The boss of a wealthy family is too clingy, and the beautiful secretary wants to quit

The nanny gently advised: "Be good, Mr. and Mrs. will be worried if they can't find us. Play with little brother next time, okay?"

An Qian thought about it, and finally nodded and compromised.

She turned her head and looked at the little boy deeply. A trace of reluctance flashed in her eyes, but then she smiled warmly. She took off the gold and jade necklace hanging around her neck and put it into the little boy's hand.

"Little brother, this is the necklace my great grandfather gave me. It can keep you safe. I'm giving it to you."

The little boy froze, staring down at the necklace in his hand.

"No..." The nanny was so scared that sweat broke out on her forehead. The jewelry on the little princess of the Jiang family was very expensive.

The little princess had been wearing this necklace around her neck when she was her nanny. It must be priceless.

If she gave it away, would the Jiang family misunderstand that they stole it?

I'm afraid I won't be able to explain myself by then.

No, no, you have to take it back.

"Baby, this is a gift from the old man, you can't give it to others..." She was eager to take back the necklace, with a hint of pleading in her voice.

An Qian pouted and a hint of stubbornness flashed in her eyes.

"This is my stuff, you can give it away!"

After saying that, she held the nanny's hand tightly, then waved her little hand and said goodbye to the little boy with her back.

"Bye, little brother!" Her voice drifted gently in the wind, but was clearly heard by the little boy.

Nanny: Woo... How am I going to explain this to Director Jiang later?

The little boy stood there, tightly holding the necklace in his hand, watching An Qian and the nanny walking away until they completely disappeared from his sight.

In this lead-like sorrow, a ray of warm light shines into his world.

-

After Jiang Huainian and An Ran came out of the Po Lin Monastery, they took their two children to worship the Big Buddha.

The Temple of Heaven Buddha is very popular. The ninety-nine steps under the Buddha are like a ladder leading to a holy world.

An Heng walked halfway and couldn't walk anymore. He grabbed Jiang Huainian's clothes with both hands, blinked his big eyes, and said in a baby voice: "Daddy, hug me~ I can't walk anymore!"

His pouting little mouth, coupled with that aggrieved little expression, is enough to melt one's heart.

Jiang Huainian shook his head pretending to be serious, but the corners of his mouth could not help but rise. He squatted down and chuckled, "I'll give you more exercise when you get home. You can't even walk a few steps." Having said that, he still gently picked up his son.

An Qian held her mother An Ran's hand tightly and walked in front, skipping and jumping.

"Mom, I'm much better than my brother!" She looked back proudly at An Heng who was held by his father, her eyes sparkling with pride.

An Heng was immediately unhappy when he heard this. He struggled in his father's arms and tried to sit up. His little face was puffed up: "Humph, when I grow up, I can climb up by myself, and faster than you!"

An Qian turned around playfully, stuck out her tongue, and made a face: "Hey, I will always be the elder sister, I am better than you!"

An Heng became even more unconvinced, and the two of them kept arguing all the way until they finally arrived at the foot of the giant Buddha.

Gazing at the compassionate and solemn face, Jiang Huainian and An Ran led the children to put their hands together, close their eyes and pray.

An Qian clasped her hands tightly together, and there was a firmness between her tender fingers that could not be ignored. Her little face was slightly tilted upwards, her eyes were closed, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly.

She secretly opened one eye, her eyeballs rolling around, and looked quietly at the little guy beside her.

"Brother, you have to be as serious as I am!" She lowered her voice so that only the two of them could hear it.

An Heng immediately closed his eyes and clasped his hands together.

The two of them look extremely cute.

After leaving the Tian Tan Buddha, the family strolled in the warm sunshine.

An Ran held her daughter's hand and asked softly, "Baby, what wishes did you make?"

An Qian's eyes lit up, and a brilliant smile blossomed on her little face. She thought for a moment, then said mysteriously, "My wish is that my mom, dad, grandpa, grandma, great-grandpa, and grandpa and grandma-in-law are all healthy. Also, my little brother is happy."

"Little brother?" An Ran asked in confusion.

Jiang Huainian's originally smiling face suddenly became subtle after hearing the word "little brother", and the corners of his mouth drooped slightly.

"What little brother?"

An Qian whispered, "I just met a little brother on the steps. He looked so lonely and pitiful. He told me that his parents had gone to heaven. So, my wish is that the little brother can be happy and be like me now every day, with many people loving him and playing with him."

Jiang Huainian frowned, squatted down, looked at his daughter at eye level, and said gently and seriously: "Don't talk to strangers casually."

"But, Dad, he is really sad..." An Qian's voice was filled with a hint of grievance, and she pouted.

At this time, the nanny beside him whispered, "Sir, Qianqian, she also gave him a necklace."

"Where did you get the necklace?" Jiang Huai asked in a young voice.

An Qian An Qian lowered her head, her small hands rubbing the corners of her clothes anxiously, her voice as thin as a thread: "The one hanging around my neck was given to me by my great-grandfather."

That necklace was not only the first gift Jiang Hongxi gave her, but also priceless.

She just gave it to a stranger like that, and Jiang Huai was very angry.

He tried to make his tone sound calmer: "How can you just give away the necklace that your great grandfather gave you?"

An Qian's little mouth pouted unconsciously, and her big eyes were instantly filled with tears, as if they would burst at the slightest touch.

She looked up at her father, full of innocence and grievance: "I... I just saw that little brother was so sad. He has no parents, so I just want to make him happier..."

Jiang Huaian's heart softened instantly. He realized that his tone might be too harsh and sighed softly.

"Qianqian, your intention is good, and Dad knows you want to help others. However, some things are very precious and cannot be given away casually."

An Qian's aggrieved mood eased a little and she nodded vigorously.

An Ran asked softly, "Do you want to go find that child and bring him back?"

Jiang Huainian shook his head and looked towards Baolian Temple with deep eyes, "No need, Baolian Temple is not open to the public today. The child who can appear here is very likely the child of the Ji family."

An Ran nodded, turned to look at An Qian, gently bent down, gently held An Qian's cheeks with both hands, gently stroked her soft hair, and her voice was so soft that it seemed like water could drip out.

"Qianqian, your intention is good, but next time you have to remember that you can't just give away the gifts that others give you to others. You can use your own pocket money to buy things as gifts, understand?"

There was a gleam of sudden enlightenment in An Qian's big eyes, and she nodded vigorously.