Chapter 701: Built A Tomb
Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
In a city far away.
In July, the wind blew fiercely with heavy rain in Ye City. It had been raining without stop for dozens of hours, accompanied with lightning and thunder. The sky was overcast, half of which had turned dark already.
In the castle, as if frightened, Xixi woke up and kept crying in her crib. She crawled and sat up, both hands holding the edge of the crib with great strength.
The nanny hurried over and held her tightly in arms. Meanwhile, she patted her on the back, comforting this kid who had no mom.
“Good Xixi… Daddy will come back soon. Don’t cry, don’t cry.” The nanny comforted so while rocking her.
Already ten months old, Xixi grew a lot and became more beautiful, just like a doll. Her amber eyes were very special, looking exactly like her father.
After a while, Ye Hao came in from the door after work. In black suit, he looked very serious with no trace of a smile, freezing as frost.
“What’s wrong?” He walked in front of the nanny. Only when he looked at his daughter, his eyesight then turned a little warmer.
The nanny answered, “Little princess may be frightened by the thunder, Mr. Ye.”
“Let me hold her.” Taking over her daughter, Ye Hao held her firmly in arms and touched her forehead gently with his fingers.
Now once he came back home after work, he would first see his child, his only daughter.
He held her daughter to the bedroom on the third floor.
This was his bedroom, where two slept in the past. Now, however, it was his bedroom only.
The bedroom had not changed, with the furniture, decoration and even the striking wedding photo on the wall the same as before.Read more chapter on vi pnovel. com
All seemed to be what they were originally. Only she was not there, who had been away for five months to be exact.
Resting in dad’s arms, Xixi no longer cried. She pursed her little mouth, a pair of round eyes fixed on her dad all the time.
“Dad…” Xixi called with childish voice, which, though not clear, was indeed understandable.
Now a big baby, though unable to walk, she could crawl fast, and she liked crawling here and there in the house best.
Ye Hao caressed the child’s head, forcing out a trace of a smile. Only he knew that his smile was bitter. After all, he had not smiled happily for a long time.
Seeing her dad smiling, Xixi reached out her hand and pinched her dad’s face. Then she tugged her dad’s shirt and began to play with it.
A Mu, the guard, closed the door of the bedroom behind him and walked in front of Ye Hao, with gloomy look.
“Mr. Ye…” He paused.
Ye Hao shook his hand, motioning him to continue, although he knew that the news brought by him must be undesirable.
“That…” It seemed a little hard for A Mu to say. “Mo Yixuan builds a tomb for Miss He in Dehai Cemetery, and erects a tombstone in the name of their son — Mo Ling.”
“What did you say?”
Ye Hao suddenly turned around, whose face turned dark gray. Shock and incredibility surged in his eyes. All of a sudden, he was startled and gave a haste exhalation.
He looked at A Mu in disbelief, thinking that he had misheard something.
A Mu shook his head with gravity and said, “I have gone to the cemetery myself. There is indeed a tomb. I ask the cemetery guard and he tells me that it has been under construction for almost one week.”