Their words were almost a condemnation. Jiang Qiuyue was so angry she nearly fainted, but her explanations were weak and powerless, “I didn’t! You’ve been fooled by this little brat!”
“That’s not a nice word to use for little Ruyi!”
“Exactly, how could you call Ruyi a brat?”
“I’ve never seen such a well-behaved and sensible child in my life!”
“Our little Ruyi is definitely a princess!”
Unknowingly, Jiang Ruyi seemed to have become the community’s darling.
Before Jiang Ruyi could rejoice, she saw a familiar figure rush in. It was daddy! Her eyes lit up, and she immediately wriggled out of Zhou Linchuan’s arms, arms outstretched, running towards him with her little legs, “Daddy, daddy—” Her babyish voice calling out, her small frame stumbling as if she might fall any second. Her adorable appearance would soften even the toughest of men.
No one could resist such a soft and beautiful little bundle. Jiang Boyuan scooped up his daughter, inhaled deeply, drawing strength from her scent, “Ruyi, daddy’s here—” He had been on edge since receiving that call, despite knowing his daughter was not in immediate danger, he was still very afraid, terrified of losing her too. He had already lost his wife; he could not afford to lose his daughter. Otherwise, he would truly have nothing left.
Jiang Ruyi, unaware of how important she had become to him, saw him, and all the grievances of the day overwhelmed her, tears streaming down, “Daddy, daddy—” Overwhelmed with grievance, she could only call out to him, forgetting all else she wanted to say. Today, she had indeed suffered a lot of grievances and frights.
Seeing her tears, Jiang Boyuan felt as if something had pierced his heart, he could only hold her tighter, whispering, “Don’t be afraid, daddy’s here, be good, Ruyi, don’t cry. Daddy’s here.”
Jiang Ruyi cried for a while, then stopped. Mainly because her eighteen-year-old soul found it embarrassing to keep crying over such a small matter. But others didn’t know about her mature soul, only seeing her as obedient and sensible.
Jiang Boyuan felt the same, seeing her tears threatening to fall but not falling, his heart ached, “Good girl, if you want to cry, cry, don’t hold it in—” He dabbed at her tears with his sleeve.
