6 Little Uncle Came to Pick her up from School?!

"Hi, Mom."

"Return home today. Your little uncle came back from abroad."

"But I still have something on." Qiqi was coming back, so she had to make some preparations.

"No!" Her mother's tone was stern, leaving no room for rejection. She then continued, "Your little uncle just came back and has already gone to pick you up. Wait for him outside your school."

"What?! Mom, hello, hello?!"

Staring at the phone after her mother had hung up, a tinge of sadness flashed across An Ge'er's eyes.

Since she was young…. Although her parents' indifference towards her made her bitterly disappointed, it was their favouritism towards An Ruxue that was more hurtful.

Was it only because An Ruxue had suffered a lot outside over the years that they were like that?

They would not hit or scold her, but when they shot her cold piercing glares, An Ge'er would think that those were probably more painful than any sharp weapon…

…

An Ge'er had walked out of the school gate for quite some time, waiting for her so-called 'Little Uncle' to pick her up. Had it not been for her grandpa who would still care for her when she went home, she would not return at all.

After waiting at the school gate for a while, almost everyone had left. There was a Passat, an Audi, and a low-key but conspicuous black Maybach parked by the roadside.

Who was this Little Uncle? She had not seen him in more than ten years and had pretty much forgotten that she had a Little Uncle.

After grumbling inwardly for a while, An Ge'er wondered, Could Little Uncle be waiting for me in one of the cars?

After hesitating for a long time, An Ge'er walked over.

Passing by the first Passat, she saw a middle-aged woman inside. Then, she proceeded to the second car, which was an Audi A6. The car windows were tinted, so she could not see the interior clearly. Thus, she moved closer.

Before she could get a clear look, the car window suddenly wound down. An old Mediterranean man with a beer belly popped up in front of her eyes. An Ge'er was startled, while the old man stared at her pure and beautiful face. Harboring malicious intentions, he sized her up. "Little sister, are you looking for uncle for something?"

An Ge'er's brows furrowed and lips pursed as she walked away.

So shameless. He was older than her dad but still had the audacity to call her little sister?

Her Little Uncle should at most be in his thirties, right?

There was one last car by the roadside, but as An Ge'er looked at the black Maybach, she did not intend to take another step.

Qiqi was a car fanatic, so she had also been influenced by her. That black Maybach was a global limited edition luxurious car worth tens of millions. Even if one was rich, they might not be able to buy it. Hence, she did not think that she would ever directly or indirectly come into contact or be involved with a car like that one day.

An Ge'er made up her mind to wait for another five minutes. If that Little Uncle of hers still did not turn up, she would take a cab home.

She was standing in a spot not far from the Maybach. An Ge'er wondered if it was her hallucination, but she had a nagging feeling that someone in the car was looking at her.

Subconsciously, she looked towards the direction of the car. Through the window, she could dimly make out the side profile of a man—Ink-black short hair and a defined jawline that was exquisite and perfect.

He had a cigarette in his hand, and amidst the lingering smoke, his fuzzy outline gave others a vague, inexplicable feeling.

Decadent and elegant.

An Ge'er was in a daze from staring, and inexplicably, she felt as if she was being bewitched.

Suddenly, the rear window slowly wound down. An Ge'er quickly turned her head away, fearing that the man would catch her red-handed.

The window rolled down, and one hand rested on it. The fingers holding the cigarette were slender like jade, with defined bones. They were unbelievably beautiful.

At that time, An Ge'er was unaware that…

The man was staring at her like a big bad wolf. He watched her as she hesitated like a rabbit.

Only when he saw her reaching out her hand to stop a cab did his gaze turn calm, and his thin lips parted slightly, "Get out."

As soon as the words came out, Dong, who was driving in front, immediately stepped out of the car.

An Ge'er was flagging a cab. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed someone getting out of the car. She unconsciously turned to look in that direction, only to see that person heading straight towards her.

Seeing the dashing young man dressed in a suit standing before her, An Ge'er's eyes involuntarily widened, and she probed, "Little Uncle?"

"Little Uncle?" Dong was puzzled, but he immediately responded, "Your little uncle is in the car; we came to pick you up."

Although he did not know who this 'Little Uncle' was, all he knew was his boss wanted her to get in the car.

In the car?

Instinctively, An Ge'er looked towards the car. Inside was the figure that she had vaguely seen just now…

This car was really her Little Uncle's?

Although An Ge'er was shocked, she quickly calmed down and nodded before following him to the car.

Dong opened the rear door for her, and his fingers considerately hovered above her head to protect it in case she knocked it against something. An Ge'er thanked him before he closed the door.

"You are Little Uncle… Cough…!"

Before she could finish asking, she became overwhelmed by the smoke. Her brows furrowed, and she started coughing. She could not stand the smell of cigarette smoke at all, even if the window was open.

"Not feeling well?" The low and slightly dull voice was enticing, but she found it somewhat familiar.

An Ge'er was still coughing, so she raised her head, intending to wave it off to say that she was okay. In the end, when she caught sight of the other person's face, she instantly screamed, and her face turned deathly pale.

"Open the door; open the door! Let me out!"

Turning around, she quickly tried to open the door. However, no matter how she pushed or hit it, it remained tightly locked.

When she could not open it, she could only hurriedly grab her school bag with one hand and place it in front of her to protect herself. Her face pale, she was panic-stricken and on high alert as she looked at him.

Oh God! Why would she run into him again!

Where was her thirty- or forty-year-old Little Uncle!

The man in front of her looked like he was in his twenties. Furthermore, he was no stranger and was, in fact, the one who she had slapped when she entered the wrong room back then.

When she fled, she even said through gritted teeth that she hoped she would never see this man again in her life. But in the blink of an eye, a month had passed, and not only did he appear, she actually ended up sitting in his car!

An Ge'er's mind was in a mess, and her entire body was in a state of high alert.

"Didn't your family call you to ask you to go home?"

He was frowning slightly when he suddenly turned to look at her and spoke in a dull tone.

"Wh-what?" An Ge'er was stunned, and her eyes widened in disbelief. How did he know that her family had given her a call?

Bo Yan turned his face away and was about to take another puff of his cigarette when he recalled her brows knitting together as she coughed. His eyes flickered, and he inconspicuously put out the cigarette. His voice remained indifferent, even revealing a bit of alienation, as he said, "Didn't you know that your little uncle would be coming to pick you up?"

Little, Little Uncle…

"Know, I know, it's just—" An Ge'er seemed to suddenly remember something, and she froze.

She looked at him, her gaze scrutinizing him from head to toe in complete seriousness…

He, he can't possibly be my…

Bo Yan's cold and indifferent eyes did not even glance at her as he casually uttered, "I'm your little uncle."