novelraw Chapter 574 - 572: Really Want to Throw Herself into His Arms
Chapter 574 - 572: Really Want to Throw Herself into His Arms
In that instant, Song Song seemed to forget how to breathe. Her back stiffened, and she didn’t dare turn to face him directly."Sir, you came back quite early today," Housekeeper Zhang respectfully bowed.
At this moment, Xiao Jinghuai had already reached the housekeeper’s side and pulled Xiyou, who was hiding behind him, out. "Who taught you to judge people by appearances?"
"Because Daddy, Brother, and I are all good-looking, so whoever cooks for me must be attractive too. He’s too ugly."
"Nonsense," Xiao Jinghuai reprimanded.
Song Song kept her head down, only able to see his shiny black handcrafted leather shoes, and the long straight legs encased in suit trousers. Beyond that, she didn’t dare look up, her heart pounding as if it might leap from her mouth.
This was the feeling that had vanished during those four years at Taohuawu.
Song Song knew that this feeling was called... heartache.
She really wanted to reveal her identity right then and there, to throw herself into his embrace, yet she had to hold back—
Just then, she felt a cold gaze shoot towards her, landing atop her head.
"Raise your head," the man’s voice was quite cold, carrying an order.
Song Song clenched her hands, and as she slowly lifted her head, her heart kept screaming—
Xiao Jinghuai, will you recognize me?
The next second, she answered herself with a sneer. How could he?
As she looked up to meet the man’s unfamiliar gaze, Song Song almost called out to him.
He was still the same as she remembered, aloof and noble, with an imposing presence, eyes deep and mysterious, that striking face filled with unfamiliarity—a strangeness directed at her—
Four years apart, he seemed more mature and restrained, unparalleled.
"What’s your name?" Xiao Jinghuai’s expression was calm.
For a moment, Song Song felt her tongue had been taken by a cat, and after a while, she replied, "Yan, Yan Mingxiu."
"That’s a nice name, keep it."
Song Song felt a bit of secret joy, finding it simpler than she expected. He said he liked the name Yan Mingxiu.
Hmm, she liked it too.
They both liked it.
"Daddy, no! Little Xiyou thinks he’s too ugly. He has a scar on his face like a bad guy. Let him go!"
Little Xiyou tugged on Xiao Jinghuai’s pant leg, looking pitiable, tears welling up in grape-sized eyes.
Xiao Jinghuai turned to look at Housekeeper Zhang, "Take the young miss away."
"Yes—"
Song Song stood there, and in the exchange, she noticed Xiao Jinghuai’s indifference towards Little Xiyou.
This was understandable since Little Xiyou wasn’t his biological child. Four years ago, she had left in such a hurry that she wasn’t clear on the Royal Family’s situation, so she didn’t dare to take Little Xiyou with her.
This child had a tough life, growing up without a mother, and a biological father who was a bastard.
Housekeeper Zhang held Xiyou in his arms, patting her little back, "Miss, Housekeeper Zhang will carry you to your room."
"...Wah, wah, Daddy doesn’t like Little Xiyou, never has since she was small."
The child’s voice was not loud, but Song Song heard it. She believed Xiao Jinghuai heard it too; otherwise, his brows wouldn’t have furrowed slightly—
"Mr. Xiao, actually the young miss wished you would hug her just now."
As the words fell, Song Song realized what she had accidentally said. As regret filled her, she instinctively took a few steps back.
Damn it!
Instantly, Song Song felt the man’s cold aura rush towards her, and even though she was standing somewhat far from him, she could still sense his anger.
"To survive here, remember one thing: do not overstep your bounds."
"...Yes, I’m sorry."
Hearing the man’s footsteps depart, Song Song finally dared to look up again, seeing that tall silhouette, she sighed...
That temper was indeed unchanged.