Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Huo Yunque undid his cuffs, walked past Uncle Zhang, and entered quickly.

Hidden underneath his calm voice was a sense of concern.

Uncle Zhang was used to this. He happily followed with an umbrella and said, “I didn’t wait long. I simply guessed that you would be home soon so I was out here for a few minutes.” The snow was heavy, so even though a short time had passed, it felt like a long time.

The two continued like normal.

The big living room was quiet. Inside the huge space, there was a sense of grandeur but also loneliness.

The helpers had already been sent to sleep.

Only this old man remained, waiting for his Master to return as he always did.

Huo Yunque furrowed his brows. “Is something wrong?”

“Nothing big. It’s just that Miss Song ate less than usual tonight and she didn’t ask for dessert when she finished. She’s young, sensitive, and thinks a lot. If you have time, you should speak to Miss Song and comfort her. After all, she only listens to you.”

Huo Yunque paused as he walked upstairs and calmly nodded his head.

“Understood.”

But his footsteps quickly sped up.

Uncle Zhang watched and smiled. He buried his hands in his sleeves and squinted his eyes happily.

The Master was cold on the surface and warm on the inside, but the two didn’t see each other often. If he continued to return home so late, would they not get the chance to even talk?

With time, someone with bad intent was bound to step in between them!

He couldn’t let this happen!

Just like the Old Master said, apart from Miss Song, he was not acknowledging another as his daughter-in-law!

So, Uncle Zhang had to keep guard!

…

10pm, as expected, Song Yaoyao was not asleep yet.

She was answering some practice questions.

When it came to Song Yaoyao, answering practice questions meant that she was in a bad mood.

Actually, she didn’t know why she was in a bad mood, she simply felt bothered.

The words she said in the morning were her honest thoughts, but it didn’t mean she could just let go.

Knock knock knock—

Knock knock knock—

There was a rhythmic knocking on the door.

Song Yaoyao’s eyes lit up and she quickly ran to open the door.

The man’s black suit still had drops of water that sparkled like stars; they were left from the melted snow. He stood outside with a cold demeanor.

His broad chest and tall figure gave off a sense of security.

Song Yaoyao did not stop as she pounced into the man’s arms.

“Gege! You’re back~”

The girl’s voice was soft with a slight nasally sound, making her feel particularly cute.

It felt like something attacked his heart.

Huo Yunque slowly pulled her away. “My body is cold.”

“No, it isn’t!” Song Yaoyao stuck to him like she was obsessed and buried herself into his body again, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist. “It’s because you’re cold that we should hug and warm up~”

What a ridiculous reason…

Huo Yunque chuckled, lifted her in his arms, and returned to his room.

Song Yaoyao received a fright and quickly held onto the man’s shoulders. “Gege, you…”

Her face turned red and her heart raced.

“Huh?”

The man opened the door with one hand and walked in.

Song Yaoyao had been here a few times. The decorations had not moved; the only difference was the book on his bedside table.

Because she was far, she couldn’t see what book it was.

She simply noticed that the cover had changed from a deep, dark color to a lighter one.

Was she imagining things?

“Gege, why are you…” Why are you carrying me?

She opened her mouth, but she was too embarrassed to ask her question.

Meanwhile, Huo Yunque leisurely placed her on the bed and covered her with the quilt.