“She's my goddaughter. Nice to meet you, Carlos.

Sorry I was late." In fact, this was the first meeting between the two men. But all of Carlos' attention had been focused on the little girl, so the niceties had to wait until both men were focused on the meeting.

“Nice to meet you too, Iven. I was just a minute earlier." As Carlos finished his sentence, his eyes fell on the little girl again. Making eye contact with the handsome uncle, Piggy grinned happily, revealing her neat and white teeth. She suddenly thrust out her hands towards him and said, "Hug, hug..."

Carlos froze, unsure of what to do.

Before he came here, Ivan had imagined that the father and daughter might naturally feel closed to each other since they were bound by blood. But he was still shocked by how much enthusiasm Piggy had shown around Carlos. The little girl never liked to play with strangers, yet she was actively engaged with Carlos. ‘Bonds of blood are truly amazing! Ivan thought in his mind.

Seeing Carlos in bewilderment, Ivan explained, "Seems like Piggy is fond of Carlos. She never does this. We always wonder how a two-year-old kid could be this cold. I never imagined she'd warm up to you like this. Do you want to give her a hug?"

Carlos was nonplussed. He almost never interacted with kids. Certainly never hugged them. Even when he was around Damon's son, he would merely give the boy a thin smile. That was all. But now, he was asked to hug a little girl.

This was something more difficult than negotiating a 100-million dollar contract.

He wanted to refuse, but he found himself irresistibly drawn to the expectant look in her sparkling eyes. The next second, he took a piece of wet tissue from the bowl and wiped his hands clean.

When Ivan gave up the idea and Piggy was about to drop her hands,

Carlos suddenly stood up from his seat, came close to her and carefully pulled her up from the baby chair. He pulled her close, Lingering there for a moment, with her head on his shoulder.

Glowing with happiness, Piggy threw the doll to one side and wrapped her arms around his neck, planting a kiss on his cheek.

Unbelievably, the soft kiss touched his heart, and touched something deep inside of him. Something he didn't even know was there, buried deep under Layers of ice.

A warm feeling now coursed throughout his body.

“Your name is Piggy?" he asked. The workaholic man put aside his work and tried to connect with this Little vision of heaven.

Piggy sat on Carlos’ lap, raised her head to look into his eyes and answered with seriousness, "Evening. Mom calls me Piggy."

“Piggy? Evening? Maybe she means Evelyn...‘ Carlos was amused by her names. He wondered what kind of strange parents would name their cute daughter Piggy. What was going through their minds?

As Ivan was filling two glasses of red wine, he chipped in, “Normally, a two-year-old kid can only say a few simple words. But Piggy can speak in full sentences when she wants to. She even knows several English words. Her IQ is remarkable. Probably her dad's good genes." Of course, it had to be Carlos' genes. Ivan didn't think that Piggy's high intelligence had anything to do with Debbie.

Carlos raised his eyebrows. And he remembered that Damon's son wasn't able to speak so fluently at the age of two. So he praised her, "I'm impressed, Piggy! But why would your parents call you Piggy?"

Certainly a nickname like "Sugar" or "Bunny" would be more suitable for this cute girl.

Piggy's cheeks bulged up as she complained, “Mommy said I didn't like... eating meat. I was thin. She wanted me...like a fat pig... so she called me Piggy."

Her words came with great difficulty. It seemed that she still needed to pause and think when it came to longer sentences. After all, no matter how smart she was, she was still a kid who wasn't even in kindergarten yet.

After hearing Piggy explain her name, Carlos chuckled under his breath.

He couldn't help it. He thought the girl's mom was kind of silly.

Why did she think just by naming the kid Piggy the girl would fatten up and start enjoying meat?