Seeing Mo Qianjue arrive, the little Lolita immediately found her source of confidence.
In her eyes, Daddy was always the most incredible Daddy.
Therefore, Daddy must have a way to turn Brother Chu Jin back into the Brother Chu Jin of before.
"Daddy, Brother Chu Jin said she doesn’t want me anymore, can you think of a way? Pengpeng really likes Brother Chu Jin a lot..."
The little Lolita cried to Mo Qianjue, her large, spirit-filled eyes swollen and brimming with tears.
Her nose was also red, and her original milky voice had become extremely hoarse; it was clear that the little Lolita was genuinely heartbroken.
"Pengpeng, be good, listen, your Brother Chu Jin is just playing with you. You’re so obedient, how could she possibly not want you?" Mo Qianjue soothed, patting the little Lolita’s head.
A look of distress appeared in his perfect phoenix eyes at that moment.
His daughter, pampered from a young age, when had she ever faced such grievance?
"...Really?" The little Lolita sobbed, then raised her eyes to look at Mo Qianjue.
The corners of Mo Qianjue’s mouth curled into a faint smile, "Of course it’s true. When has Daddy ever lied to you?"
Because of Mo Qianjue’s deliberate concealment, in Chu Jin’s view, this man before her seemed utterly ordinary, indistinguishable from a stone on the roadside.
This father and daughter pair were truly interesting.
One wonders what the deal was with Chu Jin, to be acquainted with so many disreputable people.
"Miss Chu, Pengpeng is young and ignorant. If she has offended you in any way, I apologize on her behalf. I hope you won’t mind," Mo Qianjue then slowly lifted his gaze to Chu Jin.
From a distance, he hadn’t paid much attention, but now up close, he realized that this young girl, apart from her face resembling Chu Jin’s, there was nothing else similar about her.
She didn’t match the elegant aura of the woman in his memory at all.
The woman in his memory, whether standing or sitting, always held her back straight, proud as she was.
But the person before him, with unstable footing, stood in a visibly awkward manner, as if bearing the weight of thousands of pounds on her shoulders, giving off a gloomy impression.
Also, the woman in his memory was always bare-faced, her complexion radiant like jade.
Yet the person before him had a light layer of makeup on her face, as if hiding something.
It didn’t seem like she had changed, but rather that she had been completely replaced, inside out.
Mo Qianjue’s eyes narrowed slightly, the inkiness in them deepening significantly.
Chu Jin felt uncomfortable under Mo Qianjue’s scrutinizing gaze and didn’t want to interact with him. She hadn’t stepped into Chu Jin’s shoes just to deal with two ordinary people.
Who knew where this father and daughter had come from, possibly some slum, not possessing a single valuable thing.
Only Chu Jin would associate with such people.
She, Chu Jin, wouldn’t waste a minute on such individuals.
Seeing Chu Jin remain silent, Mo Qianjue continued, "Miss Chu, would you be willing to forgive Pengpeng?"
As he spoke, Mo Qianjue quickly analyzed the current situation.
By now, he could almost certainly determine that there was something odd about this Chu Jin before him.
Chu Jin’s gaze was filled with disdain. Now that she was Chu Jin, she was determined to dominate Chu Jin’s life. It was better to disassociate from such people who were of no use to her as soon as possible.
"Sir, please look after your daughter and prevent her from running around in the future. I’ll let today’s incident of her smearing snot on me slide, but what if she damages something here one day? Can you afford to compensate?"
Mo Qianjue’s ears twitched, capturing every word Chu Jin said.
Oh, he had discovered another peculiarity.
That was her voice.
Her voice had a clear timbre, exceedingly melodious, like the gentle breeze of April, imbued with liveliness, refreshing to the ear.
Extremely pleasant.
But this voice, right beside him, was very odd, as if suppressing something. At first listen, there seemed to be nothing amiss, but upon closer attention, one could discern the difference within the voice.
Somewhat hoarse.
And a bit... muddled.
It concealed the original vocal quality.
Ethereal, making it somewhat hard to discern the real intention.
Moreover, the woman he remembered was always polite even to a scavenger or vagrant. When had her vision ever been this shallow?
If she had indeed been greedy, she wouldn’t have so readily returned the Jade Pendant to him.
Nor would she have been so kind to the little Lolita.
This person, definitely wasn’t her.
The one he knew, simply wasn’t like this.
Mo Qianjue patted the little Lolita’s head and spoke softly, "Pengpeng, look carefully, is she the Brother Chu Jin you know?"
His voice wasn’t loud, as if coated with a layer of magic, it traveled through the air and into the little Lolita’s ears before sinking into her heart.
Instantly sobering one’s mind.
The little Lolita immediately stopped crying, wiped her eyes, and looked in Chu Jin’s direction.
The moment she saw Brother Chu Jin, she became too overjoyed, and thus, she didn’t have the chance to think.
Afterwards, Brother Chu Jin said she didn’t want her anymore, which made her too heartbroken, so she hadn’t had the chance to think it through either.