Disheartened, I Fled from the CEO with Our Babies
Chapter 196: Five Years Later: Father and Daughter Reunion

Chapter 196: Chapter 196: Five Years Later: Father and Daughter Reunion

Beyond the cold, his voice was eerily calm.

Yet, An Muxin trembled with fear.

Even though she tried her best to appear calm, she couldn’t suppress the tremor in her voice, "I... I just said some harsh words to her. I never had the malicious intent to harm her. I just..."

"I told you, she died. You’re guilty," Young Master Huo’s voice finally wavered. "Find a way to atone, or this won’t just blow over easily."

An Muxin’s eyes constricted sharply, and tears rolled uncontrollably down her cheeks, blurring her vision until she could barely see.

After a while, she regained her voice, "Atone? How do you want me to atone? Do you want me to go down and be buried with her?"

An Muxin exploded with anger and injustice in an instant. "Young Master Huo, if there has to be atonement, it shouldn’t be me. It was you. You’re the one who drove her to her death. If it weren’t for you, she wouldn’t have lived such a miserable life.

You didn’t love her, yet you confined her possessively in a tiny space. You clearly divorced her, clearly could have set her free. It was you... you destroyed her with your own hands.

If it weren’t for your indifference and cruelty, my few harsh words wouldn’t have caused her to miscarry and give birth prematurely... all of it is because of you. If there’s atonement, it’s you who should do it!"

The evening wind picked up.

The blood-red afterglow painted the entire [Huo Family ancestral grave] with a layer of bleakness.

The man, who blended into the twilight, seemed to have all the strength drained from him in an instant, leaving just an empty shell without a soul.

The wind tousled the long strands of hair on his forehead, obscuring his eyes, but in that moment, no one dared to breathe.

An Muxin held her breath, even forcing herself not to sob.

No one knew how much time had passed, but it felt as if the entire sky had completely darkened.

Finally, she heard the man standing before the tombstone pronounce, "Before I start a killing spree, leave."

An Muxin’s tense chest suddenly relaxed, and she collapsed to the ground from weak legs.

But soon, she picked herself up again.

Before leaving, she gazed deeply at the man who had his back to her and articulated clearly, "Brother, is she punishing or even retaliating against your heartlessness and betrayal with her death?"

With those words, she turned and left.

Although it was early summer, Young Master Huo felt devoid of any warmth.

It was as if a chill wind rose from his feet, making his whole chest shiver with cold.

He looked at the woman’s radiant smile on the tombstone, and his eyes reddened.

He felt his vision become somewhat blurred, a gust of wind sweeping away a layer of moisture at the corner of his eyes.

Suddenly, he burst into laughter, as if consumed with madness, torn apart and anguished beyond belief.

He thought to himself that An Muxin was right. This woman was indeed punishing or even retaliating against him with her death.

No, he couldn’t let her succeed in her revenge.

This woman, who never truly loved him, he absolutely would not allow her to successfully avenge him.

With that thought, Young Master Huo withdrew his fiery gaze from the woman’s photograph on the tombstone, then abruptly turned and strode away.

Since then, for five full years, he never set foot here again.

...

Five years later, [Xiao Chaofeng’s grand wedding].

Young Master Huo arrived fashionably late, and the celebration was nearly over, with most of the guests having left.

He handed the gift he brought to the bride, Nan Xiao, glanced around not seeing Xiao Chaofeng, and spoke softly, "Let Xiao Chaofeng know I was here, will you?"

After speaking, he was ready to leave when Nan Xiao handed him a glass of red wine, saying, "President Huo, since you’re here, why not have a drink before leaving?"

Young Master Huo raised an eyebrow, his Phoenix Eyes inscrutably sweeping over Nan Xiao, "It seems you have more in mind than just inviting me for a celebratory drink, don’t you?"

Nan Xiao curled her lips, skillfully diverting the topic, "I heard President Huo has set a wedding date and will soon enjoy marital bliss. I wanted to congratulate you in advance."

Young Master Huo’s eyes narrowed, "You’re still holding a grudge for that woman?"

Nan Xiao’s smile deepened, though her voice was mocking, "President Huo has so many women. May I ask which one you’re referring to?"

At this moment, a sound of tiny leather shoes tapping against the marble floor came from behind Nan Xiao.

Accompanied by the crisp clicking sound, a little girl in a pink, puffy princess dress tugged on Xiao Chaofeng’s sleeve as he came out from the other side.

Her eyes brimmed with tears, her voice tremulous and choked with sobs, "Uncle... I got separated from Mommy and Brother, can you help me?"

Xiao Chaofeng was initially headed in Nan Xiao’s direction.

But the little girl’s plea made him pause, and he bent down to look at her.

The little girl was as cute as a porcelain doll, her delicate Phoenix Eyes holding a heavy mist.

She had probably been crying for a while, her nose red, and in her eyes, there seemed to be tiny stars shimmering, making even a man like Xiao Chaofeng, who usually disliked children, want to have such a daughter to play with.

However, it was his wedding night, and he didn’t intend to meddle.

So, he raised his hand and pointed toward Young Master Huo’s direction, saying flatly, "Uncle is busy right now; you can go find him. He’s a man with time."

At this moment, Young Master Huo was sitting at the main guest table. Having just returned from a business trip and barely catching the tail end of the banquet, he was feeling a bit hungry and wasn’t in a hurry to leave.

He used a fork to stab a slice of untouched cream cake and gestured to the small girl, who seemed a bit afraid of him and was peeking at him timidly.

Huo Chenghuan eyed the tempting strawberry cream cake on his plate, and after a bit of mental preparation, she slowly moved her little legs toward him.

Once closer, Young Master Huo could see her clearly.

She had a pair of bright, black eyes, large and round—Phoenix Eyes, yet not the typical type, slightly upturned at the corners but not exaggerated, one of the most beautiful kinds of Phoenix Eyes.

At her young age, her features were already so striking, one could easily guess her parents were extraordinarily attractive.

"Uncle...," the little one called out politely yet timidly.

Maybe realizing he looked fierce, Young Master Huo’s expression softened a bit.

He unconsciously gentled his voice, looking at her, pointing toward Xiao Chaofeng’s direction, and asked rather curiously, "Why do you call him Uncle and me, Uncle?"

Huo Chenghuan pouted her chubby little lips, "Because Mommy said, those without a mustache should be called Uncle, and those with a mustache should be called Uncle. Uncle, you have a mustache, and that Uncle doesn’t."

Young Master Huo looked at her soft little face and felt the urge to pinch her cheeks.

But fearing he might scare her, he restrained himself.

He noticed the small girl eyeing the cake on his plate, raised his eyebrows, and smiled, "Would you like to try it?"

At his words, the girl’s eyes lit up, though there were still unshed tears at the corners of her eyes.

How adorable.

Moved with affection, Young Master Huo lifted her onto his lap and began feeding her the cake with a fork, bite by bite.

Sensing his kindness, the little girl became chattier, "Uncle, do you like kids?"

"No, not really."

The little one was curious, "Then why are you holding me?"

Young Master Huo took a tissue to gently wipe the cream from her cheek, his tone warm, "Because..."

Because he felt a sense of familiarity, because it seemed as if something had mysteriously entangled his heart.

Young Master Huo thought for a moment, and chose the simplest words: "Because you are adorable."