Grandpa Huo stood to the side, like a primary school student being punished for making a mistake.
He wanted to grab something to ease his unease, but he couldn't find his familiar cane.
Huo Qin's narrow, icy gaze swept over him before landing on Aunt Song, who was nervously watching Chaochao from the side.
"No need to prepare dinner."
"Let's go now."
"no!"
"don't want!"
Grandpa Huo and Chaochao shouted in unison.
When Old Master Huo heard Huo Qin say he wanted to go home, he immediately became nervous.
no!
Absolutely not!
Now that Chaochao has left, who knows when that heartless Huo Qin will bring her back!
Huo Qin raised an eyebrow, ignoring Old Master Huo, and looked at Chaochao first, "Why?"
Chaochao danced with excitement: "Grandpa prepared a super beautiful room for Chaochao! Chaochao wants to stay here today! Daddy, can we stay?"
The little girl clung pitifully to Huo Qin's leg.
Old Master Huo suddenly felt more confident and secretly rejoiced: This 300 million was a really good investment!
Huo Qin looked down at the little girl who had been so easily won over. She blinked her clear eyes, which were wet like a puppy's.
at last.
Amidst the cheers of the morning, the father and daughter remained at the Huo residence for the rest of the day.
Aunt Song felt both relieved and sad, and secretly wiped away her tears in her room.
This is the first time in over ten years that the young master has stayed at home.
In the past, I would just eat a meal and then leave.
The old man smiled more often and seemed much more energetic.
Miss Chaochao is truly a lucky star for the Huo family.
Huo Qin's decision to stay at the Huo residence naturally had other considerations.
Of course, we can't tell Chaochao yet.
Aunt Song is getting old and no longer has the energy to prepare dinner, so the Michelin chef, who had taken a half-day off, went back to work, preparing a variety of dishes that were exquisite and delicious.
Chaochao ate two bowls of rice as usual.
But she still missed the shrimp from lunchtime even more.
After finishing her meal, Chaochao rubbed her tummy and climbed onto the sofa to watch cartoons.
Her little brain, now full from the meal, had long forgotten what she had said that afternoon, but Old Master Huo still remembered that Chaochao had been called a bastard.
He gets so angry just thinking about it that his head hurts.
He summoned Huo Qin to the study and got straight to the point.
Where is the child?
He knew everything about Chaochao's past, and Lin Cheng told him everything in detail.
But he didn't know anything else.
For example, Chaochao's biological mother.
Huo Qin frowned. He sat on the sofa, his handsome face expressionless. "She's already married abroad."
The day he learned that Chaochao was his biological daughter, he sent people to search for all the information about that woman from back then.
Huo Qin had no romantic thoughts, and he felt nothing after learning about her current situation; it was just a one-night stand.
But she gave birth to Chaochao.
At his behest, the manager of Huo's overseas branch has secured two projects for her company, appointing her as the person in charge.
Upon hearing this, Old Master Huo frowned; this was not a good situation.
His voice deepened, "Chaochao should have a mother."
Huo Qin turned off his phone screen, his tone sarcastic and his voice cold.
"You want me to interfere in someone else's marriage?"
Old Master Huo glared and puffed out his beard: "Did I say that?! I told you to find a woman and get married as soon as possible, so that outsiders won't gossip all the time!"
Does he look like a toxic father who lets his son have an affair?
"I will not get married." Huo Qin's thin lips curled up. "Chaochao will be the sole heir of the Huo family in the future. Anyone who dares to gossip will be shut up forever."
His words were all cold and ruthless, except when he mentioned Chaochao, when his voice softened slightly.
Old Master Huo's brows furrowed deeply. "Chaochao will have her own life from now on. If you don't get married, do you want to grow old alone?!"
Huo Qin stood by the window, his deep eyes like a bottomless lake, calm and indifferent without a ripple.
"Aren't you the same now?"
Old Master Huo's body suddenly stiffened. His lips trembled a few times, but he couldn't say anything. He looked at Huo Qin's back, a look of sadness, embarrassment, but even more so, guilt flashing across his face.
He slowly leaned back in his chair and waved his hand weakly.
"Fine, do as you please."
In the living room, Aunt Song was telling Chaochao a story.
"...One day, a big wolf suddenly broke into the sheepfold, and the sheep were terrified, scattering in all directions. The mother sheep and her lamb were separated. In the dead of winter, with snow everywhere, the mother sheep searched for her lamb's tracks, and was almost eaten by the wolf along the way. She never saw any more of her lamb's footprints and returned to her former pasture in despair."
"The shepherd went bankrupt because his sheep left, and he left this sad place, leaving the pasture desolate..."
Suddenly! The mother sheep heard a faint sound. Oh? It was her baby! Sure enough, the little lamb was huddled in the haystack, bleating weakly. It turned out that when the wolf came that day, the little lamb hadn't left the pasture at all; he had hidden himself and was obediently waiting for his mother.
"Because the mother sheep told him that if there is any danger, he should not move, and his mother will definitely come to find him."
Chaochao listened attentively, holding her little rabbit, and suddenly asked, "Does every mother love her baby?"
Her large eyes were like a clear spring under the moonlight, crystal clear.
Chaochao looked at Aunt Song intently.
Aunt Song was taken aback, then patted her head, her eyes full of pity.
She replied softly, "Yes, every child is a piece of flesh that fell from their mother's body, how could a mother not love them?"
On the second floor, Huo Qin heard every word of their conversation.
His eyelids drooped slightly, and his thick eyelashes cast a shadow on his cold and sharp face.
If Chaochao really wants a mother, he could consider finding a woman for a marriage of convenience.
The bottom line that had been held firm in front of Old Master Huo just moments before crumbled imperceptibly at Chaochao's simple question.
At that moment, the little girl's childish voice rang out in the living room.
"Then... does Grandma love Dad too?"
She didn't ask her mother why she abandoned her.
Her first thought was of her father.
Huo Qin's hand, which was resting on the railing, suddenly froze.
The woman whose face had been gradually blurring in his memory suddenly became clear in that instant—
The woman in the wheelchair was beautiful but thin, her face, with its prominent cheekbones, was shrouded in a despairing grayness, and her tone was filled with hatred.
"I wish I had never given birth to you."
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