Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Looking at her outfit, he had a rough idea.
Father Qiao had initially objected to Qiao Anxin being with Su Ze. But when he found out that she was carrying his child, he had no choice but to accept it.
He knew that Qiao Mianmian had suffered a lot.
Hence, he never agreed to Qiao Anxin marrying Su Ze.
Although Qiao Anxin was his biological daughter, Father Qiao couldn’t tolerate it happening again.
After realizing what Qiao Anxin was thinking, his expression darkened. “Change immediately. Why are you dressed like this at home! Change your shoes and clothes, now!”
“Dad.” Qiao Anxin called out pitifully. “What’s wrong with my outfit? Why do I have to change it? I don’t want to. I think I’m fine like this.”
She spent the whole afternoon dressing up.
How could she change it so easily?
She didn’t see Mo Yesi often, so she had to seize this opportunity.
“You still think it’s good to dress like this at home?” Father Qiao’s expression was stern; he was already angry. He slammed his palm on the coffee table. “How do you look at home? Go change immediately. If you don’t want to, then go upstairs and don’t come down.”
Seeing that she was still standing there, Father Qiao got even angrier. “Did you hear me!”
Qiao Anxin’s face turned green.
“Husband, it’s your birthday today. It’s such a joyous occasion, why are you throwing a tantrum at the child? Don’t anger yourself.” Lin Huizhen came down the stairs and hurriedly walked over.
She walked to Father Qiao’s side and said gently, “Anxin was thinking about your birthday today, that’s why she dressed up. Isn’t it good for the child to dress up nicely? She doesn’t mind wearing high heels or dresses.
“You really don’t have to be angry over this.”
In the past, Father Qiao would listen to Lin Huizhen’s advice.
But this time, his expression didn’t soften.
Father Qiao said coldly, “At home, you have to act like you’re at home. Who are you putting on makeup for? Why isn’t Mianmian like this, too? Bring her upstairs and change her clothes immediately. Otherwise, she’ll stay upstairs and not come down again.”
Lin Huizhen rarely saw Father Qiao so domineering. “Husband.”
“What are you waiting for?” Father Qiao looked at Qiao Anxin again and frowned. “Bring her back upstairs. Don’t come down until she’s changed!”
Qiao Anxin’s face turned pale…
Lin Huizhen’s expression darkened.
A few seconds later, she tugged at Qiao Anxin. “Anxin, it’s your dad’s birthday today. Don’t make him unhappy. Mom will take you upstairs to change your clothes and shoes.”
Qiao Anxin was unwilling.
She looked as if she was about to cry. “Mom, why do I have to change? Isn’t Sister wearing a dress, too? Why can she wear a dress, but I can’t? Dad, you’re being biased. You’re biased towards Sister!”
Her eyes reddened.
She rubbed her eyes and complained, “Sister don’t have to change, why should I!”
