Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“It’s been a while since I last worked so hard like this. It’s like high school all over again. I take one day off and then past year papers flooded my desk.”
“I’ll give you a massage,” said Huo Yunting grabbing her shoulders as he began pinching, “Is that alright?”
“It’s just fine,” replied Zhaoyang, a little shocked on how the young master of a wealthy family massaged her.
Little did Zhaoyang know, the massage session doubled as a viewing session for Huo Yunting with his eyes right above her chest. The hands were gripping the shoulders before they gradually shifted to the front.
“Yang Yang, are you tired?” The little guy did a quick roll to have his eyes stared upon them. As the genre turned unrated again, Huo Yunting returned his naughty hands to her shoulders.
“Just a bit. I feel much better now.” Zhaoyang stood up with a smile, “Yes, is there anything you need, my young master?”
“I’m starving. I need food.”
“Okay.” Seeing the progress of Xuxu’s recovery, Zhaoyang was feeling great.
Right when Huo Yunting was going to have fun with the little boy, approaching footsteps were heard…heavily.
“H-Huo Yunting!!!!”
It was Mu Xian as the door was thrown open.
“You’re in a hospital. Calm. Down,” said Huo Yunting with cold glare upon the panting man.
“We rushed all the way here from the airport, you idiot! Now, where’s my nephew?” Mu Xian was not interested in Huo Yunting. He came to the hospital merely to have a look at the mysterious child with Huo’s genes.
Zhiyu then brought Mu Qinyu into the ward.
“Uncle Yunting…” The little girl reached out her arms, “Huggies…”
Ye Zhiyu sighed helplessly. Her princess had been dreaming and talking about Huo Yunting since the first and the only time they met when she was quite young for some reason.
“Come, Yu.” Huo Yunting was friendly when he lifted the child high.
“Huo Yunting, your son…” Muttered Mu Xian as he stared at Xuxu, “Your son sure looks like you.”
“The hell you’re talking? He’s my son, who else should he look like? You?” Huo Yunting, with Qinyu in his embrace, marched towards Mu Xian to give him a disdainful look.
“Hey, little boy,” Mu Xian then looked at Xuxu and introduced himself, “I’m Mu Xian, one of your uncles. Sorry I didn’t manage to meet you till now. My daughter, Yu hasn’t been healthy lately.”
Right, they were on a road trip.
“Uncle Mu,” greeted Huo Xu.
“What a relief that you don’t have your father’s temper. Don’t worry, boy. Have a good rest. So that you’ll have the strength to protect your little sister. Yu is the most beautiful girl in the world. Look at her dress!” Mu Xian was looking pedophilic as he grinned, pointing at his princess and swinging her pigtails gleefully in a pink pettiskirt while Huo Yunting held her.
Lu Zhaoyang poured them each a glass of water. Huo Yunting was quiet the moment he surveyed Mu Xian’s daughter’s face. She resembled a lot to her demure mother that contained a bit of that obedient and expressive temperament too.
Lu Zhaoyang then sat down with Ye Zhiyu on the sofa. They did not talk much before this but it was the years that lapsed without each other’s company that gave them the nostalgia.
Meanwhile, Mu Xian was having fun with Xuxu as expected from an experienced father.
“Well, you have a kid now. Are you two going to announce your relationship?” Asked Zhiyu curiously.
“Hm…not now, I guess? A lot of things happened recently.”
She only knew Huo Yunting wanted to do it and it haunted her as a threat since 5 years ago.
