Upon seeing the words “sponsor”, a stern look suddenly flashed in Xu Mushen’s eyes.
He narrowed his icy cold gaze, feeling as if he were seeing a ghost being here visiting her!
Even if she was wronged today, the fact that she was playing the mistress role for someone else was undeniable.
With this in mind, he snorted coldly and turned to leave.
But as he turned around, his wrist was suddenly pulled back.
Xu Mushen turned his head, only to see the girl apparently disturbed by the ring of the phone.
She was looking troubled, her hands tightly gripping his.
He snorted frostily, trying to pull his hand away, but suddenly heard her upset voice: “Mum, Dad, is it because there’s something wrong with me, that’s why you don’t want me?”
Her voice in the still night was as light as a feather, softly passing by.
Xu Mushen paused and his heart involuntarily clenched.
His mind was suddenly filled with the image of the little girl on the rooftop of the orphanage in today’s heavy rain, her expression helpless and confused.
It was the question she had also asked before.
And probably the question every orphan would ask.
But he had never thought, that the quirky, never disadvantaged woman standing before him, was once such a lost child.
“Mummy, Daddy…”
She suddenly started to sob quietly.
That crying sound made Xu Mushen slightly taken aback.
He heard her continue: “Did I do something wrong?
You must not hate me, not dislike me.
I can change…”
The girl’s unconscious wail was like a wronged kitten.
Her black hair, spread on the pillow, framing her palm-sized face, making her look adorably pitiful.
She tightly held his hand, as if fearing he would go away.
Xu Mushen stared at her, complexity swirling in his deep eyes.
Indeed.
Sterling up in an orphanage, knowing nothing, perhaps she does not consider playing the mistress for someone as wrong.
Just like she said to her grandmother, “…
Nobody taught me …”
So could he try, give her another chance, and properly teach her how to live?
In his contemplation, she suddenly broke into a more severe sob, murmuring: “Dad, Mum, don’t leave me…”
She seemed emotionally agitated and looked like she was about to turn over.
What if she touched her leg injury…
With that thought in mind, Xu Mushen stretched out his other big hand, clumsily patting her shoulder, as if comforting a child: “I won’t go, I won’t leave you.”
Maybe his words had an effect, as the girl slowly calmed down.
Once she fell back into sound sleep, Xu Mushen felt his shoulder was about to stiffen.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
Finally, the commotion woke up the family doctor.
He abruptly stood up, looking at Xu Mushen in bewilderment: “Sir, I…”
A cold gaze from Xu Mushen swept past, immediately silencing the family doctor.
Only then did he turn back to see the girl on the bed was still sleeping peacefully, he breathed a sigh of relief.
The doctor tiptoed over, checked on Qiaoqiao’s condition, removed the needle from her injury, and then said, “Miss Qiaoqiao’s fever has subsided.”
Xu Mushen nodded and then lowered his voice to say, “You can go to the guest room to rest.”
The doctor nodded.
But as he left, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right.
He was supposed to take care of Miss Qiaoqiao, but now somehow, he was off to sleep while the ‘Sir’ remained in her room?