Kung Fu Baby with 17 Doting Brothers-Chapter 508: Sincere Eyes

The siblings were completely out of sync at the moment.

Gu Che replied sarcastically, "Then you must be writing scheming novels."

After all, you have such a calculating mind!

A look of surprise crawled onto Tuanzi’s chubby cheeks.

"Then Cousin must be writing very heartwarming stories!"

Gu Che: ▼_▼

This cool young guy watched as his sister eagerly ran up to Wen Li, asking, "Can Miaomiao read the stories Cousin writes? Miaomiao loves reading books!"

In Tuanzi’s eyes, the word ’shy’ doesn’t exist.

In the past, when following the master down the mountain to act heroically, she met many people. At first, she might hide behind the master, peeking around, but after many such encounters, she’d always be the first to rush forward.

Especially since Wen Li is family, Tuanzi was even less restrained, smiling brightly and bringing her chubby face closer, eyes full of anticipation.

"You’ll get to see it when there’s a chance."

No one noticed the slight stiffness in Wen Li’s smile.

Seeing Tuanzi a bit disappointed, he promised, "I’ll show you within a week."

At worst, he’d write a heartwarming story just for her.

But before that, he needed to see how others wrote.

Hearing the promise, Tuanzi cheered up again.

She didn’t understand the nuances between different types of novels. She thought all writers shared some connection and couldn’t help but wonder, "Does Cousin know Mijiu? That teacher who’s great at writing children’s stories."

She clutched her little plump paws to her heart, her big eyes almost emitting little hearts.

"Mijiu must be a very gentle person; Miaomiao truly wants to meet Mijiu."

Wen Li, who was drinking water, choked and coughed several times.

Gu Li, normally unconcerned, surprisingly patted his shoulder.

Usually not straightforward in showing care, Gu Li’s expression was stiff, his voice awkward.

"Drink slowly, don’t choke."

Wen Li, with slightly reddened eyes from coughing, gave him a meaningful glance.

Gu Li immediately felt guilty and averted his gaze, awkwardly suggesting again, "It’s getting late, we should head back."

Tuanzi protested.

"But you just arrived!"

She clutched onto them both.

"The journey here was tough; stay a while longer. After this, Miaomiao will have a program and won’t have time to play with you."

The system couldn’t help but comment.

[Ancient Martial System: They’re here to play with you.]

[Miaomiao: It’s all the same; we play together anyway.]

She suddenly remembered about Mijiu.

"Cousin, your reaction just now, do you really know Mijiu?"

She pointed to her eyes, "Miaomiao’s eyes are bright and clear; if you didn’t know him, you wouldn’t react this way."

Wen Li carefully examined her eyes; the corners were slightly rounded, making her eyes appear large and lively.

"Indeed, quite bright and clear," the young writer showed a troubled expression, pressing his temples with his fingers, "But I promised Mijiu that without his permission, I wouldn’t casually reveal his identity. I don’t want to be someone who breaks promises."

Beside him, one impulsive young man looked at him with a sense of being moved.

Gu Che couldn’t help but squint slightly, observing him carefully. He forgot he’d just recently exposed Ji Zhangzhuo’s true nature, turned to exchange glances with his Second Senior Brother.

The baby-faced young man originally frowned, deep in thought. Noticing Gu Che’s gaze, he deliberately wore a mischievous expression, then lightly touched his chin with a laugh after Gu Che turned away.

The usually stoic Gu Li shivered suddenly.

He resumed his fierce demeanor, but a trace of unease crept into his heart. He looked around; everyone in the living room seemed normal. The eldest, Gu Mo, remained silently eating, Gu Che looked cold, Ji Zhangzhuo focused on his phone.

It must be a misconception, he thought uncertainly.

Tuanzi didn’t notice any of these undercurrents.

She really wanted to know Mijiu’s identity. However, since Wen Li said so, she couldn’t force him to break his promise.

"One must be a person of integrity."

She gave a long sigh, spreading her hands helplessly.

"This means Miaomiao has no fate with Mijiu."

Clearly, she’s a cute little thing, but her pretended maturity, with an adorable contrast, made Wen Li unable to resist pinching her cheek. Even with three pairs of eyes intensely watching his hand, he didn’t withdraw.

"Don’t give up so soon, I can ask for you and see if he wants to reveal his identity."

"Oh, in that case, I must trouble Cousin."

Tuanzi didn’t mind her cheek being pinched at all and enthusiastically offered mochi to Wen Li again.

"Please say lots of good things about Miaomiao, Miaomiao just wants to meet Mijiu, and doesn’t intend to lock Mijiu up for writing stories! You can see the sincerity in Miaomiao’s eyes!"

Wen Li saw the mischief behind the sincerity.

He regretted that the type of novels he excelled at was probably the kind kids avoided, making it useless right now.

The anxious young man seated next to him grew nervous again.

The young professor was entirely focused on eating desserts, occasionally sending a few messages on his phone, all addressed to Gu Chi.

[Met someone today who is a bit like you, but not as kind-hearted.]

He still saw his brother through a very favorable lens. But towards others, he was much clearer. At least, at this moment, his seemingly naive demeanor caught the true character of Wen Li as far less kind than it appeared.

Having enjoyed enough food and praised his brother, Gu Mo gracefully headed home.

Gu Li grew increasingly restless, wanting to leave but too embarrassed to say it again.

Wen Li leisurely savored the pudding gifted by his cousin, glancing at him several times with a sincere tone, "Is there a nail on the sofa?"

Gu Li didn’t dare move.

Wen Li laughed again, "Wow, you’re like a robot; when I speak, you pause. If I speak again, will you start moving?"

Gu Li: (〝▼皿▼)

One was slender and fair, the other robust and defiant. Just by observing their interaction, the former seemed to perfectly dominate the latter.

Gu Che frequently employed his observational skills as an actor, watching for quite a while and drawing many conclusions. He then looked at his sister, still grinning foolishly, and worriedly patted her little head.

"Miaomiao," he advised seriously, "Don’t be too kind; it’s not bad to occasionally think of people in a negative light."

Tuanzi didn’t quite understand, but instinct told her that her second brother was concerned about her, so she promptly patted her chest, "Second brother, don’t worry, Miaomiao is very strong. I won’t let anyone bully me; I can even protect you!"

Gu Che sighed once more, regretting that he joined the group at this time.

Then he reconsidered, realizing his Third Senior Brother would accompany his sister on the show, so maybe he could ask him to keep an eye on Wen Li.

Before dinner, Wen Li and Gu Li left, and the latter breathed a sigh of relief.

During dinner, Gu Che unusually dropped his cool act, enthusiastically serving dishes to Tantai Yi several times.

"Senior Brother, eat more."

Eat well, sleep well, and be energetic enough to bother Wen Li.

He placed great hopes on this senior brother.

Tantai Yi didn’t overthink it. In his view, all of the little junior sister’s family members were exceptionally gentle. He reciprocated the gesture, serving Gu Che a few pieces of food, although rather clumsily.

Gu Che was eager to engage more with this senior; welcoming him warmly, he even ate cilantro, which he disliked. With increased interaction, he couldn’t help but notice his face.

"Third Senior Brother, your face..." Gu Che slightly furrowed his brows, "Did ancient people also use Botox?"