Rich Young Mistress: Young Master Xie’s Dearest Beloved Wife

Xiajun Yanting’s eyes were almost glued to Hao’er. A hint of delight mixed with sorrow flashed across his beautiful, feminine-looking eyes.

The emotions in them were complex. They were filled with deep sorrow, yet it seemed full of hatred as well.

He stood there stiffly, with only Hao’er in his eyes. This face. Even if a few years had passed, it remained indelibly etched in his mind. Sometimes, he would even dream of this face in his sleep.

Yun Bixue could not bring Hao’er away in time. She wanted to greet him at first, but Majesty Kang, Xiajun Yanting, did not seem to have heard anything she said at all.

Yun Bixue followed his gaze and saw that he was looking at Hao’er.

Hao’er was not afraid when being stared at with such a murderous and dangerous gaze. He simply felt curious, and he even felt a hint of intimacy with this person.

Her heart skipped a beat as she moved decisively to block Hao’er from Majesty Kang’s view.

Majesty Kang finally regained his composure from his sorrowful memories. He shook his head hard. His complexion was not looking good already.

Xie Limo observed quietly as he narrowed his eyes.

He observed Hao’er and Xiajun Yanting carefully. His gaze suddenly flickered, as though he realized something.

“Majesty Kang, please.”

Xiajun Yanting glanced at Xie Limo and said, “This child must be Majesty Huang’s son!”

“Your Majesty has fine eyesight. This is indeed Majesty Huang’s son. He is Hao’er.”

Xiajun Yanting’s heart shuddered. He felt a wave of complicated emotions that weighed heavily on his heart. He searched his pockets, but there was nothing. He then patted his body to search.

Yun Bixue stared at Majesty Kang’s actions in surprise. She felt that his actions were too unsightly for a person of his status. He was digging out his pockets and feeling himself all over in front of them, and no one knew what he was doing.

Her mind was conjuring all sorts of weird thoughts. Could it be that Majesty Kang actually liked his brother instead?

The more she thought about it, the more disgusted Yun Bixue felt. She hated that she could not just carry Hao’er in her arms and leave immediately.

Just as she bent over about to carry Hao’er up, Xie Limo’s brow twitched. He hated that he could not tie his wife to his belt. She was already three to four months pregnant. She still did not have that self-awareness and wanted to carry Hao’er.

Just when Xie Limo was about to walk over, Majesty Kang, Xiajun Yanting, moved even faster than him.

Xiajun Yanting seemed to fly over to Hao’er and completely disregarded Yun Bixue. He passed the jade bangle in his hand to him and said, “Hao’er, I am Uncle. This is my first time meeting you. Uncle didn’t bring a red packet, so this is for you.”

Yun Bixue stared at the jade bangle with widened eyes. This… Is this for real?

No matter how calm and composed she was, she would not have imagined that the first time this pair of father and son met would look like this. Jade bangle? He actually gave him a jade bangle?

Wasn’t this something a mother gave a daughter, or what a mother-in-law gave a daughter-in-law?

But what did she see? A father like Majesty Kang actually gave his son a jade bangle.

Forgive her for not regaining her composure. She wanted to laugh, but she did not dare to. She was almost out of breath for holding it in for too long.

Just as she was holding her breath, Xie Limo walked over and hugged her around her waist that had become thicker from being pregnant. He drew her away from the pair beside her.

Xie Limo gently patted Yun Bixue’s back to help her calm her breathing. “Look at you. You’re so old already, but you’re becoming more and more like a child. You don’t even remember how to breathe.”

Xie Limo’s voice was very soft, and he said it right beside Yun Bixue’s ear. Even though he said it in a reprimanding tone, his expression remained indulgent.

Xiajun Zihao stared at the Uncle in front of him and simply felt close to this person. He really liked him. He did not take the jade bangle, though. Instead, he addressed him in a clear voice, “Uncle.”