Attention Sir, I Have Your Heart Handcuffed!-Chapter 478 - 345. The Third Ford (Fourth Update)

Jieyou climbed up, snuggling beside Huangfu Huazhang, and looked up at the four-poster bed, sighing with an old soul’s air: "It really looks like a princess bed."

Huangfu Huazhang laughed. He didn’t condescendingly help her just because she was young; instead, he let her fully enjoy the joy of self-reliance. He tilted his head to look at her: "Hmm, your mommy said the same thing."

This four-poster bed, she had once been curious about how it was brought through the door.

In little Jieyou’s eyes there was an unmistakable longing, as she hugged her cloth doll tightly and quietly raised her small face to Huangfu Huazhang: "Did Jieyou’s mommy also like this kind of princess bed?"

A gentle pain rose in Huangfu Huazhang’s heart, but he smiled: "Yes, she liked it."

Jieyou smiled happily, burying her face in the doll: "Then Jieyou’s mommy is the big princess, and Jieyou is the little princess. And then someday, Jieyou and mommy will sleep together on this big bed."

Huangfu Huazhang couldn’t control himself and found his eyes wet. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

He could only smile with effort: "Alright."

But... he himself didn’t know if that day would ever come.

He propped himself up and kissed Jieyou on the forehead: "Your Highness the Princess, sleep now. Even though mommy isn’t here tonight, daddy will be with you on this princess bed."

Jieyou hugged the cloth doll, revealing her eyes: "... Can Jieyou know, what does mommy look like?"

She had never seen her own mommy. When she was in China, no one around her knew what her mommy looked like. Little as she was, she just thought maybe it wasn’t that her mommy had passed away, but that she had never had a mommy?

Even daddy never mentioned mommy in front of her. But now, flying on a big plane to be with daddy, it seemed like daddy was willing to start telling her about mommy.

So, was she not... just like all the other children in the world, actually did have a mommy?

Thinking of this, her little heart was both happy and melancholic. Happy that she was finally going to see mommy; but melancholic because... why hadn’t mommy ever come to see her all this time?

And also, how long would it be until she could see mommy?

Huangfu Huazhang’s heart felt like it was wrenched. He took a deep breath.

Jieyou was four, and Jieyou was finally starting to understand. He finally had to face these questions from an understanding Jieyou.

He hesitated for a moment, but still got off the big bed and went to the desk, opening a drawer and taking out a large envelope.

Those were Shi Nian’s photos, from childhood to over the years.

Jieyou gathered them one by one, laying them out, and opened her eyes wide to look carefully, eagerly. Looking at them, the little one seemed like she wanted to jump right into the photos.

Huangfu Huazhang laughed again, his eyes uncontrollably wet. He reached out to pull her back, pressing her into his embrace: "Careful with your eyes."

Jieyou quietly laughed: "Jieyou’s mommy really looks like a princess."

Maybe little children don’t yet know what words to use to describe a woman’s beauty and grace, so they lump it all under "princess." Huangfu Huazhang knew, Jieyou truly liked her mommy.

"Alright, after seeing mommy, it’s time to sleep."

Huangfu Huazhang tucked his little daughter back into the blanket, adjusted it snugly for her, and gently helped her close her eyelids.

Instinctively, he glanced back at the mirror, in which was a stranger, wearing a gentle smile so unfamiliar that he almost thought it was someone else.

He had only ever been like this to two people in his life.

His Nian Nian.

His, Jieyou.

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Shi Nian had a dream and suddenly woke up.

Her stomach started hurting inexplicably, hurting so much she couldn’t fall back asleep.

She got up, being careful not to wake Rosa beside her, and then walked barefoot downstairs to the kitchen to boil some hot water to drink.

The firelight flickered as she clutched the cup and crouched on the floor.

So strange, in her dream she saw a little child softly calling her: Mommy.

She rubbed her temples, thinking she must have been too busy lately and hadn’t gone to see mom much, so she missed her mom?

Or maybe... it was all Tang Yanqing’s fault for those love words he kept saying to her these days, saying he wanted to quickly wrap up all matters, then marry her and have her quickly give him children...

It was originally a very beautiful thought, yet she couldn’t suppress that odd melancholy from the dream.

She crouched on the floor, unable to stop tears from falling.

In the dream, she couldn’t see the shape and face of that child clearly at all, yet why did it make her unable to control her tears?