Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Over on Lu Zhaoyang’s end, after getting onto the car, both she and Huo Yunting went to the kindergarten to pick their son up.
By then, most of the kids had already gone home.
Little Huo Xu was sitting on the swing and a kindergarten teacher was accompanying him by the side.
“Yangyang, Daddy, you’re finally here.”
Seeing the two walking over, the little guy leap off the swing and flailed his little arms as he ran over.
“We’ll come over earlier next time.” Lu Zhaoyang hugged her son, “Lets go home.”
“He’s heavy, let me carry him.” Huo Yunting bend down as he looked at his cute face. “Son, come, daddy will carry you…”
“Okay~”
His tiny body left Lu Zhaoyang arms and she was slightly at lost for words, she could still carry him now alright.
If she does not do it now, she won’t have the chance once he grows up.
Huo Yunting, carrying the little guy on one hand, threw a side glance at here, smirking. “If you want to hug that much, I’ll let you hug all you want once we get home. No letting go.”
“Who cares about that!”
The little guy giggled. “Yangyang, daddy loves you….”
“You’re only three what you know about love?” Lu Zhaoyang made a threatening pose before gently tapping his arm. “So young and you’re already learning bad things!”
Little Huo Xu giggled and laid his head on Huo Yunting’s shoulder. The pair of handsome eyes closing into a crescent slit.
When she was overseas, looking at that eyes reminded Lu Zhaoyang of Huo Yunting.
And all her troubles and problems seemed to all be going away.
Her husband and son were beside here, only that she didn’t know….
How was mother doing.
She had not heard about her for so long.
Xiang Jinxi too seemed to have disappeared and he could really hold it in all this while, clearly a very patient person.
Or was he plotting another scheme?
As they closed in on the mansion, Lu Zhaoyang looked out subsconciously and that familiar figure immediately caught her attention.
“Mother?!”
Even Huo Yunting who was behind the wheels saw Xue Yuming standing before his house.
Wasn’t she locked in the manor in the capital? Why was she here?
A haggard looking Xue Yuming saw Lu Zhaoyang sitting beside the driver’s seat.
She had used the last of her strength to get here, to see her daughter.
The poor daughter that she had used countless of times, her own blood relative in this world.
She was now locked in the manor and her health was failing. Living was torture for her with her illness clawing at her and she could only hold it together for so long.
She had used the last of her money and paid the gate guard off to get here.
Lu Zhaoyang saw her sorry figure and immediately pushed Huo Yunting’s arm. “Stop the car!”
Huo Yunting stepped on the break and opened the car door.
Xue Yuming looked at her daughter coming out of the car in shock and was in tears.
Regret and self-blame filled her eyes.
On Xue Yuming’s seemingly aged, pale face, there was a smile, a smile of relief, as she took a few step backs, and dashed forward, smashing her head against the wall!
Everything she had wanted was gone and to get what she wanted, she had pushed her daughter further and further away, throwing away the last vestige of familial ties.
And now she heard Yangyang was about to marry Huo Yunting.
She hoped that her visit today would allow Huo Yunting to put down the grudge in his heart for good and care Yangyang without any reservations.
