Chapter 219 - Chapter 219: Stopped Crying
Chapter 219: Stopped Crying
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
After Zong Zhengyu pulled his hand back, he changed his sitting posture slightly. He crossed his legs elegantly, placed one hand on the seat, and pointed the finger of the other hand on his forehead.
His attitude was cold and arrogant. He could not be bothered to continue talking about Tang Mi’s incident with Mu Anan.
It was a waste of time.
Mu Anan sat at the side, quietly looking at Zong Zhengyu’s profile.
She had always felt that Seventh Master’s side profile was the most beautiful in the world.
His nose was especially beautiful.
The bridge of his nose was just right. It was not as sharp as the aquiline nose, but it was not overly round. It was just right for a popular nose.
Therefore, the outline of the entire side was more distinct and smooth.
Mu Anan pursed her lips.
When the car stopped at a red light, Mu Anan grabbed Zong Zhengyu’s hand and sat on him.
Seventh Master frowned. “What’s wrong?”
Mu Anan looked at Zong Zhengyu pitifully and said softly, “Seventh Master,
I’m not a saint. You taught me not to be wronged or bullied.”
Zong Zhengyu did not respond.
But his eyes were telling Mu Anan, ‘Luckily you still remember this.’
Mu Anan said, “But the Tang family has a close relationship with the old master. I don’t want you to disagree with the old master because of me. I don’t want the old master to think that I’m a source of trouble.”
Mu Anan didn’t want to be so direct.
However, Seventh Master’s attitude was so direct that Mu Anan had to put it this way.
“The old master doesn’t like my existence to begin with. I don’t want the old master to have an unforgivable prejudice against me because of these things.”
The old master was the closest person to Seventh Master now.
“So, Seventh Master, can we go over this matter?” Mu Anan stared at Zong Zhengyu asked.
Zong Zhengyu didn’t say anything and just stared at Mu Anan.
When she said these words, she was very serious and her eyes were sincere.
She was wholeheartedly thinking for him.
She was very obedient and sensible.
But Zong Zhengyu felt uncomfortable.
This child shouldn’t be so sensible.
“Little Anan.”
Zong Zhengyu called out and stroked Mu Anan’s hair, saying calmly, “You don’t need to care whether it’s the old master or anyone from the Zong family.”
Mu Anan did not say anything.
Zong Zhengyu continued, “I only want you to be the little princess in Yuyuan Estate, do what you like, and be happy.”
Those were very gentle words.
However, after Zong Zhengyu had finished speaking, Mu Anan felt sour.
Her nose also started to feel sour.
Mu Anan seemed to have gotten another meaning.
The old master or the Zong family had nothing to do with her.
She was just a canary raised by Zong Zhengyu in Yuyuan Estate.
She only needed to be a little princess in Yuyuan Estate for the rest of her life.
In other words, she was only required to stay in Yuyuan Estate.
Mu Anan suddenly looked downward. Her eyes were uncontrollably wet and her vision was blurry.
Tang Mi had always said that she was a canary kept in Yuyuan Estate and that she would never be presentable.
She looked calm but she was hurt inside.
She just kept telling herself that she wanted to be Zong Zhengyu’s wife, the seventh young mistress of the Zong family.
The road was difficult, but she could cross it as long as she was strong enough.
But Seventh Master’s words made Mu Anan instantly feel that there was an insurmountable gap between them.
She would either not jump or she would fall and shatter her bones.
Mu Anan was not afraid of being hurt. She was afraid of losing the right to be by Seventh Master’s side.
Bubble.
Bean-sized tears fell from Mu Anan’s eyes and accidentally landed on Zong Zhengyu’s suit pants, instantly making a large patch wet.
Zong Zhengyu immediately cupped Mu Anan’s face and asked her to raise her head.
He saw a crying face.
Her tears fell drop by drop, feeling wronged and sad.
Zong Zhengyu immediately pulled out a tissue to wipe Mu Anan’s face. “I simply said something. Why are you crying?”
Mu Anan stared at Zong Zhengyu. “I’m just upset. I just don’t want the old master to think that I’m a scourge. I don’t want to be hated by the people that Seventh Master cares about.”
She didn’t care about anyone’s opinion in this world but only Zong Zhengyu.
Mu Anan was very concerned about the opinions of him and the people around him.
“I just don’t want to,” said Mu Anan.
The more she cried, the more aggrieved she felt.
She just didn’t want there to be a gap between Zong Zhengyu that couldn’t be crossed.
The more Mu Anan cried, the more miserable she became.
She felt wronged. “You just don’t listen to me. I’ve said so much, and I hate Tang Mi too. When I entered the haunted house just now, I thought about it a lot. What should 1 do to make Tang Mi afraid of me without letting anything happen to her?”
“What does her death and disfigurement have to do with me?”
“But she was born with a good Tang family to protect her.”
Mu Anan rarely cried.
However, when she did, she would cry out all her grievances and sadness.
She spoke non-stop.
However, she was also confused by the contents of the conversation.
She didn’t know what to say. She just said it randomly. She didn’t think about it but she just said it according to her emotions.
And her crying broke Zong Zhengyu’s coldness.
Especially when she stared at Zong Zhengyu, it was as if she had suffered a huge grievance and had been abandoned. This look made Zong Zheng Yu surrender.
Zong Zhengyu held Mu Anan in his arms. “Don’t cry. I know what to do.”
Mu Anan did not care. She buried her face in Zong Zhengyu’s shoulder and grabbed his suit to wipe her tears.
As a germaphobe, this was a challenge to his nerves.
But the child was crying too miserably and he couldn’t care less.
He only cared about coaxing the child.
“I promised you.” In the end, Zong Zhengyu relented, “1 won’t destroy the Tang family. I won’t touch Tang Mi either.”
The person who was crying pitifully instantly quieted down when she heard this.
She wiped her clothes on Seventh Master’s suit jacket and then looked up at Seventh Master, “Are you serious?”
Zong Zhengyu looked at the child’s red eyes and suddenly laughed.
He reached out and pinched Mu Anan’s face.
“Are your tears gone just like that?”
It turned out that she could control her tears freely.
“If Seventh Master thinks that I’m not miserable enough, I can cry again.”
After Mu Anan finished speaking, her lips twitched and tears began to fill up her eyes again.
Zong Zhengyu quickly said, “Don’t cry. Don’t cry.”
“Then would you promise me that you won’t touch Tang Mi and the Tang family?” Mu Anan still wanted to confirm.
Zong Zhengyu nodded. “Yes, I won’t touch Tang Mi and I won’t destroy the Tang family.”
Mu Anan was relieved hearing Zong Zhengyu’s affirmation.
However, Mu Anan did not realize that there was a hidden meaning.
Zong Zhengyu was right. He would not harm Tang Mi and neither he would destroy the Tang family.
But not…
Let the Tang family and Tang Mi off.
Mu Anan leaned on Zong Zhengyu’s shoulder. “Seventh Master, I’m tired. I want to sleep.”
Zong Zhengyu hugged her. “Take a nap. I’ll wake you up when we reach the hotel, okay?”
“I don’t want to sleep now,” said Mu Anan.
Zong Zhengyu’s low-pitch voice was filled with a little more indulgent.. “What do you want to do?”