Chapter 92 You You Also Likes Ducks

Chapter 92: You You Also Loves Ducks

Before this, Pei Xu had already learned to disregard how others treated him.

Fortunately, Brother Xiao Tang often brought You You over to play, so the time he spent alone with the nanny wasn't actually very long.

While the two little ones played with toy cars in the room, the nanny stood guard at the door.

This was also Uncle's instruction: she was to keep a constant watch over Pei Xu.

That's how Pei Qiqi accidentally overheard the nanny talking on the phone.

"What's so good about it? You have no idea how difficult these rich kids are to handle—they have no manners at all. They run downstairs before dawn, making all that noise. If it weren't for the high pay, I would've quit long ago..."

Pei Qiqi, gripping the doorknob, froze.

He hadn't made any noise, nor was he ill-mannered.

It was the nanny who had been rude first. It was the nanny who had disliked him first.

Uncle had said he was a well-behaved child, not a difficult one.

Pei Qiqi pressed his lips tightly together, his brows deeply furrowed.

He hated these adults; they were very, very bad.

After that day, Pei Qiqi's aversion to the nanny became even more pronounced.

He refused to eat the food she prepared and would only speak when Uncle returned home.

No matter what the nanny said, he wouldn't respond, just staring at her, as if wondering why she had suddenly become a different person.

She would smile sweetly and act gently in front of Uncle, but when Uncle wasn't home, she would change completely.

Hua Zhao's mind reeled upon hearing this, suddenly feeling that her decision to dismiss the previous nanny had been absolutely correct.

She reached out, picked up Pei Qiqi, and carried him to the sofa to sit down.

Having seen news reports about nannies mistreating children before, Hua Zhao immediately lifted Pei Qiqi's clothes and pants to carefully check for any injuries.

Pei Qiqi said calmly, "Auntie, I'm not hurt."

The nanny wouldn't dare lay a finger on him; otherwise, he would have told Uncle long ago.

For a four-year-old, Pei Qiqi had actually sought help from his teachers when he was first bullied.

However, the teachers at the full-time kindergarten were all snobbish, and children whose parents weren't involved didn't receive much attention.

When Pei Qiqi was ganged up on by several children, the teacher never took his side to protect him.

Instead, she would say, "Why do they only bully you and not others? It must be your fault."

Over time, he lost trust in teachers and gradually learned to protect himself in his own way.

If someone disliked him, he would simply keep his distance, and they would eventually get bored and stop bothering him.

If only one or two people bullied him, he would fight back fiercely, making sure they never dared to provoke him again.

Pei Qiqi was held tightly by his aunt.

Hua Zhao now disregarded the psychologist's advice about taking things gradually; her heart ached for this poor child.

"Qiqi, Auntie is very happy that you've learned to protect yourself in your own way,"

Hua Zhao said, her eyes welling with tears as she cupped Pei Qiqi's tender little face, her voice choked. "From now on, you can try to trust your uncle and me. We will always love and protect you, and we will never let you suffer any harm."

Although the nanny didn't dare do anything to Qiqi in a house full of surveillance cameras, the occasional emotional outbursts and harsh words still hurt him.

Hua Zhao was very beautiful. Pei Qiqi's memory of his mother was blurry, but in his heart, a mother should be like his auntie—even when crying, she looked beautiful.

He had already forgotten when he last saw his mother.

Pei Qiqi nodded solemnly, not doubting his auntie's words in the slightest.

He didn't cry, but Hua Zhao cried almost uncontrollably, her tears flowing like an open floodgate.

She was still wearing an apron that carried a faint scent of scallions.

Pei Xu, held in her arms, smelled the rich, fragrant scent of fried scallions coming from her.

He knew that Auntie had made green onion pancakes for him today—his favorite kind of pancake.

By the time Pei Yi came downstairs, Hua Zhao, who had been immersed in sorrow earlier, had already composed herself.

The bright-faced woman rested her cheek on one hand, looking lovingly at the child eating breakfast across from her.

Pei Yi was startled by her puffy, red eyes. Sitting down, he grabbed a pancake and popped it into his mouth, asking, "Why are your eyes so red?"

Pei Qiqi felt that Uncle's tone wasn't very nice, showing no concern for Auntie at all.

He put down his green onion pancake and said seriously, "Auntie woke up very early to make breakfast for us. Uncle, Auntie worked very hard."

Hua Zhao's heart melted. She gave him another small pancake from the plate.

Pei Yi chuckled, "Wife, you've worked hard. I'll cook today—your task is to play with Qiqi."

Pei Qiqi quickly ate three green onion pancakes, wiped his mouth and hands clean with a tissue, then hopped off his stool, politely said goodbye to his uncle and auntie, and went to the living room to look at photos.

After he left, Pei Yi, who had been enjoying his food, suddenly got smacked on the head.

"All you do is eat! You didn't even know Qiqi was being mistreated by the nanny!"

"What?!"

It was like a bolt from the blue.

Pei Yi slammed his hand on the table and stood up, ready to make a phone call immediately, but Hua Zhao pulled him back down to sit.

Facing his wife's reproachful gaze, Pei Yi said mournfully, "But I hired a highly-rated nanny—the kind with no bad reviews!"

Hua Zhao had already calmed down and was now very composed.

"We can't let this go. Today, you need to check the security cameras and gather all the evidence."

"Even if we can't send her to jail, we must make sure she'll never work as a nanny again!"

Pei Yi was struck by his wife's commanding presence and buried his head in her arms. "Wife, you're so wonderful. Without you, what would Qiqi and I do?"

Just as Hua Zhao had told Pei Xu, she gave him ample patience and love.

Pei Qiqi was visibly improving; the dad figures he drew were no longer distorted lines.

In the hospital's children's play area, if a child approached him with a friendly greeting, he would lift his chin and pull up the corner of his mouth toward that child.

That was just his way of acknowledging them.

Dr. Du no longer limited his 'treatment' to the consultation room. He would take Qiqi to the hospital pond to watch the ducks swim and the fish flick their tails in the clear water.

"You You also loves ducks. He has five ducks in his bathtub."

His desire to share was growing, especially when it came to boasting about his good friend Su Youli to Dr. Du.

Dr. Du would always join in praising You You, saying how he'd really like to meet that super cute little one.

Pei Qiqi found it a bit strange. Dr. Du seemed only a little older than his uncle—how come he doesn't use the internet?

"Uncle Du, You You is on TV. You can watch him there."