Rich Young Mistress: Young Master Xie’s Dearest Beloved Wife

Xie Limo lifted Hao’er onto his lap and gently put food in his bowl.

Gazing at the warmth emanating from Xie Limo, Yun Bixue’s face lit up. She thought Xie Limo would make an excellent father.

That night, Majesty Huang Xiajun Yanli came to pick Hao’er up personally.

Xie Limo sent them out. When they were in the courtyard, Xiajun Yanli asked Hao’er to get into the car first, so he could speak with Xie Limo in private for a while.

Xiajun Yanli gazed at Xie Limo, then looked up at the stars in the skies. The autumn wind ruffled his coat, giving him a somber aura.

“Didn’t you say you wish to speak with me in private?”

Xiajun Yanli’s vision turned back to him. “I’ve asked Hao’er for his opinion. He’s willing to take over that position.”

“Since Hao’er consents to it, you, as his father, shouldn’t stop him.”

Xiajun Yanli clenched his hands. A moment later, he unclenched them and said, “I’m still worried.”

“Xiajun Yanli, you have an indecisive nature. You need to know that you can’t possibly accompany Hao’er forever. He needs to grow up and go through obstacles in order to toughen up into a strong and robust tree. Don’t tell me you’d rather he be like a little weed that lives under your protection. Moreover, you’re not necessarily able to protect him for life.”

Xiajun Yanli sighed softly. Xie Limo’s words were able to strike the weakest chord in his heart every single time. He closed his eyes and said, “I understand. I’ve made up my mind. I’m prepared.”

Xie Limo said solemnly. “That’d be the best. Because if you continue to hesitate, it will only harm Hao’er.”

“I understand.”

When Xiajun Yanli was about to leave, Xie Limo asked, “Xiajun Yanli, six years ago, did Hao’er’s mother have to do with Xiajun Yanwu?”

Although Xie Limo asked it as a question, there was a certainty in his voice, making Xiajun Yanli almost stumble.

Xiajun Yanli turned around and looked into Xie Limo’s eyes, but he said nothing.

Xie Limo added, “Xiajun Yanli, I’m merely asking. Even if you refuse to tell me, I will find out the truth.”

Ever since they met in the palace last time, Xie Limo had been calling him by his name instead of addressing him as Majesty Huang.

Xiajun Yanli remained silent, simply turning around and getting into his car, but his expression looked troubled.

“Father, what’s wrong?”

“I’m fine, Hao’er. You have to be happy.”

Xiajun Yanli felt guilty looking at Hao’er. Perhaps he had known and suspected his younger sister from the start, but he didn’t check in detail. Perhaps, subconsciously, he didn’t want Yanwu to die.

One had already been sacrificed. Did they have to sacrifice another person?

But hearing Xie Limo’s words today, he understood that it was perhaps time for Xiajun Yanwu to pay for her crimes.

“Hao’er, Father did you wrong in the past. Father will do well going forward.”

Hao’er was still young and didn’t understand what he meant. One day, when he grew up and understood all of this, perhaps as His Majesty by then, he could only sigh in his heart and realize that everyone had their own stand, and that there’s actually no right or wrong.

Right now, Xiajun Yanli was actually telling himself that if Xie Limo dealt with Xiajun Yanwu, he wouldn’t interfere.

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Xie Limo watched as the car vanished from sight. With his hands behind his back, a calm expression appeared on his face.

Seeing that Xie Limo had gone out for a long time,Yun Bixue walked outside to Xie Limo’s side and asked, “Limo, is there something troubling you?”