Chapter 1: Reborn as a Four-and-a-Half-Year-Old Little Bun

Gemma Bessemer woke up to find herself in a book.

And she had become the little cannon fodder that was thrown out by her villainous father, Frederic Bessemer, and froze to death.

Fortunately, she had traveled back in time before the little cannon fodder committed suicide and did not tear up important documents for attention.

The originally bright future of the genius hacker girl now had to rely on clinging to someone's coattails to get by.

Gemma Bessemer helplessly sniffed her little nose and stared intently at the gate of the Xia family villa.

As soon as her cheap dad appeared, she would flashily appear with the paternity test!

Here it comes!

A standard Rolls-Royce from a CEO novel slid to a stop in front of the gate, followed by a pair of sturdy long legs wrapped in dress pants.

Go for it!

Gemma Bessemer waved her little arms and ran to hug those long legs, with two little pigtails swaying behind her head.

She called out in a soft, cute voice that she had practiced outside the door for a long time, "Daddy~"

Just as she was feeling proud of her performance.

A low, magnetic male voice suddenly came from behind.

"Special Assistant, when did you have such a big child?"

Gemma Bessemer looked up and was stunned.

She wasn't hugging some charming, mature, handsome CEO, but rather Special Assistant from the book, who was plain-looking and shy!

No wonder the legs were just average length.

Gemma Bessemer stuck out her tongue and decisively let go, turning to pounce on Frederic Bessemer, who was watching the show with a smile.

"Daddy~"

The little milk voice was even sweeter.

Unfortunately, the man didn't let her get what she wanted, but instead easily picked her up.

Gemma Bessemer tried to stay calm and rubbed her little face against the man's hand, cooing.

"Daddy hurts~"

The little dumpling's white, chubby face pouted in grievance, with misty eyes, looking both cute and pitiful.

The soft, smooth touch on the back of his hand made Frederic Bessemer wrinkle his brow imperceptibly and coldly said.

"Now fraudsters are working hard enough to start working right after weaning?"

"Anan is not a fraudster, Anan is Daddy's daughter! Anan has proof!"

Gemma Bessemer struggled to wave her little arms, indicating for the man to look at the paternity test in her hand.

Frederic Bessemer just glanced at it casually, then took back his gaze and threw the little dumpling into the roadside bushes.

"The little fraudster's props are quite complete."

"Anan is not a little fraudster, Anan is really Daddy's daughter!"

The little dumpling struggled to stand up from the bushes, but in the panic, she tripped over a dry branch on the ground and fell back, with several red marks appearing on her tender white arms. The delicate and tender little face was filled with resentment, with a crying tone that made people's hearts ache.

Chen, the assistant standing nearby, felt his heart tighten and rushed to the side of the little bundle to help her up. "Xia, Xia General Manager, the little one doesn't seem to be lying..."

"Hmph, at such a young age, she already has a set of skills to manipulate people."

Frederic Bessemer disdainfully raised his chin, but his gaze involuntarily lingered on the little bundle's arm.

She really is a pampered child; he had already shown great mercy by throwing her into the bushes.

Gemma Bessemer saw the man's expression soften and quickly took advantage of the situation. "Daddy, do you remember the Emperial Hotel in L City?"

A sealed memory in his mind was suddenly revealed.

Frederic Bessemer looked at the little bundle on the ground in disbelief, his voice trembling slightly.

"That night... it was your mother?"

Gemma Bessemer obediently nodded, secretly rejoicing in her heart.

Thank goodness she remembered this small detail that was glossed over in the text, instead of being like the little cannon fodder in the book who cried and made a fuss, attracting media attention and forcing Frederic Bessemer to take her back to the Xia family.

"Where is she?" Frederic Bessemer felt a glimmer of hope in his heart.

Five years ago, when he was bidding in L City, someone drugged him. The next day, when he woke up, the woman who had left him wanting more was no longer beside him.

He never expected her to leave him with a daughter!

As if someone had touched a sore spot, the little bundle's lips quivered with resentment, and the next second, tears flowed down like beads falling off a string.

Sobs rose, "Wah, the doctor said mommy went to heaven to become a fairy, but Anan knows the doctor uncle is lying..."

Did she... pass away from illness?

Frederic Bessemer lowered his head in melancholy, frowning as he picked up the little bundle from the ground and held her in his arms.

His large hand stiffly patted the little bundle's back. "Don't cry, seeing you so pitiful, I'll raise you. It's just another mouth to feed."

"Really? Daddy isn't lying?"

The little bundle lifted her red, tear-stained nose, cautiously asking.

"Yes, on the condition that you haven't lied to me."

Frederic Bessemer took out the handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the tears from the little bundle's face.

Seeing the little bundle happily dance around, he added coldly.

"And don't bother me unless it's necessary."

"Anan will be very obedient~ won't disturb daddy's work, Anan can even help daddy with chores~" Gemma Bessemer patted her little chest to assure the man.

"Hmph, just be thankful you're not causing more trouble." Frederic Bessemer coldly snorted, pinching the little bundle's cheek as a warning. It's smooth and soft, with a nice texture. Even the little things aren't completely useless.

Gemma Bessemer, who didn't realize she was being treated like a pet, tried to please her villainous father by obediently offering her left cheek.

Frederic Bessemer was pinching it with great enthusiasm when suddenly he heard a "gurgle" sound from the little dumpling's stomach.

Gemma Bessemer looked down at her little tummy, shyly covering it with her chubby little hand, and explained in a soft voice.

"I walked for a long time to find Daddy, I haven't eaten."

The little dumpling was even embarrassed because of the rumbling in her stomach.

Frederic Bessemer involuntarily twitched his lips, "I'll go cook you a packet of instant noodles."

Chen, the assistant who was about to leave, was shocked upon hearing this and hurriedly ran out of the driver's seat, carefully saying, "Mr. Bessemer, the child is too young to eat instant noodles!"

"What a hassle." Frederic Bessemer frowned.

"How about... I cook a bowl of egg noodles for the little miss?" Chen volunteered.

He actually couldn't bear to let such a cute little dumpling only eat nutritionless instant noodles.

"Thank you, Uncle~"

Gemma Bessemer revealed two dimples, successfully making Chen smile like an uncle.

Chen quickly cooked a bowl of delicious egg noodles and then floated away on his legs.

The little miss was too cute.

He was afraid he would resist the urge to snatch the baby from his boss!

"So good~"

Gemma Bessemer happily sucked up a big mouthful of noodles, puffing her cheeks as she praised.

"Don't talk while eating. Look at you, you're so messy."

Frederic Bessemer disdainfully glanced at the little dumpling with a mouth full of oil, but his gaze unconsciously lingered on the little bun face that was puffing up and down.

What a naive little bumpkin, what's so good about egg noodles?

Gemma Bessemer politely offered without looking up, "Daddy, do you want to try a bite?"

Frederic Bessemer looked at the bowl of noodles that had been messed up by the little dumpling, but his throat involuntarily moved up and down.

He originally wanted to say he wouldn't eat it, but for some reason, seeing the little dumpling eat so happily made him, who had been plagued by anorexia for years, feel hungry.

The words on the tip of his tongue turned into, "Seeing how sincere you are, I'll have a bite."

Meow meow meow?

Gemma Bessemer looked at the man taking away her bowl of noodles and then mercilessly sucking up a big mouthful, completely bewildered.