Chapter 741: Chapter 741: Your Daughter Won’t Have to Worry About Finding a Husband Anymore
He Jingyao looked down at the “sweet burden” beside him and smiled faintly, “No adverse reactions.”
Huo Yanzhao was both surprised and proud, “My four years of hard work has not been in vain. By the way, Uncle said you found a child from somewhere, claiming it’s your own… What exactly is going on?”
“Zhixi is still alive, and she gave me a son,” He Jingyao hooked the corner of his mouth, “Now you don’t have to worry about a match for your daughter.”
“No wonder you were in a hurry to have the surgery…” Huo Yanzhao calmed down before speaking, “As for my daughter’s marriage, you don’t need to worry about that!”
With that, he forcefully hung up the phone.
He Jingyao smiled and put his phone back, then turned his head to glance at Xiaobao, “Son, you will find your own bride in the future.”
Xiaobao looked confused, “What bride?”
Zhixi, on the other hand, was listening intently, “Is it Brother Huo and Sister Xuefei’s daughter? I wonder what the little girl looks like. I really want to meet her! And Xuefei, and Yushan…”
As she spoke, she sighed with a tinge of loss.
She wondered when she would be able to return as Su Zixi to see them.
He Jingyao rubbed her head gently, his voice soft, “You will have the chance.”
Xiaobao, not getting a response, tugged unhappily at his clothes, “Daddy, what bride…”
After hanging up the phone, Huo Yanzhao stared at the screensaver on his phone.
The little girl was cradled in Yun Xuefei’s arms, her face full of sweet smiles, while Xuefei also smiled softly, her contentment apparent to anyone.
Huo Yanzhao’s lips involuntarily curved up at the corners.
It had been three whole days since he returned from Yangdong City, and he had been busy dealing with the work Huo Yanhui had left behind. During his four-year absence, the family business had been managed by Yanhui. But as soon as Yanzhao returned, Huo Yanhui couldn’t wait to dump the burden and run off, preventing him from seeing his daughter right away.
Huo Yanzhao had originally planned to see the mother and daughter early the next morning, but at this moment, looking at this photo, he suddenly couldn’t wait another second.
Huo Yanzhao quickly stood up, left his office, and drove to Shanglin Bay.
From a distance, seeing the lit-up villa made his eyes involuntarily well up.
Huo Yanzhao parked the car, got out, and walked step by step in that direction.
He could almost imagine what the scene inside the house was like at this moment.
Such a scene was his utopia, the driving force and source that had sustained him over the past four years.
But when he reached the doorstep, his steps involuntarily halted.
The closer to home, the greater the apprehension.
In the past four years, he had only come back when his daughter was born and on each of her birthdays, and it had been nearly half a year since the last time he saw them.
He had always restrained himself from seeing them, attempting to use time to dilute everything, but he was also afraid that time would not only wash away resentment but also love.
Before he knew it, he had reached the front door, and from inside came the faint sound of light footsteps and the girl’s crisp and soft voice.
His heart surged, and he placed his right hand on the doorbell, yet hesitated to press it.
Just then, there was a sound from inside, and the door opened… Huo Yanzhao had no time to escape and could only face the person behind the door head-on. Follow current novᴇls on NoveI[F]ire.net
“Xuefei,” he heard his own hoarse voice, “it’s me.”