My seniority is extraordinary: I was only eight years old when the whole village came to wish me a H

An eerie silence fell over the carriage.

Su Qinghuan stood there, unsure whether to go forward or backward, feeling like a protagonist on stage who had been hit over the head with a club, forgetting even her lines.

Her brain was working at lightning speed.

Who is this child?

Who are these three men in black?

That scene was so shocking.

That wasn't just ordinary command and obedience; it was a kind of ingrained, almost instinctive compliance.

Could it be... that this child is the true owner?

The moment this absurd thought popped into her head, Su Qinghuan found it laughable.

What kind of aura could an eight-year-old kid have to make such a fierce person, who clearly isn't a good guy, so obedient?

You're definitely overthinking it.

Perhaps these three bodyguards were simply exceptionally well-trained and strictly followed the young master's every command.

Yes, that must be it.

At this moment, Wu You, the "little brat" who was being watched by everyone, finally slowly put down the thread-bound book in his hand.

He raised his head, his dark eyes calmly gazing at Su Qinghuan.

What kind of eyes were those?

Profound and serene, devoid of any of the innocence and curiosity expected of an eight-year-old child, he was like a bottomless ancient well, containing a sense of vicissitude and wisdom completely incongruous with his age.

Staring into those eyes, Su Qinghuan felt as if she had been seen through from the inside out.

Her little schemes and professional pretense seemed like a joke in front of those eyes.

"Are you live streaming?" Wu You asked, her voice still a clear, childlike voice, but her tone was like that of an adult.

Su Qinghuan snapped out of her daze, quickly nodded, and forced what she thought was her most professional smile:

"Yes...yes, little one. I'm a host on Strawberry TV. We're doing a program about going home for Chinese New Year. Can I ask you a few simple questions?"

She subconsciously softened her voice, using a tone of coaxing a child.

However, Wu You's reaction once again surprised her.

He wasn't shy or excited like other children. After thinking for a short while, he nodded slightly and pointed to the empty seat opposite him.

"sit."

One word, concise and clear.

His posture and tone were so natural, as if he were the master of the place and Su Qinghuan was just a guest who had come to visit.

Su Qinghuan was stunned again.

The chat in the live stream room has gone completely crazy.

"Wow! This kid is so cool! Just the way he sits, he exudes an aura of power!"

"Is this really an eight-year-old child? I get the feeling that there's a domineering CEO living inside him?"

"The streamer was completely under his thumb, hahaha, his smile even froze."

"I hereby declare that from today onwards, I am both a fan of this young man's looks and his career!"

"That's so cool! This is definitely the coolest kid I've ever seen, bar none!"

Viewers could feel the powerful aura even through the screen, let alone Su Qinghuan who was actually there.

She felt that her hosting career was facing unprecedented challenges.

In the past, she was the one who controlled the whole event and guided the guests, but today, before she even opened her mouth, the rhythm had already been taken over by an eight-year-old child.

But the arrow was already on the bowstring, and it had to be released.

Millions of people are watching the live stream; we can't just slink away like that, can we?

Su Qinghuan composed herself and sat down in the seat opposite Wu You. The cameraman quickly found a good angle and pointed the camera at the two of them.

"Little friend, what's your name? How old are you?" Su Qinghuan decided to start with the simplest questions to try and get the pace back on track.

Wu You leaned back in the large chair, his small body appearing even more delicate, but his composed demeanor remained undiminished.

"Wu You. Eight years old," he answered succinctly.

"Wu You, is that the 'worry' in 'carefree'? What a lovely name." Su Qinghuan complimented habitually, then asked, "Are you... taking the high-speed train home alone? Where are your parents?"

In her view, that was the key issue. It was strange in itself that such a young child was accompanied by three burly bodyguards without any adults.

The viewers in the live stream were equally curious.

"Yeah, where are his parents? They're so careless!"

"Maybe Mom and Dad are in another carriage? Or maybe they're busy with work?"

"These three bodyguards look even tougher than special forces soldiers, so safety is definitely not an issue, but something just feels off."

Upon hearing the words "Dad and Mom," Wu You's eyes remained completely unmoved, as if he were hearing just two ordinary nouns.

He picked up a cup of tea from the table in front of him, held the white porcelain teacup in his small hands, and took a small sip.

The movements were elegant and skillful, carrying an innate air of nobility.

Su Qinghuan watched him drink tea and felt a moment of disorientation.

This isn't like a child drinking a beverage; it's clearly the behavior of those old cadres and academics.

"They're gone," Wu You said calmly, putting down his teacup.

The voice was soft and calm, without sadness or distress, as if stating a fact unrelated to oneself.

Su Qinghuan's heart clenched suddenly.

gone?

Was he... deceased?

She opened her mouth, but several questions she had prepared were instantly stuck in her throat.

She had assumed he would be a spoiled rich young master, but she never expected him to have such a background.

An eight-year-old child, orphaned, embarks on his journey home alone...

For a moment, Su Qinghuan's eyes were filled with sympathy and pity.

She felt that she might have misunderstood the child before.

The maturity and indifference he displayed beyond his years might simply be a result of experiencing life's misfortunes too early, which he used to protect himself with a hard shell.

The comments in the live stream instantly changed direction.

"Huh? It's gone? Do you mean what I thought?"

"Oh my god, this child is so pitiful..."

"No wonder he looked so melancholy, now I understand..."

"Waaaa, I suddenly feel so sorry for him. Host, stop asking and let's change the subject."

"I used to think he was trying to look cool, but I apologize! I'm sorry!"

Looking at Wu You's calm and composed face, Su Qinghuan felt a mix of emotions.

She decided to skip this heavy topic.

"So... Wu You, where are you going to spend the New Year? Are you going to your grandparents' house?" She adopted a gentler tone.

Wu You shifted his gaze from her face to the fleeting scenery outside the window, his dark pupils reflecting the distant mountains.

"Go back to the village," he said softly.

"Back to the village?" Su Qinghuan was somewhat surprised.

In her imagination, a rich kid of this caliber would either return to a top-tier mansion in a first-tier city or go on vacation to a private estate abroad. How could it be "returning to the village"?

Wu You seemed to see through her doubts, and a very faint, almost imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Yes, back to Wu Family Village." He turned back and looked at Su Qinghuan again, his eyes holding a hint of something indescribable.

"The villagers are all waiting for me to come back."

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