Rebirth: Inheriting Millions In The Eighties
Chapter 112 Why is He Here_1

Chapter 112: Chapter 112 Why is He Here_1

Mrs. Xia had not noticed the man at first, it was only when she stepped into the room that she became aware of his presence.

Her steps instantly stiffened, and her pupils dilated uncontrollably.

Him!

How could he be here!

The man was sitting on the couch, his figure tall and straight beneath his suit, his hair neatly trimmed and slicked with shiny hair gel.

His face was just as it had been back then, with sharp, wild features, an exuberant handsomeness like that of a tiger in the prairie.

Yet there were changes, as the years and time had given him a more poised and restrained air, like a tiger that had sheathed its claws.

The last time she saw him was fifteen years ago, not long after she had married Xia Jianren. He had come to the Xia family home to find her and said a lot to her.

He said he was sad he hadn’t married her.

He said he was leaving for Capital City to get away from this place, hoping it would ease his heartache.

He also said that if Xia Jianren ever wronged her, she should call him, and he would come and take her away.

Those distant words, now, seemed to travel through time, echoing clearly in her ears.

Back then, the twenty-year-old young man’s eyes were red-rimmed as he left, looking back every few steps.

But the eighteen-year-old girl had wished for nothing more than for him to hurry away, lest others see them and suspect an illicit affair. She even scorned him, saying, "You hoodlum, spewing nonsense! How could Jianren ever fail me?"

In the end, she had treasured a scoundrel like him as a gem and almost ruined herself.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she revisited the past.

Aware of her own lapse, Mrs. Xia quickly turned her face away to wipe the tears from her cheeks, her head bowed, biting her lip so hard it turned white. Then, like an ostrich pretending not to see, she pulled Xia Ningxing along and walked further in.

Xia Ningxing glanced curiously at the young man, then at the meaningful looks exchanged among the people inside, and immediately sensed that something was unusual.

Tsk!

It seemed like the aroma of matchmaking was in the air.

Entering the main room, Xia Ningxing and her five brothers greeted the seated guests in unison, "Grandma, Uncle, Auntie, happy New Year."

"Good, good, good."

Their faces broke into wide smiles as they handed out red envelopes.

"Uncle, happy New Year to you too." Xia Ningxing cocked her head and smiled at the man sitting on the couch, her beautiful brows arching into crescents.

Maybe this would be her future stepfather. It was always right to establish a good relationship early.

She was very open-minded about her mother finding a stepfather; in fact, she was quite supportive of it.

But she didn’t know if the man was wealthy, owned several houses, and whether he had a promising future. Of course, cough, the most important thing was definitely what kind of person he was!

If he turned out to be like Xia Jianren, she would slap him off the face of the Earth.

"Ah, so this is Bao’er! Happy New Year. Here, take this red envelope."

The man’s heart melted into water at the sight of the little girl’s sweet face, and he affectionately stroked her head.

With a red envelope to take, Xia Ningxing’s smile became even brighter, "Thank you, Uncle!"

The five brothers were slightly stunned but, despite not knowing him, courteously called out, "Uncle," as well.

Xia Jiehao responded to each one in turn and handed out red envelopes.

Mrs. Cheng couldn’t help but cast a glance at Mrs. Xia, who seemed almost ready to lower her head to her stomach, and couldn’t help but snort, "Lin Lan, you seem to be regressing as you grow older. You don’t even ask when we have a guest in the house. You’re less sensible than a child!"

"Mom, I..." Mrs. Xia finally brought herself to lift her head, her face flushed with embarrassment, her fingers fumbling with the hem of her clothes. Unable to resist Mrs. Cheng’s insistence, she quickly glanced at the man and said, "Hello."

Her tone was distant and cold.