He wasn’t lacking in ans to crack the suitcase’s lock; what he lacked was ti.
He had to figure out what was inside the box before Ji Weitian returned—ti was of the essence!
Qin Nanyu flipped through Little Glutinous Rice Dumpling’s ledger once more but failed to find the answer he sought. Then it occurred to him that Yaoyao, being so clever, wouldn’t need to note down a three-digit combination.
Qin Nanyu put the ledger aside and quietly sat next to her, leaning down and calling out softly, "Yaoyao, I’m Daddy."
"Daddy’s silly..." Little Glutinous Rice Dumpling heard his voice and turned her small body with a plop, murmuring with disdain.
Qin Nanyu: "..."
Was this the image his daughter had of him?
He felt the need to clarify.
Calming his emotions, Qin Nanyu spoke again, "Yaoyao, can you tell Daddy what your suitcase password is?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than Little Glutinous Rice Dumpling, who was sleeping soundly monts before, suddenly opened her eyes wide as if a sensitive nerve had been touched.
Her big, pitch-black eyes stared straight at him.
After three seconds, as if affirming the man before her ant no harm, she closed her eyes and fell back asleep.
Qin Nanyu’s heart fluttered, thinking he would not get the answer and that he might have to try every combination from triple zero to triple nine. But then, Little Glutinous Rice Dumpling suddenly pouted her lips.
She whispered three numbers to him, squinting her eyes slightly open and cautiously reminded,
"The password is very important, Daddy can’t tell anyone else, okay?"
Qin Nanyu: "..."
He wouldn’t tell anyone; he just wanted to open the suitcase himself.
Making sure that Little Glutinous Rice Dumpling had indeed fallen asleep, Qin Nanyu tiptoed back to the suitcase and entered the three numbers he had heard.
With a "click," the suitcase opened.
As Qin Nanyu had suspected, although the case was light, it wasn’t empty.
In a zipped compartnt, there was a brown paper bag.
Taking out the bag, he discovered at the very top a design sketch that looked like a children’s watch.
Qin Nanyu didn’t delve into the details, set it aside, and continued to look deeper.
Until he saw two DNA test reports pressed at the bottom of the file bag—
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"Is Sis awake? I brought her favorite strawberry cake." Ruirui, the mont he returned to the villa, held the cake box and dashed toward Little Glutinous Rice Dumpling’s room.
Not finding anyone there, he stopped short, turned around, and ran to the living room.
"Mom, Sis seems to have disappeared..."
Ji Weitian stepped forward, noting that Little Glutinous Rice Dumpling was not in the living room or her bedroom. Her heart just lifted when the butler, who entered a step behind them, hurriedly spoke up.
"The young miss has already woken up, she’s upstairs with Young Master Yu."
Without a word, Ruirui ran upstairs with the cake; Ji Weitian didn’t want to see Qin Nanyu, but her son insisted on dragging her along. Not wanting to disappoint the little one, she could only accompany him upstairs.
They searched the master bedroom and found no one.
Ji Weitian continued to lead her son towards the study.
Just as they approached the study door, laughter emanated from the room.
Qin Nanyu sohow managed to coax the girl, and Little Glutinous Rice Dumpling’s giggles filled the air.
For so reason, instead of feeling relieved, Ji Weitian’s nerves suddenly tensed. It was as if that laughter signified so secret agreent between father and daughter, concocting to sell her off... The thought made her scalp tingle!
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