The Villainess is Three and a Half Years Old - Chapter 52-1

Ye Ya was going to spend the night in Xia Qing’s room tonight. After the two little rascals took a bath and changed, they drove the nanny away and forcibly dragged Xia Yu in.

Xia Yu had just returned from participating in an event in C City yesterday. He had been reversing day and night for several days and had insufficient sleep. Now he was physically and mentally exhausted. He lazily let Xia Qing pull him into the room and lay down on the bed. When he was about to fall asleep, Xia Qing sat on him suddenly.

“Mister Xia!!”

A slap hit his chest.

The crisp sound of the slap woke Xia Yu up from his drowsiness. He stared with wide eyes and weakly asked, “What’s wrong?”

Xia Qing stood with her arms akimbo and said, “You have to help Yaya!”

“Hmm?” Xia Yu looked over to the side. Compared to the noisy little niece, Ye Ya, who is two years younger, is really cute and well-behaved. At this time, she was sitting opposite him, biting her fingers and looking at him quietly, like a little princess in a fairy tale.

Xia Yu inexplicably felt healed, and he reached out and scratched Ye Ya’s head, “What happened to Yaya?”

Xia Qing chattered and explained the situation. She concluded, “Yaya’s father does not agree to let her earn money, so you go and be Yaya’s guardian and help her earn money!”

This is really a mess.

Xia Yu refused without even thinking about it, “I have met Mr. Ye before, and he has a very bad temper. If he finds out that I am taking his precious daughter to be a model, he will come to me in trouble.” He shook his head, “No, no way.”

Ye Ya drooped her eyes, feeling disappointed. She approached Xia Yu and said, “But, but I am not his precious daughter…”

Xia Qing agreed sympathetically, “Yes, he doesn’t like Yaya at all.”

“My father owes fifteen billion yuan. Do you know how much that is, Uncle Xia?” Ye Ya, who has no concept of money, asked innocently, which almost made Xia Yu bite his tongue.

Xia Yu is now a top stream in the industry, the leader of the traffic male stars, but even with so much traffic, he still can’t earn fifteen billion yuan!

The richest man is indeed the richest man. Their debts are not the same as ordinary people’s.

Xia Yu secretly admired him and said, “Even if you go and earn it, it’s just a drop in the bucket for your father.”

Xia Yu has some knowledge of this industry. The profession of a model is not popular in China, especially child models. For amateurs like Ye Ya with no background and no experience, it’s hard to make more than 1,000 yuan per hour, and the most important thing is the hardship. They have to wear winter clothes in summer and summer clothes in winter, changing dozens to hundreds of times a day.

After all the hard work, that little money is not enough to fill the gap in Ye Linyuan’s debt.

“Yaya, let’s not go to that.” Xia Yu felt sorry for the little girl who had a family burdened with debt and a father who didn’t love her. He wanted to help alleviate their burden, so he offered to give Yaya a card to secretly spend on her brother. If Brother got sick, Xia Yu could arrange for a doctor.

Ye Ya pouted and shook her head, her voice weak. “But I already made a deal with Mister Wang. Breaking the agreement isn’t good.”

Xia Yu was taken aback, but then he smiled. Though she was young, she was quite smart.

“Do you really want to go?” he asked.

Ye Ya nodded.

Xia Yu eventually relented. “Alright, I’ll take you to see it tomorrow. Then you’ll know how hard it is.” Child models have to do trial shoots before signing contracts, and they are paid, but the pay is relatively low. When she experiences how difficult it is, she won’t fuss about taking photos anymore.

Seeing Xia Yu agree, the two children pounced on him, hugging him tightly. “Uncle, you’re so nice!” they exclaimed.

Xia Yu couldn’t bear the weight of two children hugging him and his face turned red. “You’re going to crush me!” he joked.

The next morning, Xia Yu took the two children out without telling his sister-in-law where they were going. He usually takes Xia Qing out to play when he has time off, so his sister-in-law assumed it was the same as always.

He took them to a children’s modeling agency and waited with them in the reception area. Soon, Wang Hongru arrived.

When he saw Ye Ya, his face lit up. The little girl had put on some weight since they last met, and her chubby cheeks made her even cuter. He believed she would look good on camera.

“Are you Ye Ya’s guardian?” Wang Hongru approached them and greeted them.

Xia Yu was wearing a hat, a mask, and black sunglasses that covered most of his face. No one recognized him as the famous Xia Yu.

He pressed his chin down and shook Wang Hongru’s hand.

“Let’s go to my office and talk.” Wang Hongru led the way, chatting about their lives along the way. “I sent you some of your award-winning clothes before. Do you still like them?”

The Children’s Home had sent four or five large boxes of new seasonal clothes to Ye Ya, but she hadn’t had the chance to wear them because of her family’s financial situation.

Once they arrived at the office, Wang Hongru had his assistant prepare tea and handed them the contract. “This is the contract. By the way, I don’t know your name yet. What should I call you?” Wang Hongru realized he had forgotten to ask for the guardian’s name.

Xia Yu quietly took off his hat, sunglasses, and mask, exposing his face to the air. He had the type of face that contemporary girls loved, with a small face and eyes that weren’t as deep and sexy as Ye Linchuan’s, but they were very charming. Wang Hongru’s breathing stopped when he saw this face, and he suddenly remembered the huge poster hanging in his bedroom–wasn’t that Xia Yu?!

His wife’s favorite male celebrity, even though he was getting older, she still fawned over him every day in front of the TV, shouting, “Little Yu, mommy loves you!!”

This was actually his online son whom he had never met before! Wang Hongru was shocked.

Xia Yu noticed his expression and smiled, “It seems like Mr. Wang knows me.”

Wang Hongru awkwardly averted his gaze and cleared his throat, looking at Ye Ya, “He is your…”

Just as Ye Ya was about to respond, Xia Yu spoke up for her, “I’m her uncle.”

“And your dad…” Wang Hongru trailed off.

“He couldn’t make it,” Xia Yu replied.

Wang Hongru didn’t ask any further questions.

Xia Yu picked up the contract and glanced at it, frowning as he read it. “The shoot is on Saturday and Sunday, and we also have to be responsible for the online live broadcast of the new products.”

“We took the kids’ school schedules into consideration, so that’s why it’s on the weekend,” Wang Hongru explained.

“$300 an hour.”

This price was lower than what Xia Yu had expected.