Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1183: The Future First Crown Princess
Three years later.
Today, a light rain started outside, yet it couldn’t prevent the commencement of a grand banquet. Half of the aristocracy had been invited, as today marks the tenth birthday of the Crawford family’s youngest daughter, Willow Crawford.
The Crawford family organized an extravagant birthday party to celebrate this little princess, Willow.
The attendees, all from high society and powerful families, came with their families, eagerly anticipating the growth of Willow, this precious flower, and speculating who would have the honor of becoming her future consort.
Today, Willow is ten years old.
At this moment, a long limousine sped through the rainy night, with Willow sitting in the back seat. She wore a princess dress, her long black hair cascading down her shoulders, revealing her stunningly beautiful face. Although she was only ten, she already possessed breathtaking beauty and impeccable elegance.
Hayden Crawford personally drove to pick up his daughter, as he had been doting on her for years.
When they were almost home, Willow looked through the gleaming car window and saw a ragged boy kneeling on the dark street. In front of him was a piece of paper with the words "Sell Myself for Mother’s Burial" written in large characters.
Willow rolled down the car window and looked at the boy, while the boy also lifted his head. His face was dirty, but his dark eyes shone like diamonds.
"Daddy," little Willow’s soft voice called out, "that boy looks pitiful, please help him."
Hayden stopped the car, got out, and approached the boy.
He squatted down slightly, "Where is your mother? I’ll make a call and have someone help you with it."
The boy looked up at Hayden Crawford. Due to long-term malnutrition, he was a bit thin, but facing Hayden, a man of authority, the boy was neither humble nor arrogant, "Thank you, sir. I wrote to sell myself for a burial. If you help bury my mother, you’ve bought me, and I’ll repay you in the future."
Seeing the boy’s clear logic and composed demeanor, Hayden raised the corners of his lips slightly, "Child, if you want to thank someone, thank my daughter. She’s the one who wants to help you."
The boy looked up at little Willow.
Little Willow sat in the luxury car, not alighting. The sleek car window slowly rolled down, revealing half of her fair, tender face and a pair of bright, lively eyes.
"There are many poor people in this world. I’m not a philanthropist. If it weren’t for my daughter, I might not have even seen you. Therefore, I don’t need you to sell yourself. Even if you can’t afford to bury your mother, buying you wouldn’t help. However, I’ll arrange for you to go to school. Cherish this opportunity and make yourself stronger, child." Hayden patted the boy’s shoulder, then drove away.
The boy watched the direction in which the luxury car departed for a long time, when an old man next to him chuckled, "Child, they’re gone, what are you still looking at? Could it be you fancy the little princess in the car?"
The boy said nothing.
"Let me tell you, the gentleman who just helped you is Hayden Crawford, the world’s richest man. The one in the car is the Crawford family’s cherished jewel, Willow Crawford. They live up in the clouds, and people like us at the bottom of society can hardly reach them. So you’d best give up that thought early. The little princess Willow is not someone we can aspire to."
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Hayden took little Willow home. Vivi Xavier came, and the two sisters entered the room to engage in endless whisperings.
Serena Sterling helped Hayden change his coat and said with a charming smile, "Mr. Crawford, why are you home ten minutes later than usual today? Could it be that some vixen on the road caught your eye and delayed your steps?"
Hayden hugged Serena in one swift motion, "What vixen, isn’t the vixen right here? One is enough for me."
Years passed, but our Mr. Crawford still knew how to sweet-talk. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢
Serena raised her lips, "Don’t stray off-topic, confess honestly!"
"Delayed a bit on the way, Willow saw a boy selling himself for his mother’s burial and asked me to help. When the daughter speaks, I had to comply."
So that’s what happened...
Serena sighed.
"What’s wrong?" Hayden buried his handsome face in her long hair and asked, "Do you have something on your mind?"
"Willow is our little princess, but she also has her mission and responsibilities. Her life can never be as joyous and free as the lives of ordinary children, and both love and marriage are... beyond her control."
Hayden raised his head, "Is Willow’s marriage already decided?"
Serena nodded, "We’re opting for a royal alliance with Prince Rosen from the Rosen family. Prince Rosen is two years older than Willow, and the two are quite a match. Willow’s path is set; in the future, she will be the world-renowned primary princess consort."
Feeling his wife’s heartache, Hayden clutched her hand, intertwining their fingers, "Serena, I know you feel for our daughter. From the moment Willow was born, her life was framed within a set destiny. But, that’s the path of our children. As the daughter of Hayden Crawford and you, Serena Sterling, she is destined not to be ordinary. I also believe that whether as the Princess of Alani or as the primary princess consort, Willow will walk her path well."
Serena looked up, seeing through the window the brilliantly lit banquet hall below, where Prince Rosen made his entrance.
Prince Rosen wore a black suit, adorned with a gentleman’s bow tie at the collar, exuding the noble elegance of a prince in every gesture.
In terms of birth, demeanor, and breeding, Prince Rosen and Willow are indeed well-matched.
The so-called match made in heaven, nothing more than this.
Little Willow and little Vivi Xavier approached Prince Rosen, who handed over a beautifully wrapped gift, "Willow, happy birthday. This is the birthday present I prepared for you. Open it and see."
Little Willow opened the gift, inside was a Pearl Nightingale.
The top-quality Pearl Nightingale immediately shone brightly, its brilliant and radiant light instantly dazzling the entire hall.
Wow.
Everyone cast envious glances. What a grand gesture by Prince Rosen, a Pearl Nightingale is worth a fortune.
"Look, Prince Rosen has arrived, he’s here with a Pearl Nightingale to propose to his future princess consort."
"Don’t you know? Little Princess Willow and Prince Rosen’s marriage alliance is already decided."
"My little princess Willow, my heart is broken."
Discussions buzzed all around.
Little Willow put away the Pearl Nightingale and looked at Prince Rosen. "Prince Rosen, thank you, I really like the gift you gave me."
Prince Rosen gazed at little Willow with admiration, "Willow, as long as you like it."
Little Willow handed the gift to the butler. Little Vivi Xavier whispered, "Sister Willow, although this Pearl Nightingale is nice, as the precious daughter of the Crawford family, you’ve seen all kinds of treasures. I don’t feel like you like this Pearl Nightingale that much, so why do you pretend to like it a lot?"
