The Billionaire's Mischievous Sweetheart-Chapter 579 - 576: You Tell Me a Story

But it was the thoughtful care and affection that made her want to dote on her daughter even more uncontrollably.

When Little Candy heard her mother was going to tell her a story, her eyes widened even further. She looked at her mother innocently and said, "Mommy, Mommy, are you going to tell me a story? I really love listening to stories. Will you tell me one, please? I want to hear the one about the fox and the mouse, and I want to hear about the Great Sage Equal to Heaven. I also want to hear about the Great Sage Equal to Heaven and the Little Monk. Oh, right, it seems like I know about a story called ’Journey to the West’ with the Great Sage Equal to Heaven and the Little Monk in it!"

Hua Xiaomo looked at her daughter and couldn’t help smiling. My daughter is truly brilliant! she thought. I haven’t even told her about ’Journey to the West’, yet she already knows?

"The story Mommy is going to tell you today isn’t about ’Journey to the West’ or the Great Sage Equal to Heaven and the Little Monk. I’m going to tell you a story about a trumpet flower, is that okay?" Hua Xiaomo looked at her daughter with a smile, then gently patted her daughter’s little head, her face beaming with a radiant smile.

Candy looked at her mother and blinked before saying, "Okay, Mommy, then you tell me the story about the trumpet flower. I like listening to stories about trumpet flowers."

Hua Xiaomo looked at her daughter, smiled, and said, "So, does Little Candy want to go to her room with me now? Let’s go, I’ll carry you to your room. We’ll lie on your bed, and Mommy will tell you a story while you go to sleep, all right?"

Little Candy looked at her mother with big eyes, looking incredibly cute at that moment. Hua Xiaomo didn’t say anything more; she simply picked up her daughter and walked upstairs. She opened her daughter’s room, carried her to bed, tucked her in with a thick blanket, and then sat down beside her bed.

Then Hua Xiaomo affectionately recounted the story of the trumpet flower. "Once upon a time, there was a trumpet flower that grew amidst the storms. It grew and climbed, lifting its head. Then, it saw a rainbow hanging in the sky."

As Little Candy listened to the story her mother was telling, her eyes grew wide. She listened very attentively, as if her eyes could truly see the trumpet flower and the rainbow in the sky.

"The trumpet flower called Grandpa Tree and said, ’Grandpa Tree, the rainbow is so beautiful! When can I see it again?’ Grandpa Tree laughed heartily and said, ’Only after a summer downpour, when the sun comes out, will you see it again!’" Hua Xiaomo saw a hint of a smile on her daughter’s lovely little face.

My daughter is my own little treasure! Hua Xiaomo felt. Especially now, during the storytelling, she’s listening so attentively. I believe that as long as I guide her earnestly, my daughter will certainly have a very bright future.

Alright, I don’t expect my daughter to match my current achievements, she thought. All I hope is that her future days will be happy and joyful, and that she will grow up healthier.

"The trumpet flower climbed and climbed until it reached the crow’s house in the tree and asked, ’Sasuke Uchiha, what are you doing at home?’ Sasuke Uchiha busily replied, ’I’m taking care of my mom. My mom is getting old, and I have to bring her tea and water, to be her happy, good baby.’" Hua Xiaomo said cheerfully.

As she spoke, she looked into Little Candy’s eyes and saw them shining brightly. Little Candy really loves this story, she realized, and it’s meaningful too! It’s perfect for teaching children to be filial to their parents; that’s a very good thing indeed!

"What comes next in the story, Mom? You haven’t finished telling it, have you? I love listening to it so much, please keep going!" Little Candy asked her mother. Mom is truly amazing, she thought, just like our teacher. She’s such a remarkable person!

Hua Xiaomo smiled and continued, "Then the trumpet flower saw Grandpa Owl sleeping. Tiptoeing so as not to wake him, the trumpet flower thought admiringly, Grandpa Owl sleeps during the day and hunts field mice at night to protect the crops; such a great contribution indeed! The trumpet flower then climbed and climbed to the top of the tree. By then, it had grown late, and Aunt Moon had come out. I’ll try to call him another day! it decided."

"The trumpet flower was so happy. It felt that its life was full of wonders. Tomorrow morning, it would broadcast with its big trumpet!" Hua Xiaomo looked at her daughter, her own face blooming with a smile like that of the trumpet flower. She said, "Little Candy, Mommy has finished telling the story. Did you enjoy it? If you did, Mommy will tell you another one. I hope you can be happy and listen to all the stories Mommy tells you, okay?"

"Okay, okay, Mommy, please tell me quickly! I really love the stories you tell. Mommy’s voice is so pleasant—like the delightful sound of birds!" Little Candy spoke as she gazed at her mother, her eyes filled with tender care.

At this moment, Mom is the best mom in the world, Little Candy thought. Well, I always feel like Mom has two sides: sometimes she’s wonderful, and other times, not so much. In any case, I can’t quite describe the feeling—it just seems Mom is good sometimes and bad sometimes. But regardless, Mom will always be by my side, taking care of me. And I tell Mom what I want to eat, and if I’m not feeling well, I tell Mom too. All things considered, Mom is indeed a great mother. She’s so caring and loving! Mom educates me, tells me stories, and buys me beautiful new clothes to wear. So, Mom is definitely a good mother. Mom is the best mom in the world; there’s no one better than my mother.

In Little Candy’s heart, the image of her mother filled every part. She saw her mother as an incredibly grand figure, almost extending beyond the universe.

It seems like no one could ever be better than Mom, she thought, and I’m determined to be a good daughter to her. Mom is the greatest mom there could possibly be. Alright, even though I don’t know who my dad is—or even what kind of person he is—that doesn’t matter anymore. Because Mom is so grand; having one mom like her is worth a hundred thousand dads!