nycdaug Chapter 137 Don't stare at my mommy
Chapter 137 Don't stare at my mommy
Zhao Da Kuang noticed Su Yingxue secretly chuckling and raised an eyebrow, his voice carrying a hint of helplessness: "Yingxue, just laugh if you want to. It's so uncomfortable to hold it in."
Su Yingxue, however, was uneasy and muttered softly, "I'm afraid you'll take your anger out on Xiao Qi."
Zhao Da Kuang's lips twitched: "Am I that petty?"
Zhao Dakang straightened his posture, looked at Su Yingxue, and formally extended an invitation: "Yingxue, Xiaoqi, the banquet is quite high-profile, and many celebrities will be attending. Come with me to see what it's like."
Su Yingxue subconsciously shook her head and refused: "Xiao Qi has been busy all day and needs to rest now. The banquet is too noisy and crowded, it's not suitable."
Zhao Da Kuang frowned slightly and patiently explained, "Xiao Qi has been sleeping all day. It would be good for her to go out and get some exercise to change her mood. What's the point of staying cooped up inside?"
Upon hearing this, Su Yingxue's resolve began to waver.
Xiao Qi sat to the side, her little head looking left at her mother and right at Zhao Da Kuang.
Seeing her mother hesitate, she immediately hugged Su Yingxue's arm and said in a childish voice, "Mommy, I'll listen to you. I won't go anywhere. I'll stay with you."
That dependent look warmed Su Yingxue's heart.
Su Yingxue lowered her eyes and pondered for a moment. After weighing the pros and cons, she looked up at Zhao Dakang and said with a determined expression, "Okay, let's go. But you have to return the necklace to me first."
Zhao Da Kuang narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he could see through her thoughts.
He didn't make things difficult for her and nodded in agreement, "Okay, I promise you."
She paused, then added, "Then you should hurry up and put on your formal attire."
He had a technical expert check it out; the watch does indeed have a positioning system, but the necklace is just an ordinary piece of jewelry with no special features.
Zhao Dakang thought to himself that there shouldn't be any problem returning the necklace to Su Yingxue.
Hearing this, Su Yingxue secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
She thought to herself: even if it's just an ordinary necklace, as long as I get it back, there will always be a chance to send out a distress signal in the future.
He remained expressionless and said softly, "That's good."
Su Yingxue's eyes revealed a hint of joy that was hard for others to detect.
She had already begun to plan in her mind how to ask Tan Zhengchu for help at the banquet and how to take the opportunity to find out about the surrounding environment.
Su Yingxue held Xiao Qi's little hand and had only taken a few steps out of the restaurant.
The butler hurriedly came forward, bowed slightly, and said, "Miss Su, Miss Xiaoqi, please go upstairs to change your clothes. The master has instructed that you should dress up for tonight's banquet."
Su Yingxue nodded slightly and led Xiao Qi upstairs quickly.
As soon as she entered the room, she locked the door with a "click".
The servants who were waiting to the side with smiles on their faces, ready to help her change her clothes, were kept outside the door.
The atmosphere inside the room instantly became tense, with a hint of unease.
Xiao Qi followed Su Yingxue into the bathroom like a little tail.
She nervously clutched the hem of her clothes with her little hands, her voice trembling slightly: "Mommy, I just kicked that bad uncle, will he punish us severely?"
Although her little face still showed a stubborn courage, the tears welling up in her eyes betrayed her unease.
Su Yingxue squatted down, gently cupped Xiao Qi's face in her hands, and softly comforted her, "Baby, don't be afraid. At the banquet later, we'll pretend to be Zhao Da Kuang's daughter. Don't give it away, okay?"
Xiao Qi shook her head vigorously, her face flushed red, and loudly retorted, "No! I'm not his daughter, I'm Daddy Tan Zhengchu's daughter!"
Su Yingxue sighed helplessly and patiently explained, "Baby, we're doing this to avoid Zhao Da Kuang's wrath. Be good, just for one night. Mommy promises, your daddy will definitely come to rescue us tomorrow."
Little Qi pouted, crossed her arms, and muttered doubtfully, "Really? Mommy, you can't lie to me."
She clenched her little fists tightly and looked at her mother with unwavering determination.
Her clear eyes were filled with unwavering trust in Tan Zhengchu's arrival.
Su Yingxue's eyes remained gentle as she softly comforted Xiaoqi, hoping she wouldn't be afraid.
As the mother and daughter emerged from the bathroom, their gazes fell upon the two exquisite black gauze dresses on the bed.
Su Yingxue picked up the dress and tried it on; it fit her surprisingly well.
Xiaoqi curiously reached out and touched the hem of the skirt, muttering, "It's quite pretty."
Su Yingxue helped Xiao Qi change into a dress, and then put it on herself.
The two people in the mirror looked like a pair of black swans, their flowing gauze skirts swaying gently, unintentionally becoming a pair of matching outfits.
The carefully selected outfits showed Zhao Da Kuang's dedication, but they also put a lot of pressure on Su Yingxue.
Meanwhile, in the living room.
Zhao Da Kuang sat on the sofa with an air of nonchalance, letting the family doctor treat the injuries on his face.
The doctor saw the red, swollen shoe print and the broken, bleeding wound.
He gasped in shock, his face filled with astonishment, and said, "Sir, this injury is quite serious. You'll need to take good care of yourself."
Zhao Da Kuang seemed not to hear, casually glancing upstairs and waving his hand dismissively: "It's just a minor injury, nothing serious."
After the doctor left, Zhao Dakang gently touched the wound on his face.
His eyes held a fierce glint that was hard for others to detect. He murmured to himself, "Su Yingxue, for you, let alone this little injury, even if there are mountains of knives and seas of fire ahead, I am willing to bear it all and keep you by my side."
Su Yingxue held Xiao Qi's little hand and slowly walked downstairs.
Those light footsteps seemed to carry a unique rhythm, and her skirt swayed gently in the wind, as if she had stepped out of a painting.
Zhao Da Kuang was sitting on the sofa when he heard the noise and subconsciously looked up.
My gaze was instantly and firmly drawn to it, and I couldn't look away for a second.
A surge of warmth quietly welled up in his heart, and he secretly hoped for it.
If only this mother and daughter could truly accept me, and the whole family could live happily together, how wonderful that would be.
Little Qi skipped over to Zhao Da Kuang, tilted her head back, blinked her big eyes, and asked in a childish voice, "Uncle Zhao, do you think my mom and I are pretty?"
But Zhao Da Kuang acted as if he hadn't heard, his gaze still fixed on Su Yingxue.
His eyes were filled with complex emotions, and he completely ignored Xiao Qi's question.
Seeing that she was being ignored, Xiaoqi pouted, her face full of displeasure, and her cheeks puffed out.
Xiao Qi huffed and puffed, poking Zhao Da Kuang's injured face with her little finger, and angrily accused, "Hmph, you big bad guy, you're not allowed to keep staring at my mommy! Mommy belongs to my dad, Tan Zhengchu, not you!"
As she spoke, she deliberately puffed out her little chest and continued, "And besides, I'm prettier than Mommy! Look at me, look at me!"
That look clearly showed that she wanted to divert Zhao Da Kuang's attention away from Su Yingxue.
She wanted to protect Su Yingxue and prevent Zhao Dakuang from paying too much attention to her mother.