Transmigrated as the Tortured Female Lead’s Daughter

Before the operation began, Song Chen was ordered to wait in the safe zone.

Song Chen imagined his precious daughter’s “pitiful and bullied” appearance, then imagined Gu Manxi worrying about her daughter and staying up all night. Song Chen’s heart ached terribly.

When the rescue was over, Song Chen rushed over immediately.

“Mr. Song, don’t worry. She’s not injured.” The doctor bent down and put a coat over Gu Chu. It was cold in the mountains. Gu Chu, a five-year-old child, was wearing thin clothes, so it was easy for her to catch a cold.

Gu Chu obediently put on the jacket.

The SUVs gathered and began to rush to the capital. Gu Chu held the hot water that the doctor handed over and drank it slowly. From the corner of her eye, she glanced at Song Chen, who was sitting next to her.

Her father had been staring at her.

Thinking about it, Song Chen already knew that he and Gu Manxi had a five-year-old child.

Song Chen was young, but he had already experienced countless situations. Yet at this moment, he was a little reserved in front of his precious daughter.

He didn’t know what to say.

There were times in life that were really magical. In just a short day, he and Gu Manxi met again; in just a short day, he was surprised to find that he had a child.

A small life, the crystallization of love, obediently sat beside him. She looked so petite, so cute, so fragile, so beautiful like a flower that had just bloomed in the morning.

He had met Gu Chu several times in the past, so why hadn’t he noticed at that time that this little girl looked so similar to Gu Manxi?

“Uncle.”

“Uncle?”

Song Chen heard Gu Chu calling him.

Gu Chu opened her snow-white palm. “Can I borrow your phone for a while? I want to give Mommy a call.”

Song Chen was silent for a moment before passing the phone over.

He thought to himself, “Uncle? I’m your biological father.”

Gu Chu took the phone and called Gu Manxi to tell her that she was safe. The mother and daughter chatted for five to six minutes. After Gu Manxi hung up the phone, she went to the kitchen to make Gu Chu’s favorite milk cake.

“Thank you, Uncle.” Gu Chu smiled sweetly.

She took out a tissue from her pocket and carefully wiped the phone before returning it to Song Chen.

Song Chen was slightly surprised. “Why did you wipe the phone?”

Gu Chu said sincerely, “Uncle has mysophobia. Chuchu’s hands are very dirty. I need to wipe them clean.” As she spoke, Gu Chu moved away from Song Chen, afraid that she would dirty the noble President song.

Song Chen: “…”

Actually, mysophobia is curable.

I have no mysophobia when it comes to my wife and daughter.

The road was bumpy, and they were still half an hour away from home. However, the car fell into a strange silence. Song Chen was trying to come up with all sorts of conversations to get closer to her.

After holding it in for a long time, Song Chen finally asked, “Chuchu, do you want to know where your father is?”

Song Chen thought that he should first use “Father” as a topic to prepare Gu Chu mentally.

In the future, when the time was right, he would tell Gu Chu the truth that he was her biological father.

Song Chen thought, “I’m good-looking, my family is rich and powerful, I have a lot of power in the capital, and I even know how to make delicious spaghetti. I’m such a perfect father. Gu Chu would definitely accept me.”

“Of course I know where my father is.” Gu Chu held the cup of water and sneered in her heart.

Trying to get close to me?

It’s too late, Father.

In the past, I gave you a chance to be my father, but you didn’t cherish it because you were obsessed with cleanliness. Now, I won’t let you be my father so easily and you’ll regret it!

Song Chen’s heart stirred. “Do you know where your father is?”

Gu Chu nodded. “My father is dead.”