Chapter 335 He Wants to Be Nannan’s Little Fatty

Chapter 335 He Wants to Be Nannan's Little Fatty

The cruel desires that had surged in many of these boys' hearts began to retreat. One of them, trembling with fear, said, "This is the eldest Miss of the Su family. Let's get out of here quickly. If we really kill someone, Xie Changlou won't let us off!"

"Yeah, the Guo family isn't afraid of confronting that corrupt official, but we can't afford to. Let's go..."

The boys urged each other to leave. Unlike Guo Yi, they did not have such powerful backgrounds. Even when bullying Xie Yuan, they only engaged in minor pranks—splashing ink or throwing bugs. They were not as daring as Guo Yi; their actions just now were driven by a momentary surge of malice. Now that they had come to their senses, how could they not be terrified?

Guo Yi, however, stared at the little girl for a long time.

Little Su Youyue, who was barely four years old, saw him not leaving and thought they still wanted to bully someone. She looked around and suddenly ran to the nearby riverbank, scooped up some mud, and threw it at the group of boys. "I'll smash you, you bullies!"

Although mud wasn't particularly harmful, the boys feared getting their clothes dirty and scattered, finally releasing Xie Yuan.

"Miss, Miss..." The maidservant Jin'er and the elderly women had just caught up.

Guo Yi reluctantly retracted his eager gaze, a hint of regret on his face. "Xie Yuan, you're lucky today. Wait for me next time!"

With a sneer, he led the other boys away.

Seeing them finally leave, little Su Youyue took a deep breath and hurried over. Looking at the filthy boy on the ground, she asked, "Little beggar, are you okay? Don't be afraid, I've chased those bullies away!"

Young Xie Yuan seemed not to hear her calling him a "little beggar." He lifted his head dazedly, looking at his savior.

By then, the sky had brightened, and the dark clouds had dispersed. Yet, he couldn't see her face clearly; all he saw was the striking red dress and her snow-white skin against it.

In a trance, he thought, _My savior has such a nice voice..._

Is she called Nannan?

Little Su Youyue wiped her hands and tried to help the filthy boy up. But despite using all her strength, she couldn't lift the chubby boy and ended up falling on her bottom instead.

"You little fatty, you sure are heavy. Where do you find a beggar as fat as you?" she muttered discontentedly.

Young Xie Yuan blushed instantly and quickly got up, brushing the dirt off his clothes: "I'm not a beggar."

But there was too much dust and mud on him, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't clean himself up.

Seeing his strong reaction, the little girl nodded. "Okay, little fatty, don't be scared. I'm the eldest Miss of the Su family. From now on, I'll protect you. If anyone dares to bully you again, come find me! I'll take care of them!"

Young Xie Yuan was stunned. Rubbing his eyes, he thought, _How could I need protection from a little girl? Am I even a man?_

But just as he was about to shake his head, he saw the little girl's face.

How could there be such a beautiful little girl in this world? She didn't seem made of flesh and blood but rather sculpted from snow. Her round face, eyes like two sparkling black gems, and lips like a small cherry—such a delicate and lovely girl, one would be afraid to hold her for fear of breaking her.

Young Xie Yuan couldn't bear to refuse her. He feared that if he did, she might disappear as suddenly as she appeared.

He wanted to see her again.

Before he could speak, little Su Youyue spoke again. "Little fatty, what's your name? If you come to our mansion and mention your name, I promise I'll meet you!"

Just as young Xie Yuan was about to answer, he suddenly became nervous. His chubby hand retreated into his sleeve, and he stammered, "J-just call me little fatty!"

Then, he turned and ran away.

If she knew who he was, she might hate him like everyone else...

He used to fear others knowing he was his father's son, but never as much as he did now.

He was afraid she would know.

Little Su Youyue watched the little fatty run away and exclaimed, "Oh no! I haven't even cleaned his wounds yet!"

The nanny and Jin'er had already rushed over, panting and hurriedly helping their young miss.

"Miss, let's go back quickly. If you get wet, the matriarch and the master will worry!"

Little Su Youyue pouted. "Okay, we can't make Grandma and Father worry about Nannan."

She obediently followed them back, unaware that as soon as she turned around, young Xie Yuan cautiously peeked out from behind a tree, watching her leave. His chubby face was full of disappointment.

"Nannan..."

He called her name, which felt sweet and soft, making his heart flutter.

He wanted to be her friend.

A lifelong friend.

But if she knew his identity, she probably wouldn't want to be friends with him, right?

Before they knew who he was, people were willing to play with him, but once they found out, they treated him like a disgusting bug, refusing to speak to him and joining Guo Yi in bullying him...

Young Xie Yuan felt like crying but held back, staring blankly at the direction Nannan had gone.

Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind.

If Nannan didn't know his identity, she would be willing to be his friend, right?

At this thought, young Xie Yuan's eyes lit up.

Yes, he would be Nannan's little fatty!

Definitely...

Xie Mansion remained as gloomy and oppressive as ever. The walls were grayish-white, the tiles grayish-blue, and few flowers or trees grew within its high walls, which enclosed people inside like a prison. This desolate atmosphere seemed to permeate every living being in Xie Mansion, even the birds in Yanjing rarely flew over it, as if the residence carried a deathly aura.

For the first eight years of his life, Xie Yuan's existence seemed as colorless as the old mansion of Xie Mansion.

After the age of eight, his life was imbued with an indelible hue that would last a lifetime.

He began to understand.

Xie Mansion was gray and white.

Nuan Nuan was colorful.

After class, he started to seek out any information he could find about Miss Su.

He learned that Nuan Nuan was just her nickname; her name was Su Youyue.

It meant new moon—the tender yellow moon that had just emerged from the clouds on the fifteenth, a faint crescent, the moonlight he would search for in his dreams every night from then on.

But he preferred to call her Nuan Nuan.

This sweet and sticky name, whenever he whispered it in his heart, made him feel they were the closest of all people in the world.

Nuan Nuan was colorful in his heart, but he always wrestled with whether she was the crimson red like cinnabar or the white like the moon.

Later on, he stopped arguing with himself.