Sure, here is the translated text:
Who helped her carry the bag?
Yun Qiluo was completely confused.
Yan Yan’s gaze gradually turned gloomy as he suddenly reached out and took her backpack.
He spoke calmly: "The contents will be confiscated, and no more snacks from now on."
Confiscate? Yun Qiluo’s eyes widened in astonishment, and tears started welling up from her anxiety.
Confiscate anything, but not her snacks!
She had worked hard to buy so many snacks! She hadn’t even eaten them on the way back, cherishing them like treasures to enjoy while watching TV!
If the beautiful woman liked, she could share a little bit with him.
But taking them all away was just too much!
She was so angry she was about to cry but didn’t dare show her temper to him, only dared to frown with tears in her eyes and protest, "Beautiful woman..."
Yun Qiluo’s eyes were brimming with tears.
In a moment of desperation, she suddenly remembered who helped her carry her bag today.
"Beautiful woman," she hesitantly spoke, "are you talking about that servant?"
This little one’s thought process was a bit different from normal people, and it was truly hard to understand her meaning from her one-sided words alone.
Since her snacks were taken, and he was still mad at her, Yun Qiluo felt even more aggrieved.
Sniffling, she honestly said, "Only that senior brother helped me carry my bag, I thought he was like a servant, so I gave it to him..."
Yan Yan was taken aback.
Then his mouth twitched as he said, "You thought he was a servant?"
Yun Qiluo nodded vigorously, then hesitantly glanced at him, "Isn’t he?"
The man looked at the naive young girl in front of him, feeling complicated for the first time: "..."
The displeasure that had been simmering in his chest all afternoon inexplicably dissipated in an instant.
He leaned lazily on the sofa, grasped her little hand that was holding his, and played with it absentmindedly in his palm.
A mischievous, wanton arc rose on his lips, making his stunningly handsome face all the more dazzling.
The young girl thought she was being mocked for mistaking the senior brother for a servant.
Already angry, she couldn’t stand such teasing.
Her eyes reddened as she immediately rebutted, "He offered to help me with the bag, saying it was the right thing to do..." She paused and then solemnly added, "Exactly like how the servants at home do it!"
This logical reasoning was clear, organized, justified, and irrefutable.
Even Housekeeper Chen, listening from the side, couldn’t help but nod in agreement.
Indeed, that’s what their servants often say!
Yan Yan, whose mood had already switched from cloudy to sunny, no longer cared what she was saying, feeling that her reddened eyes made her look like a little bunny, irresistibly adorable.
He had an urge to pinch her little nose.
He was never one to wrong himself, especially with his own pets, and felt no need to hold back.
So he reached out and gave it a pinch.
Seeing her frown at the pinch, he inexplicably felt pleased, and only then did he release his hand.
He spoke languidly, "You’re not wrong, he is just a servant."
He pulled out a handkerchief and wiped away the little sparkle that hadn’t had a chance to fall from the corner of her eye.
Only then did he slowly say, "The profession of a senior brother is not much different from a servant."
Housekeeper Chen, who was eavesdropping, "???"
Since when did the term senior brother become synonymous with servant???
When did this happen, and how did he not know about it?
Also, for god’s sake, one is a term of address and the other a profession, how can they be equated?