A five-year-old goddess, raised to become an emperor for all time through a bronze mirror.

Chapter 220 Dad, I have money!!!

For this granddaughter whom he cherished dearly, Grandpa Fu had no other wish than that she could grow up carefree and happy forever.

Therefore, even just seeing a small smile on Niannian's face is enough to make him feel satisfied.

Niannian nodded obediently, her little hands gripping the backpack strap tightly, and she carefully took steps, slowly moving towards the direction where Grandpa Fu was.

As she approached, she tilted her little face up and said softly, "Grandpa, I'm very happy. But what's wrong with you today? You seem a little unhappy."

As she spoke, her gaze quickly swept over Jian Xiaohan beside her.

She stood there, thinking to herself, "The atmosphere here is really strange!"

Just then, Grandpa Fu suddenly spoke up: "Niannian, my good child, you go upstairs first. I have some important things to talk to your father about."

Niannian gently shook her head, and just as she was about to refuse her grandfather, her gaze inadvertently caught Jian Xiaohan slightly opening his mouth.

But it didn't make a sound; it just mouthed the message to her: "Be good and go upstairs."

Seeing this, Niannian could only hang her head helplessly, like a deflated balloon, and slowly and listlessly moved her feet upstairs.

At this moment, she felt particularly heavy-hearted because even Xiao Ba, who usually accompanied her, had been taken back to the company by her father for upgrades and modifications.

Meanwhile, Brother Yun Jing has been busy with various affairs of Guangling Kingdom lately and has no time to take care of her.

What worries Niannian even more is that her mother, Fu Mingyue, is still missing and her whereabouts are unknown.

Looking at the scene before me, there seemed to be a tense atmosphere between my father and grandfather, as if a fierce argument could break out at any moment.

She really didn't want to see this happen... This kind of life was pure torture for Niannian; she couldn't feel any joy or happiness at all...

Just as Niannian finally managed to drag herself up to the second floor, her grandfather's deafening shouts suddenly came from downstairs:

"Jian Xiaohan, have you gone mad?! You've actually created some kind of war robot! What are you trying to do?!"

It turns out that just a short while ago, Jian Xiaohan actually came to our door in person, his purpose being to obtain his share of the investment.

This situation truly surprised Old Master Fu. At first, he was full of suspicion, wondering what kind of unspeakable secret the other party was up to.

However, when he learned the truth, Grandpa Fu could hardly believe it—Jian Xiaohan's pursuit was actually to develop war robots!

Mr. Fu firmly opposed this news.

He had always harbored a deep aversion to war; in his view, anything related to war would bring endless disaster and suffering.

Faced with Old Master Fu's anger and rejection, Jian Xiaohan quickly explained, "Dad, please calm down and let me finish what I have to say, okay?"

But at this moment, Old Master Fu had no mind to listen. He glared angrily and questioned:

"What's there to say? My daughter Mingyue has lost contact with me again. You must have known about this for a long time!"

Not only did you keep this from me, but now you're even trying to get me to invest in this kind of thing?

It’s simply a fool’s errand!

Grandpa Fu frowned deeply, the deep lines on his face seeming to tell of the vicissitudes of time and his inner dissatisfaction.

He glared at Jian Xiaohan in front of him, his eyes burning with rage.

However, Jian Xiaohan tried his best to remain calm, and despite facing Old Master Fu's intense anger, he still forced himself to stay composed.

Because he knew that this matter was acceptable to the experienced and knowledgeable Mr. Fu if it were explained clearly!

Jian Xiaohan took a deep breath, trying to calm his nervousness, before slowly opening his mouth and saying:

“Dad, I understand your extreme aversion to war. But please believe me, this project is not as terrible as you imagine.”

The initial design concept of this new type of defensive robot was to minimize the casualties of innocent lives in war, while also ensuring that our brave and fearless soldiers are protected from harm.

As for Mingyue's matter... I admit that I do bear an unshirkable responsibility.

But please understand, everything I did was out of a desire to protect Nian Nian and our warm family.

However, Old Master Fu's brows did not relax at Jian Xiaohan's explanation. On the contrary, he snorted coldly, his tone full of disdain and skepticism:

"Hmph! Protection? Do you mean to make Mingyue disappear into thin air?"

And those high-tech gadgets you keep talking about, in my opinion...

Their brilliance probably doesn't lie in that; you've rather used it for crooked and unethical purposes!

He's been reading a lot of gossip about NJ these past two years...

At that moment, Niannian, who was upstairs, overheard the conversation between the two downstairs, and a wave of sorrow welled up in her heart.

She knew very well that her mother Fu Mingyue's mysterious disappearance was a wound that her grandfather could never erase from his heart.

Her father, Jian Xiaohan, had remained silent about the matter for a long time, which made her feel even more anxious and uneasy.

So she tiptoed to the top of the stairs, wanting to hear more clearly.

Jian Xiaohan's voice rang out again: "Dad, I know I have many shortcomings, but I promise that Mingyue will definitely come back safely."

As for this project, I need your support, not only for the company, but also for the future of our country.

If one day this technology can prevent war, then everything we've done will have been worthwhile.

What he wants is world peace!

Grandpa Fu remained silent, and in this suffocating silence, a clear voice broke the silence.

That was Nian Nian. Her small figure was perched on the exquisitely carved railing on the second floor, her little head peeking out, her bright eyes filled with seriousness and determination.

"Dad, how much money do you want? I'll give it to you!" Niannian's voice, though still childish, revealed an undeniable firmness.

Grandpa Fu's expression softened noticeably at that moment; a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, followed by a faint smile.

However, his tone was stern: "Nonsense!"

Jian Xiaohan stood to the side, his face filled with complex emotions, including love for his daughter and helplessness in the face of reality.

He gently shook his head, refusing firmly, "No, Niannian, Dad can't use your money!"

Niannian, however, was persistent. She climbed down from the railing, ran to her father's side, looked up at him with a determined gaze: