing soon. There was no such thing as a birthday in her memory.


    Yu Wan did not care about her birthday. Her eyes were filled with the word ‘mother’. They had called her mother. In their hearts, she was no longer Wanwan, no longer Miss Yu, but their mother. They had epted her.


    Because they couldn’t speak, they could only learn to write on paper.


    She did not allow them to practice calligraphy, so no one in the entire manor dared to teach them how to write, except… Su Mu.


    Yan Jiuchao snorted and said, “I wanted to wait a few more days before telling you, but I can see that you’re so sad…”


    Yu Wan smiled through her tears. She was not sad anymore. Not at all.


    “Don’t be sad,” Yu Wan said to her sons.


    The little fellows wanted to surprise her, but their father had ruined it. They must be holding a grudge. As expected, the little fellows had resentful expressions. However, after being taught a lesson by their father, they knew that her actions had hurt Yu Wan’s heart. They lowered their heads.