Quick Transmigration: Drama Queen's Daily Life-Chapter 932 - 921: The Villain Mom’s Little One

When Ye Ran returned with the food, what she saw was the harmonious scene of one big and one small person getting along well.

On the way back, she asked her daughter, "Why do you like Uncle Huo so much?"

Because he’s the most likely to become my stepdad!

Of course, she couldn’t say that out loud, so Ye Qiu said with a grin, "Because Uncle Huo is good-looking."

Her daughter was indeed drawn to looks? Ye Ran mischievously asked, "What if there’s someone even better looking?"

"Who?" Ye Qiu looked at her mom with wide eyes.

Ye Ran was at a loss for words, unable to give an example right away. Her mind couldn’t help but drift to the face of her boss, sighing inwardly, what a dangerous allure!

The company had just opened a children’s playroom and a brand-new break room, convenient for employees with no time to watch their kids and those weary from work. The staffed children’s playroom received high praise.

Hearing about it from her mom, Ye Qiu begged to be taken to the company. Ye Ran couldn’t resist her daughter’s pleading, so she brought her along.

Ever since Ye Qiu came to the company, she became everyone’s favorite. Watching her was more relaxing than taking a nap or playing games in the new break room. Her childlike words endeared her mom to everyone even more, and Ye Ran’s popularity visibly soared.

But among so many people in the company, Ye Qiu’s favorite, besides her mom, was Huo Xian. Whenever he visited, she always asked him to hold her.

"Do you like me that much?" Huo Xian teased her.

"Of course," Ye Qiu nodded affirmatively, handing him a biscuit she couldn’t open, and after he opened it, she fed him a piece and ate one herself.

For the first time in his life, he was fed by a little child. This feeling was very novel, making it feel particularly warm for someone like him who usually hated trouble. Sometimes he thought, how wonderful it would be if Little Ye Qiu were his child.

Huo Xian glanced subtly at Ye Ran, but unfortunately, the child’s mom was hard to win over.

When Ye Qiu turned three, she started attending a kindergarten. Though she went to school, traces of her in the company didn’t lessen at all, for she spent most of her after-school time there, as well as weekends.

"Uncle Huo." Ye Qiu always became particularly happy whenever she saw Huo Xian.

As usual, Huo Xian picked her up, skillfully leaning in for her to plant a slobbery kiss on his cheek.

Ye Ran watched from the side, unable to suppress her smile and helplessness. Their colleagues all teased them lovingly, seeing how much like a family of three they seemed. Everyone was aware of the boss’s pursuit, but no one understood why Ye Ran hadn’t accepted it yet.

Ye Ran looked at the man holding her daughter. He was handsome, mature, wealthy, and charming. She could genuinely feel his sincerity, but she was no longer the person she used to be.

Now, she felt tainted and was burdened with hatred. She didn’t feel worthy of him, nor did she want to drag him into her mess.

"Uncle Huo," Ye Qiu hesitated, speaking up.

"What’s wrong?" Huo Xian looked at her in confusion. This little one was usually so fearless, why was she bashful today?

"Can you do me a favor?" Ye Qiu looked at him pleadingly.

"What favor? If it’s within Uncle’s ability, just say it."

"Can you be my dad?" She whispered in his ear.

Huo Xian was taken aback and instinctively looked at Ye Ran.

Coincidentally, Ye Ran had come over and just happened to hear her daughter’s words, making her feel immensely awkward.

Her expression slightly unnatural, she said, "Qiu’er, don’t be silly."

"I’m not being silly." Ye Qiu pouted, holding on to Huo Xian’s neck even tighter.

"Come down," Ye Ran said with a stern look.

Ye Qiu said nothing, burying her head into Huo Xian’s neck.

Huo Xian could clearly sense the little girl’s reliance and unwillingness. He gently patted her back and spoke softly, "Don’t be harsh on the child, let’s find a quiet place to hear her out first!"

The three of them went to a quieter café, and Ye Ran pursed her lips at her daughter, "You better have a good reason."

Ye Qiu looked down, fiddling nervously with her fingers, anyone could see the unease and grievance of this mere three-year-old child.

"Alright, there’s no need for this kind of parenting. Qiu’er is already quite sensible, haven’t you noticed she’s never been willful? Hasn’t she always obediently listened to whatever you’ve said?" Huo Xian couldn’t help defending her.

Ye Ran pursed her lips, looking at her daughter with a mix of unease and guilt. Since her daughter’s birth, she admittedly hasn’t paid much attention in her pursuit of gaining the skills and knowledge necessary for her revenge.

Initially, she found herself extremely resentful of the child, as her birth marked a time of personal shame, to the extent that she nearly strangled her at birth.

But later, as Ye Qiu grew, especially through her negligence, she inexplicably became someone who would smile at her, who would try all sorts of ways to make her leave the house, who in a childish, sweet voice would coax her, saying things like "Mom is the best," "Mom’s cooking is the best," and such heartwarming words.

In time, Ye Ran slowly let go of her inner grudge, realizing that those who hurt her were others, not her innocent daughter.

But still, she was too busy, engrossed in absorbing all the knowledge she could to seek revenge, naturally neglecting her daughter.

Yet her daughter had no bitterness, often giving her a sweet smile when she was tired, and would clumsily attempt to pour water for her with a cup.

She had heard colleagues speak of how other people’s children were so naughty, so troublesome, but her daughter was never like that. She was persistently well-behaved, as if afraid to cause trouble, playing with a toy on her own for hours, eating carefully from her little bowl without spilling.

She’d seen other people’s children, where mealtimes seemed like warfare, everyone ended up exhausted, and food was strewn everywhere.

Her daughter, though, appeared almost conscious of her busyness and never caused trouble. Was her own attitude influencing her daughter?

People say that the children of the poor grow up fast because they are influenced by their environment. But Ye Qiu had been so sensible from a young age, was this because she unwittingly forced it upon her?

Thinking of this, her heart suddenly ached,

Looking at her daughter who bowed her head in grievance, she felt a twinge of bitterness; it was her inadequacy as a mother that led to her daughter never acting up.

And now, for just uttering a few words, she was brought to tears by her own reprimands.

"I’m sorry, Qiu’er," Ye Ran said, her throat tightening.

"Mom, it’s okay," Ye Qiu replied, lifting her head and running over, enveloping Ye Ran’s neck with her little arms.