Chapter Twenty-Three: Grandpa

“You little chubby girl, you say you’re timid, yet you’re not afraid of toads or snakes.”

“You say you have backbone, but you admit defeat right away!”

Lou Dalang stared blankly at Wang Heng, curled his right index finger, and tapped her forehead. “Chubby girl, tell me, what kind of temperament do you really have?”

“Ouch!” Wang Heng hurriedly covered her forehead, her childish voice soft and sweet.

It was as if a feather gently brushed across Lou Dalang’s hard heart.

“Does it hurt that much? I didn’t use much force!” Lou Dalang was accustomed to mischief. Whether it was toward his siblings or servants and guards in the Lou family, he hit or scolded as he pleased. When his temper flared, whatever he grabbed would be thrown without hesitation.

Many cried and begged for mercy, some even knelt, but Lou Dalang only felt satisfaction, never guilt or pity.

Yet now, hearing the chubby girl’s tender, sweet voice, Lou Dalang felt a strange sensation.

He couldn’t say what it was, so he continued to mask his discomfort with a gruff demeanor.

He reached out, pried Wang Heng’s little hand away, and saw her fair, delicate forehead—soft as bean curd—marked with a bright red spot.

That… turned red already?

He truly hadn’t used much force.

“…Well, who told you to be so delicate? Just a gentle touch, and you bruise!” Lou Dalang continued awkwardly to justify himself.

Anyone familiar with him would be astonished to hear such words—

The little tyrant of the Lou family was infamous for his unr