When I was three, my enemies threw me into the mountains.
Everyone thought I was sure to die.
Three years later, when my family found me, this was what they saw:
A pack of wolves warming my feet, a black bear picking fruit for me, and a tiger lying on the ground as my cushion.
The animals from the entire mountain were gathered in a neat circle, as if protecting their queen.
After I was brought home, my whole family went into overdrive spoiling me.
My cold-faced CEO big brother learned to mix formula and change diapers. My top-tier star second brother ran home in the middle of a concert to sing me a lullaby. My genius hacker third brother hacked into a satellite just to find my lost rag doll. Even my uncle, rumored to have killed countless people, knelt on one knee and let me ride him like a horse.
They thought I was just a sweet, gullible three-year-old.
Until the day my enemies showed up with dozens of men.
My family grabbed whatever they could find and prepared to fight to the death. My eight-year-old cousin stood in front of me, holding up his toy sword.
I sighed.
The next second, alarms went off across the entire city.
The zoo gates were smashed open, and the walls of the stray animal shelter came crashing down. Flocks of birds blotted out the sky, and the ground shook beneath pounding hooves. Lions, tigers, wolves, wild boars, stray dogs, city pigeons... A mass of animals poured in from every direction, surrounding the courtyard so completely that nothing could get through.
The enemy leader's legs went weak.
I hugged my baby bottle and tilted my head, blinking innocently.
"What did you just say... you were going to do to me?"
Behind me, a Siberian tiger took one step forward.
A beloved three-year-old x Queen of the Animals
My whole family spoils me, and the animals
It looks good, just pamper Nian Bao like this😘