Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Huo Beichen cursed in his heart. Where did this little girl come from? She was damn adorable.
He did not even like children, but this little girl was so adorable that his body felt weak and he could not exert any strength.
“Tang Mo’er, is this your daughter? Which ruffian have you given birth to this daughter with?”
“What does it have to do with you? Huo Beichen, let go of me now!”
“You are a bad person! I’ll bite you if you don’t let go of my Mommy Momo.” Little Lemon bit on Huo Beichen’s leg.
Hiss.
This little girl’s bite was actually painful.
Huo Beichen released Tang Mo’er.
Tang Mo’er promptly ran away. She grabbed Little Lemon and caressed her head. “Little Lemon, are you okay?”
Little Lemon hugged Tang Mo’er’s neck and kissed Tang Mo’er’s face. “Little Lemon is alright. Mommy Momo must be in pain after being bullied by this bad Uncle. Let Little Lemon comfort Mommy Momo.”
Tang Mo’er’s heart melted. How did Shiyu give birth to such an adorable daughter? She wanted to give birth to one herself.
At this moment, she heard a flurry of steady footsteps and a low voice tinged with displeasure was heard. “Why are you all creating a ruckus here?”
Tang Mo’er looked up. It was Gu Mohan.
Not only that, there was someone behind Gu Mohan. Fu Qinglun.
Fu Qinglun had arrived.
Tang Mo’er became anxious and promptly embraced Little Lemon tightly.
Little Lemon had also seen Fu Qinglun. Her eyes lit up. “Uncle… Mommy Momo, it’s Uncle! It’s Little Lemon’s favorite Uncle!”
Fu Qinglun heard the childish voice and also saw Little Lemon, who was in Tang Mo’er’s arms. He was speechless.
What was happening?
Little Lemon was Tang Mo’er’s… daughter?
Gu Mohan’s handsome and refined features became grim. His deep and narrow eyes swept over Huo Beichen, then onto Tang Mo’er, then finally Little Lemon.
“Mohan, is Tang Mo’er Little Lemon’s Mom?” Fu Qinglun asked.
Gu Mohan glanced sideways at Fu Qinglun. “Little Lemon? Do you know this little girl?”
Fu Qinglun nodded and shrugged his handsome shoulders. “I know her. Little Lemon said she wants me to matchmake with her Mommy and be her Papa…”
Gu Mohan, “…”
Fu Qinglun and Tang Mo’er were going to matchmake?
And they would get together with Little Lemon?
Little Lemon would be holding Fu Qinglun’s hand and calling him Papa, while holding Tang Mo’er’s hand and calling her Mama?
What the hell?
This image surfaced in Gu Mohan’s mind. He gave a low laugh and looked at Fu Qinglun. “Mr Smithson, I don’t welcome you here. You can return to Mexico now!”
“…”
Fu Qinglun stuck both hands into his trousers pockets, curved his dark red lips and berated smilingly, “You are prioritizing women over your friends!”
Gu Mohan kicked Fu Qinglun and warned, “You’d better be decent, if not I will emasculate you.”
“You’d better emasculate others. Tang Mo’er has men chasing her one after another. I think you will be busy.”
“…”
“Second Brother, Brother Qinglun, both of you are here!” Huo Beichen strode over to Gu Mohan. He divulged, “Second Brother, Tang Mo’er has made you a cuckold. She made you a father again. Now, you have a son and a daughter!”
Gu Mohan smacked Huo Beichen’s head.
Huo Beichen groaned in pain and held his head unhappily. “Second Brother, why are you discipling me instead of disciplining Tang Mo’er?”
Gu Mohan wanted to raise his hand again.
Huo Beichen was most fearful of Gu Mohan. He promptly hid behind Fu Qinglun. “Second Brother, you are biased!”
“Are you asking for a beating?” Gu Mohan went over wanting to beat up Huo Beichen.
Fu Qinglun restrained Gu Mohan. “Alright. Both of you are brothers. Don’t fight over a woman.”
“Brother Qinglun is still the best!”
Fu Qinglun turned around to smack Huo Beichen’s head. “Aren’t you going to leave?”
Fu Qinglun winked at Huo Beichen.
Huo Beichen turned around and left.
Fu Qinglun looked at Little Lemon, who was in Tang Mo’er’s arms, and extended his hand. “Little Lemon, come here. Uncle will play with you.”
Little Lemon was very tempted as she adored this Uncle, but she glanced at Gu Mohan, whose face was filled with murderous rage, and hugged Tang Mo’er tightly. “This Uncle is so fierce. He looks like he is going to hit Mommy Momo. I want to stay here to protect Mommy Momo.”
Fu Qinglun smiled. This little girl was simply too sweet and adorable.
Tang Mo’er put Little Lemon down onto the ground. “Little Lemon, you can follow Uncle to play. Mommy Momo will look for you in a little while.”
Little Lemon pondered for a moment. “Alright, Mommy Momo. If this fierce Uncle hits you, you have to shout loudly.”
“Okay.” Tang Mo’er did an ‘okay’ hand-sign.
With that, Fu Qinglun carried Little Lemon away.
…
Although Little Lemon wrapped her little hands around Fu Qinglun’s neck, she was unwilling to go further away as she was very worried about Mommy Momo.
“Uncle, could you lend me your cell phone? I want to make a call.”
“Sure.” Fu Qinglun took out his cell phone from his pocket and handed it to Little Lemon. “Who do you want to call?”
Little Lemon dialed a cell phone number and said in her childlike voice, “I want to call Big Sister An’an. Big Sister An’an is incredible. She can hit bad people.”
Fu Qinglun arched his good-looking brows. Gu An’an?
He recollected the past. Three years ago, Gu An’an had attempted suicide in her room. She was rescued after undergoing an operation which lasted four hours. After that, Gu An’an made a significant decision. She left school and joined the “FIU” officially. The “FIU” was the Interpol, she had become a policewoman.
The present Gu An’an was no longer the Gu An’an of that year.
Little Lemon and An’an spoke on the phone. It was unclear what An’an had said, but Little Lemon hung up the phone with an ‘Oh’. “Big Sister An’an is already here. No one can bully my Mommy Momo now!”
Fu Qinglun stroked Little Lemon’s head. “Little Lemon, are you really your Mommy Momo’s child?”
No one would believe that Tang Mo’er had given birth to a daughter.
Little Lemon raised her head and looked at Fu Qinglun. “Uncle, I’m not Mommy Momo’s child. I’m my own Mommy’s child. Uncle, my Mommy will be back soon, so don’t forget our promise.”
So she was not Tang Mo’er’s child.
Fu Qinglun nodded. “I won’t forget. I’ll wait for your Mommy to come back, then I will matchmake with your Mommy.”
…
Everyone had left except for Gu Mohan and Tang Mo’er. The tension between them was oppressive.
Gu Mohan’s deep eyes landed on Tang Mo’er’s small face, and he said, “Is Little Lemon your daughter?”
Tang Mo’er nodded. “Yes.”
“Ha.” Gu Mohan let out a sinister laugh. “Is Fu Qinglun Little Lemon’s father, then? You’ve given birth to Little Lemon with Fu Qinglun?”
