RYEY -Chapter 514 The Happiness of Being Held by Daddy

Mai Sui, who had been listless, suddenly had wet eyes when she heard Wu Xiaolin call for her father. She bit her lip and looked up at the train roof, only returning to normal once her tears had dried.

Hantong felt heartbroken but helpless; no one knew who the little girl’s father was. This was truly a cursed fate.

Wu Jiawei, hearing his daughter, ran quickly over. Wu Xiaolin climbed out of the train window and leapt—Wu Jiawei caught her steadily.

“Dad, where’s Mom?”

“Mom is at Grandpa’s making the dishes you like, so it’s just me here to pick you up.”

“Mom is so good, and so are you, Dad. I miss you so much… I really, really miss you. I even dream about you holding me at night.”

Wu Jiawei’s eyes turned red. He had only this one daughter, yet the old man had taken her all the way to Hexi. Honestly, he didn’t really mind whether his daughter would marry Cheng Li—especially since the two children were still so young.

“Xiaolin, your mom and I have already decided. If you don’t want to go back, then this time we won’t leave.”

“What about Cheng Li?”

“Well…”

Wu Jiawei hadn’t expected that the little girl still cared about Cheng Li. He instinctively looked into the carriage, and when he met Li Huan’s smiling eyes, he suddenly felt a bit embarrassed.

“Li Huan, the old man invited you to dinner. The car is parked outside.”

“Sure, my wife and I also brought some gifts for him—perfect timing to give them to him.”

“Uncle Ye is also outside. There are too many people here; I won’t let him in.”

“My master is here too.”

“Yes, not only is your master here, your twins are also here. Xiaonuan couldn’t get in and has started crying.”

Hearing her daughter’s sniffles, Cheng Qiao and Li Huan truly panicked. But just as their group walked out of the station, Mai Sui suddenly blocked Wu Jiawei, who was holding Wu Xiaolin.

“Mai Sui, what are you doing?”

Hantong immediately stepped forward, trying to pull Mai Sui away, but failed. At that moment, she was certain that Mai Sui had inherited her mother’s traits one hundred percent.

“Xiaolin, can you tell me… does it feel really happy being held in Dad’s arms?”

Wu Xiaolin looked down at Mai Sui. Seeing her red-rimmed eyes staring at her, she was momentarily stunned. She suddenly felt she might have been wrong—perhaps she had indeed misjudged Mai Sui.

She turned to Wu Jiawei and asked very seriously:

“Dad, can you promise me something?”

“What is it? As long as it’s right, I’ll promise you.”

“Dad, Mai Sui’s mom was a martyr, and she doesn’t have a dad either. Can you be her dad for a few minutes, and hold her?”

“All right, Dad will put you down first.”

Wu Jiawei was well aware of Mai Sui’s situation. The old man also knew who her father had been, but he had died early. Mai Sui was truly a posthumous child.

To give Mai Sui something to hold on to, they had all agreed to conceal the news of her father’s death. Having hope was the only way she could live well; otherwise, how would she endure the long years ahead?

“Mai Sui, can I hold you?”

Mai Sui looked surprised at Wu Jiawei’s outstretched arms. She had only wanted to know what it felt like to be held by a dad, and she hadn’t expected Wu Xiaolin to be so generous, lending her dad to her.

She secretly glanced at Li Huan. She actually wanted to call Li Huan “Dad,” because her mom had said he was the most handsome man in the world.

Li Huan stepped forward. Last time, he had misunderstood Mai Sui, but the little girl had only longed for a father—it was not her fault.

“Mai Sui, would you like to be my daughter?”

Hantong and Cheng Qiao exchanged glances, their throats tightening.

“Dad… can I call you Dad now?”

Li Huan scooped Mai Sui up in his arms. The seven- or eight-year-old girl was so light, it was barely any weight, and he tightened his hold slightly.

Wu Jiawei paused, bent down, and picked up Wu Xiaolin, slowly walking over to Li Huan’s side. Wu Xiaolin, tears blurring her eyes, looked at Mai Sui and cautiously asked:

“Mai Sui, does it feel really happy being held by Dad?”

Mai Sui lifted her head and looked gratefully at Wu Xiaolin. If it weren’t for Xiaolin lending her dad, maybe Li Huan wouldn’t have been willing to hold her.

“Thank you, Xiaolin. Now I know what it feels like to be held by a dad—it really is wonderful. I am someone with a dad now, and I will remember this forever. Li Huan, thank you. You can put me down now.”

Li Huan set Mai Sui down. Her whole face brightened, and she quickly ran to Hantong, tugging at her hand:

“Mom, let’s go.”

“Hantong, where are you going?”

Cheng Qiao suddenly felt a pang in her heart, though she couldn’t pinpoint why.

“Cheng Qiao, I’m going to spend these next few days taking care of Mai Sui. After everything is done, I’ll come find you.”

“Doing what?”

Cheng Qiao pressed, worried she might not see Mai Sui again in the future.

“That’s a secret. No one is allowed to ask.”

Hantong leaned close to Cheng Qiao and whispered into her ear. That single sentence made Cheng Qiao’s heart drop into an ice cellar. Mai Sui was about to undergo the most rigorous training, uncertain if her fate would be good or bad.

“Wait…”

Cheng Qiao hurried after her, taking five or six porcelain bottles from her backpack and handing them to Mai Sui. Mai Sui was puzzled—she wasn’t even sick.

Hantong nodded in thanks. With these health and detox pills, Mai Sui now had an added layer of protection.

Ye Jun held Ye Jing with one hand and Xiaonuan with the other, keeping a close eye on Li Huan and Cheng Qiao. Xiaonuan saw her dad holding another girl and felt a little upset.

“Grandpa, why isn’t Dad holding me, but another child?”

“I don’t know. Don’t get angry just yet. Maybe Dad has a special reason.”

Xiaonuan nodded, then suddenly both she and Ye Jing wriggled free from Ye Jun’s hold and ran toward Mother Li:

“Grandma, brother…”

Seeing the twins, Mother Li got excited. Instantly, she was surrounded by four children, holding hands around her.

“The old lady is really blessed; four kids, all so lively.”

“Oh dear, why is this child sniffing…”

Mother Li suddenly sobered up, quickly nudging Li Ming. Li Ming stuck out his tongue, forgot about his little brother and sister, and grabbed Li Chen, while Cheng Li also quickly held his hand.

Li Chen still had tears on his eyelashes, but when Li Ming and Cheng Li held him, a smile appeared. He was a Li, he was part of the family.

Wu Xiaolin was extremely envious. Usually fierce, she felt timid at this moment—she wasn’t a Li and couldn’t blend in.