Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter - Chapter 390 - Chapter 390: Chapter 388: A Sweet Voice of Father_1

Chapter 390: Chapter 388: A Sweet Voice of Father_1
He had been waiting for this moment for a long time, and he was delighted to witness his big brother and little Qingluo’s reunion and his big brother’s reaction afterward.

“Qingluo, are you tired from studying? Did you have a good lunch? Is the food in the other courtyard delicious?”

As the hostess of the banquet, Second Aunt Lin was responsible for entertaining Su Hu and his wife without fail.

Ye Xue’e, on the other hand, focused solely on her daughter, holding her delicate little hand and asking about her well-being.

“Not tired, the food is very good. The chef in the other courtyard is quite skilled, and the dishes are never the same each day.”

With a warm smile, Su Qingluo answered the daily routine questions in a considerate manner.

“As long as you eat well, your mother will be relieved. I worry that as you grow up, you’ll be more concerned about your appearance and not eat properly, which would be detrimental to your health.”

Ye Xue’e was a loving mother, admonishing with a smile.

“Mother, put your mind at ease. Like you, Qingluo has a slender figure, delicate and graceful. No matter how much I eat, I won’t gain weight. I won’t deliberately eat less just to maintain my figure.”

With a mischievous smile, Su Qingluo coquettishly wrapped her arms around her mother’s arm.

“You, always so sweet-talking, like you’ve smeared honey on your mouth. You’re really good at making people happy.”

Tapping her daughter’s forehead, Ye Xue’e’s eyes curved as she smiled.

“That child is little Qingluo!”

Unaware of Lin Xiaoyang, who was standing straight ahead, the mother and daughter chatted and laughed as they walked forward, completely engrossed in their conversation.

As the mother and daughter, whose features resembled each other, walked toward him, Lin Xiaoyang’s legs seemed to be nailed to the ground, unable to move.

“Qingluo, this is your father, the Duke of Zhen’s Heir, Lin Xiaoyang.”

As mother and daughter drew closer, Ye Xue’e glanced at the stunned heir, who showed no sign of realizing he was blocking the path, sighed softly, and had to introduce her daughter herself.

“Father.”

Looking up at her biological father, who she had never met before, Su Qingluo suppressed her complex and indescribable emotions, and brought a sweet smile to her face.

“Boom!”

As if a muffled thunder exploded above him, Lin Xiaoyang’s mind went blank.

This scene felt like a dream.

It was identical to the one he had seen in that dream.

In the dream, the lovely little girl named Yuxue had sweetly called him father with a beaming smile.

The blurry face in the dream gradually merged with that of the little girl in front of him,

becoming the clear image of little Qingluo.

In an instant, he understood.

He believed Second Uncle Lin’s words and understood why he had insisted on making the request.

Asking him to send someone to investigate the origins of little Qingluo.

At this moment, he was as eager as Second Uncle Lin to know the answer.

“Little Qingluo, come to your father. I have a gift for you.”

Suppressing his inner excitement, he squatted down, trying to match the eye level of the young girl in front of him, and put on a gentle smile.

“Mm, alright.”

With a nod, Su Qingluo obediently stepped forward, releasing Ye Xue’e’s hand.

As she approached step by step, Lin Xiaoyang’s heart raced, and his breathing nearly came to a halt.

Upon closer look, the little girl resembled her mother even more.

Her skin as white as snow, delicate features, a touch of grace typical of Jiangnan women, and a unique spirit in her brows and eyes.

My daughter!

My daughter!

A voice suddenly sounded, echoing nonstop in his mind.

“Father, the gift?”

Su Qingluo’s eyes sparkled, catching every detail of Lin Xiaoyang’s expression in that moment, and stretched out her little hand with a grin.

“Alright, let your father give it to you now.”

At the sound of the sweet word “father,” Lin Xiaoyang’s thoughts were pulled back, his excitement causing his heart to pound wildly.

He hurriedly took out an exquisite sleeve arrow from his bosom and put it on his little girl’s wrist.

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