Chapter 29 Little Princess, You’re Mine

Shen Junxi’s fingertips caressed the soft, delicate face in his palm—intense gaze, a hint of possessiveness, as if planning to embed her into himself to keep her safe.
Little princess—you’re mine.
Since birth—mine, only mine.
“Nah—Xiaoqian sis doesn’t seem the type to go back!” Duan Chengyu disagreed. “Even if he’s proactive—Junxi ge can be too!”
Zhong Zhe: “Isn’t he proactive enough?”
“Haha—true!” Duan Chengyu snickered. “But maybe not targeted! Junxi ge—listen. With my years of dating experience, a girl like Xiaoqian sis—beautiful, rich—only wants one thing.”
“What?”
Shen Junxi frowned.
“Think—before civilization, no material goods. What male attracts females?”
He rolled up his sleeve, flexing his biceps—hinting.
“Got it?”
Night fell.
Shen’s backyard was romantically decorated—colorful lights, flowers, balloons, creamy fruit wine…
Su Niansheng, sneaking closer with her bag, saw Uncle Shen putting a necklace on Aunt Jian Yan—fixing her hair, holding hands, hugging, taking photos. So sweet!
“Little thief—hiding here?”
A deep voice startled her. “Shen Xiaoxi—are you bored?”
“Better than spying like you.”
“I didn’t want to disturb Uncle and Aunt Jian Yan! Is today their anniversary?”
“No.”
Their noise caught Shen Chenyuan’s attention—he waved. “Xiaoqian, Junxi—come here!”
“Uncle—I and Shen Xiaoxi…” She tried to refuse. Aunt Jian Yan approached. “Xiaoqian—can’t leave. Tonight’s a welcome party for you.”
“Huh? You said no need—this is too grand.”
“How grand? Your arrival is the real surprise.”
Shen Chenyuan: “Xiaoqian—you’re family!”
“Thanks.”
Su Niansheng was led to the table—holding flowers, wearing a crown, a giant pink castle cake before her.
Shen Junxi opened fruit wine, humming. “Clearly a princess~”
“…”
Teasing her.
“Someone’s jealous~”
“Thanks to you—I never get this at home.” He held two bottles—white grape, grapefruit. “Your Highness—which do you like?”
“White grape.”
“Your favorite La Romanee-Conti.” Shen Chenyuan poured for Jian Yan—she smiled. “Thanks, dear.”
Su Niansheng melted. “Uncle Auntie—your relationship is so good!”
Uncle Shen and Aunt Jian Yan were a Beijing legend—love still strong. Uncle Shen doted on her like treasure—unlike her dad…
Before mom died, he pretended to love her—after, not a tear.
“Your Aunt was my first love.”
“First love?” She was curious. “How old were you?”
“Sixteen—met at a business gala.”
“I remember—loud, people toasting me. Only she sat quiet, not even glancing…”
Su Niansheng listened, envious.
Jian Yan looked at her son.
Xiaoqian might not know—when she envies others, someone’s eyes are full of her.
“Ahem~”
She coughed, interrupting Shen Chenyuan’s love story bragging.
He stopped, taking her hint—shifted to their son.
“You don’t know—Junxi wrote in his diary: Mom and Dad are true love, I’m an accident.”
“Haha!” Su Niansheng laughed, asking Shen Junxi. “Really? I didn’t know!”
He scoffed. “You don’t care about me.”
She didn’t.
His diary held secrets she couldn’t know.
“Lies—I know when you lost teeth, even counted days!”
Jian Yan: “Xiaoqian—know Junxi’s first birthday grab?”
“No—I was one, in Mabaqika.”
“You were there.”
Jian Yan smiled, reminiscing.
“Our family laid out items—seal, coins, brush, compass… his favorite toys. Guess what he chose?”
“Um…” Su Niansheng thought. “Soccer?”
“No—you.”
“Huh?” She froze.
“You stood there—he ignored everything, hugged you. No one could pull him away—everyone laughed.”
Su Niansheng smiled, proud. “Shen Xiaoxi—my charm hooked you since childhood?”
“Yes…”
Teased by parents, Shen Junxi touched his ear—rarely shy. “Fascinated—couldn’t help myself.”
Even joking—Su Niansheng felt guilty.
She and Shen Xiaoxi—always close.
But recent years, Shiyu Bai caused gaps. Memories had blanks—like Aunt Jian Yan said, his rebellious phase, bad habits she didn’t know. Duan Chengyu said he’s a pro gamer—she didn’t know.
Felt like missing so much—wanting to make up for it.
She took a glass, added ice, opened fruit wines, cut lemon, added mint.
Shen Junxi watched, leaning in. “Su Xiaoqian—what dark concoction is this?”
“Here.”
She mixed a drink, pushed it to him.
“Custom-made for you.”
“…”
He eyed the red-orange-yellow-green liquid—frowning. “Su Xiaoqian—are you poisoning your childhood sweetheart?”