Pampered By My Fake Boyfriend's Brother-Chapter 472: Good Child

"Mm, good girl!" Uncle Ma nodded in satisfaction.

The girl in front of him seemed quite unruly, despite their brief conversation, it was clear she had a timid nature.

An Yin looked at the items in her hand, feeling quite uneasy. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at him, "Could you leave a phone number?"

Uncle Ma frowned deeply, a hint of hesitation crossing his mind.

Having been by Mr. Meng’s side, Uncle Ma was accustomed to being cautious, after all, if anyone wanted to find out about Mr. Meng, they could only do so through those around him.

As someone who had been around Mr. Meng for years, Uncle Ma became one of the people others wanted to cozy up to.

However, Uncle Ma had a very peculiar nature; he faced any gesture of goodwill with a cold face, rejecting it. Over time, everyone knew Uncle Ma was tight-lipped, making it impossible to get any information about Mr. Meng from him.

Now, the girl looked at him with innocent and naive eyes, and though Uncle Ma rarely gave out his phone number, his heart softened, and he recited his number.

An Yin listened to the long string of numbers, feeling overwhelmed, quickly saying, "Sorry, I didn’t bring my phone. Could you wait a moment while I borrow a pen from a waiter?"

Next, Uncle Ma watched the girl hurriedly leave, and when she stood before him again, panting, she was holding a pen, "Could you repeat it once more?"

Normally, Uncle Ma would have turned and left; to him, Mr. Meng was the priority, and everything else wasn’t worth considering.

Ultimately, Uncle Ma repeated his phone number. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

An Yin wrote it on the back of her hand with the pen.

"Done." Once she finished, An Yin blinked her big eyes which gleamed with joy as if the phone number meant the world to her.

"Girl, why do you need my number?" Uncle Ma asked purely out of curiosity.

An Yin fluttered her long lashes, her lively eyes shining, and smiled sweetly, "As a keepsake."

Hearing the girl’s teasing words, Uncle Ma didn’t take them to heart.

Actually, the reason An Yin wanted his number was because the elder’s earlier words about being "lonely and helpless" touched her heart.

She wanted to keep his number to perhaps bring some fruit and visit the elder someday, even though her idea was reckless. But seeing the elder’s sorrowful face made her feel a pang of compassion.

It was as if the elder was her long-lost relative! She didn’t understand why she felt that way.

"By the way, I haven’t asked, what’s your name?" Uncle Ma looked at the girl’s face and couldn’t help but get distracted, so he asked her name.

"My name is..."

An Yin had barely said two words when her shoulder was pulled, and she found herself crashing into a man’s strong chest.

Bao Shaojin stood tall beside An Yin, with the girl tightly encircled in his arms, unable to move.

Uncle Ma was surprised by the man’s sudden appearance, but quickly recognized him and addressed him, "Mr. Bao!"

Uncle Ma’s tone was indifferent, noticing the girl struggling within his arms. His expression grew serious, even his eyebrows showing some discontent.

"Bao Shaojin..." An Yin looked up, stunned, meeting his eyes, clearly not expecting him to come looking for her.

Bao Shaojin ignored the girl in his arms, his cold face looking directly at Uncle Ma, "Hello!"

The Meng Family and Bao Family rarely interacted, but for the old servant by Meng Heming’s side, the outside world showed some respect.

"No need to be so formal, Mr. Bao." Uncle Ma nodded and glanced at the girl in his arms, noting her anxious expression. He couldn’t help but add, "The girl is quite delicate, Mr. Bao, you should be gentle with her!"

"Thank you for the reminder." Bao Shaojin’s gaze was dark as he replied.

Seeing the situation before him seemed a bit off, Uncle Ma gave the girl a side glance before walking away leisurely.

Once Uncle Ma left, Bao Shaojin lowered his gaze, meeting the girl’s pure and bright eyes.

"I thought you had gotten lost." Bao Shaojin suddenly said.

At the moment, his cool hand rested on her slender shoulder, and her petite frame was enveloped by his strong body. To an outsider, she seemed nestled in his embrace.

"I’m not silly, how could I get lost?" An Yin took advantage of his distraction to quietly shift, trying to break free from his grasp.

Bao Shaojin could clearly see her little ploy, twisting her around with force, making her face him, "You think you’re smart? Do you know the way back to the room?"

An Yin lowered her head guiltily, looking at him in frustration, "You..."

Under his intense gaze, An Yin had to suppress her dissatisfaction.

She indeed wandered the hall for quite a while; the interior decor seemed similar, and even the corridors looked alike, so it was only natural she got lost, right?

Bao Shaojin noticed her expression, knowing he guessed right. He then saw the things she was holding, "Whose are they?"

Despite her annoyance with him, faced with his question, An Yin replied honestly, "They belong to the old man from earlier."

An Yin noted that the elderly man seemed acquainted with the man beside her, addressing him as "Mr. Bao," which she heard clearly.

Bao Shaojin frowned at her title, "You don’t know him?" If he remembered correctly, Shen Jingrou had brought her to visit Meng Heming at the "An Residence" before, Uncle Ma stayed there often. Did they not meet him then?

"I don’t know him." An Yin blinked, looking innocent.

It seemed his guess was right; she hadn’t seen Uncle Ma during her last visit to the "An Residence."

An Yin noticed his face turning colder and murmured softly, "Are you very familiar with him?"

"Not familiar." Bao Shaojin replied with a menacing undertone, glancing at the items she held, "You should not accept things from others in the future."

His voice was deep and commanding, undeniably authoritative.

An Yin felt her face heat up.

Did he think she was someone who couldn’t refuse small favors or treats?

Thinking of this, she felt a wave of grievance, and she murmured with low spirits, "Then should I return the things you gave me too." It was only after she said it that she realized the implication of her words.

She froze on the spot, gripping the bag tightly, causing the pastries to sway in the air a few times.