The Cold-hearted CEO's Unwanted Bride
Chapter 332: Dad Doesn’t Love Me, Nor Does He Love You

Chapter 332: Chapter 332: Dad Doesn’t Love Me, Nor Does He Love You

"Waaah... Rather than let Aunt Lin Man figure it out and not want him either..."

Although it wasn’t exactly appropriate, for some reason, Qin Yan suddenly felt like laughing.

The little girl’s words were so filled with disdain. Probably, back then, when Qin Yan told her about Bo Yunshen, she had painted too flattering a picture, which made little perfectionist Qin Yinyin unable to accept this version of Bo Yunshen.

No matter how it sounded, her words didn’t feel like dumping a man—it felt more like taking out the trash.

And Lin Man? In her narrative, she came across as someone picking through the trash, constantly eyeing the garbage in her hands.

If it weren’t for Qin Yinyin being so young, Qin Yan might have even thought the child was doing it on purpose.

"Sorry."

Qin Yan spat out the two words, bent down to pick up Qin Yinyin, and walked out of the hospital room in her high heels.

She felt a pang of regret in her heart for having argued with Bo Yunshen in front of Yinyin.

She should’ve held it in.

But that one sentence from Lin Man—"Your daughter is my daughter, too"—had thoroughly crossed her line.

Holding Yinyin all the way to the safety corridor’s entrance, she sat down on a row of green plastic benches. Cradling Yinyin, she patted and comforted her. Qin Yan thought she would have to coax the girl for a long while, but unexpectedly, the little one wiped her own tears, sniffled, and stopped crying.

Qin Yan felt at a loss for words as a strange feeling of possibly being duped by her own daughter in the hospital room grew stronger and stronger.

"Yinyin?"

Snuggled in Qin Yan’s arms, Yinyin’s fair, chubby little hands were absentmindedly picking at the pink rhinestones on her shoes while her eyes wandered, watching the passing crowd.

At the sound of Qin Yan’s voice, Yinyin’s tiny body shifted slightly. "Mommy, all those things you told me before—that Daddy loves me—you were lying, weren’t you?"

"Daddy doesn’t love me, and he doesn’t love you either."

Qin Yan’s pupils shrank sharply. It felt as though her heart had been grabbed by a large hand, leaving her unable to catch her breath.

"Yinyin, Mommy has never lied to you."

Bo Yun loved her. Their time together hadn’t been short. Qin Yan understood Bo Yunshen. He was a man of responsibility. If he knew Yinyin was his daughter, he would definitely give her a lot of love.

Just not right now.

Bo Yun loved her, Qin Yan. That was a fact. Back then, everyone in their school could vouch for it. Bo Yunshen had always been flamboyant. Even their relationship was a public whirlwind of drama and gossip.

But that was also in the past.

She wished for Yinyin to have an unblemished childhood without regrets, but her heart was willing while her strength fell short. She had no one to rely on and nowhere to gain help from.

It was her own greed—her desire for too much.

A bitter smile curved at the corners of Qin Yan’s lips as tears silently sank into her heart.

The pain was indescribable.

"Really?"

Qin Yan nodded.

Yinyin didn’t believe her. "Mommy, I’ve figured it out. The reason I’ve never met Daddy is because he doesn’t want to come home."

"Every time we go to Grandpa’s house, Daddy gets punished—it’s because he doesn’t treat us well."

"All my Barbie dolls and pretty dresses are bought by you for me, Mommy."

"They have nothing to do with Daddy."

As Yinyin spoke, her eyes reddened again, her voice choked with emotion, but she stubbornly held back her tears from falling.

"At school, so many people say I’m a bastard, and that’s why."

"Whenever I argue with classmates, it’s always Mommy who solves the problems for me."

"Mommy told me I have a Daddy, but actually, Daddy is like Superman in the cartoons. Yinyin can see him but can never touch him."

At that moment, Yinyin finally broke into sobs.

All the excuses Qin Yan had prepared in her heart felt like a giant balloon suddenly deflated by a prick, and for a moment, she nearly cried along with Yinyin.

Back then, she had been so busy with work—to save for Yinyin’s formula, her clothes, and the high tuition fees for Yinyin’s education.

She had asked herself if she loved Yinyin, and she was sure she had given her child the most comprehensive care. But Qin Yan never realized that her daughter had been getting into frequent conflicts at school.

Had been called a bastard.

In the mere month since meeting Bo Yunshen, little three-year-old Yinyin had suddenly grown up.

But the way she grew up gave Qin Yan a heart-wrenching sense of anguish.

Qin Yan’s eyes couldn’t hold back the redness, while Yinyin, covering her eyes, stifled her sobs and softly assured her, "Mommy, I’m not sad at all."

"Really?"

Meeting Qin Yan’s eyes, Yinyin licked her lips and compromised. "Just a little bit."

Qin Yan suddenly laughed. Hugging Yinyin tightly, she said, "Yinyin, remember, you are Daddy’s child—always will be!"

"You don’t have to feel sad or upset. Just be yourself in front of him!"

"If he dares to mistreat you, Grandpa will surely teach him a lesson on your behalf!"

Bo Yunshen, who had just walked up to Qin Yan’s side: "..."

Yinyin wiped her tears and wrapped her arms around Qin Yan’s neck.

"Mommy, Lin Man likes Daddy, and Tang Tian likes Daddy too. Why do so many people like him?"

Qin Yan froze at the question.

Bo Yunshen, who had been eavesdropping, smirked. Why else? Obviously because he, Bo Yunshen, was brimming with charm! In all of Tong City, there weren’t many women who didn’t like him after meeting him!

Yinyin’s question to Qin Yan was right on point. After all, how could Qin Yan not praise him? Even if she didn’t like him, she had Yinyin to think of. Wasn’t she still counting on Yinyin to aim for the Bo family estate? She couldn’t tarnish his image in front of the child, could she?

With that in mind, Bo Yunshen shifted his posture, eagerly waiting to hear how Qin Yan would speak highly of him.

But instead: "Maybe they just have poor eyesight?"

Bo Yunshen’s body straightened abruptly. Even Yinyin was taken aback. "Mommy, is your eyesight bad too?"

Qin Yan: "..."

What do you mean by liking him equating to bad eyesight?

Three years ago, she, Qin Yan, had stubbornly insisted on marrying him. Could it really have been because she was severely nearsighted and forgot to wear her glasses?

Bo Yunshen gritted his teeth bitterly, shooting a glance at Qin Yan in response to Yinyin’s question. The woman was cradling Yinyin in her arms, the expression on her face soft and full of tenderness.

That expression...

Could Qin Yan be hiding some deep love for him, unable to survive without him?!

Of course, all that earlier nonsense about poor eyesight must’ve been her way of covering up her true feelings!

"That was a long time ago."

Bo Yunshen paused, a faint rush of elation swelling in his chest.

He hadn’t imagined Qin Yan would actually admit it—admit that she liked him!

Bo Yunshen sneered to himself. No matter how capable Qin Yan might be, hadn’t she ended up falling for him anyway?

However, what did she mean by "a long time ago"?

She didn’t like him anymore?

This fickle, ungrateful woman—did she think she could abandon him after he was hers? Did she not understand her place?

She was Mrs. Bo. If she fancied someone else now, wouldn’t that count as marital infidelity?

"Mommy, is poor eyesight a sickness?"

"Yes!"

"Then, have you been cured?"

Qin Yan hesitated momentarily before nodding.

More or less.

Cured by Bo Yunshen himself. After trailing behind him for over a decade, enduring all the pain, she had finally learned.

There were many times when love alone wasn’t enough to resolve everything.