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Chapter 165 - As long as she is a woman

After placing her daughter Mo Yuhan on the sofa, Nanqiao silently walked into the bedroom and sat on the bed. After a long while, she thought of something and opened the browser on her phone.

— — Yu Cen Ran.

The page suddenly changed. The man's grave and stern expression entered his eyes. At the bottom of the photo, there was a row of small words — — President of the Yu Group.

With trembling fingers, the South Bridge was able to hold onto the photo. With a light press, the page followed him in. The next page that popped out was the introduction to Yu Cen Ran's information.

Height, age, and weight. Nan Qiao's fingers flipped rapidly over the familiar data, but when she caught a glimpse of something in the corner of her eye, her body froze.

Marital status, unmarried.

After so many years, had he not married another woman? Just like his mother, he quickly married another person after leaving his father and started a family.

However, a sense of secret delight arose within his heart.

He had worked hard all these years for cultivation and had also achieved great success in his career, but he only knew that in the dead of night, she would remember that there was once a man as gentle as water who stirred up evil feelings on his skin.

She remembered the details of her relationship. Little by little, South Bridge understood that she did not forget Yu Cen Ran, the memories that she thought she had sealed away.

Outside the door, Mo Yuhan was sneakily crouching like a little frog, but her eyes were staring at her mother without blinking. Her mother's expression was very sad, very sad, Mo Yuhan couldn't help but pout her lips and burst into tears.

When he heard the commotion, South Bridge suddenly raised his eyes. When he saw who it was, he frowned. "Aiyo, my precious, what happened to you?"

He pulled his daughter into his arms and didn't lower his head. When he lowered his eyes, he saw yellow stains on the dress, which should have been as white as snow, and yellow spots close to the collar of his neck.

He didn't need to turn his head to smell. Just by being a little closer, he could smell the sweet and fragrant aroma of fruits on the little girl's body. The child went to the refrigerator to find something to eat.

Helplessly, he got up and rummaged through his wardrobe and took out a set of pink coloured clothes.

While South Bridge was changing Mo Yuhan's clothes, she said, "I've told you so many times, eat the mango and ask the maid sister to cut it open for you. Grandfather bought the clothes and they were ruined. He'll be angry!"

Mo Yuhan sobbed until her nose was wet. Her chubby little hand grabbed onto South Bridge's sleeve. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done this. Don't be angry, please don't be sad, okay?"

His voice was still choked with sobs, but South Bridge felt something jumping up and down near his temple. He reached out his hand to wipe away his daughter's tears, and suddenly had the thought of teasing him: "Oh? Then tell me, what did you do wrong? "

"Mom," Mo Yuhan said in a childish voice, rubbing her head against her neck. "Don't be angry, Yuhan didn't apply to China to avoid school. I want to see what her hometown is like!"

After a pause, Mo Yuhan lifted her head. Her eyes were still red and swollen like a small rabbit, "Grandfather said that China is the hometown of our Mo Clan, and the scenery there is the most beautiful, and one of the best."

Well, now, Nanqiao finally understood that it was his father, Mo Shaohai, who wanted Nanqiao to return to China.

Nanqiao sighed. He hugged her daughter Mo Yuhan with a pained heart and rested her chin on her furry head. "Mama wants to apologize to you too. I shouldn't blame you!"

From the moment the child was born until now, she had not revealed even the slightest bit of information regarding the father of the child, until today when Mo Yuhan had played around with her family and said those words.

How could she ignore this? For a child, fatherhood was also a very important part of their growth.

A five-year-old girl, after apologizing, was done. How could she remember anything unpleasant? In a moment, she ran over to the side and started drawing on her own. She shook her head and sometimes bit her nose, looking very distressed.

After a while, Mo Yuhan ran over while rubbing her short legs, raising her small hands high into the air. South Bridge had seen her daughter's painting. To be honest, it was very ugly.

Pointing at his head, Nanqiao whispered, "Darling, what is this?"

Mo Yuhan rubbed her head and pouted, "Grandfather said that the Dragon King of the East Sea's two large horns are the most impressive. The Mermaid is the Dragon King's daughter, so she should have a strong horn as well."

South Bridge: "."

What exactly did her father teach children?!

What do you mean ugly crying? South Bridge finally felt that feeling! With a quick thought, he decided to take the painting and put it away. No matter what, it was still a precious treasure left behind for his daughter to grow up in.

The little girl couldn't sit still for even half a minute. After drawing, she started to play with the stacked wood again, so how could South Bridge be of any help? She could only let her daughter do as she pleased, seeing her short legs running so fast, afraid of her daughter's fall, South Bridge had no choice but to get up and follow her.

Mo Yuhan loved to play with stacking wood, and she liked it more than playing with other stuff. Her family was filled with Lego Stacked Wood bought for her by her father, Mo Shaohai and Mo Cheng. She thought that they wouldn't be able to put it away, so she specially vacated a room to stack toys for the little girl.

It was a simple little house. The little girl pointed towards the door and mumbled, "Mom would wait here every day for Yuhan to come back from school. Uncle and grandpa are playing chess inside the house."

Scratching her ears and cheeks, she felt as if something was missing. Mo Yuhan let out an 'Ah!' and was on the verge of tears. "Mom, the other children all have fathers. Where's my father?"

His big round eyes glowed with a layer of water. He looked like he was about to cry, but his heart suddenly felt as if it had been pierced by a needle and was suffused with waves of pain.

Her heart ached, she hugged her daughter. She knew that she would have to ask this question sooner or later.

He let out a light sigh and calmed himself down. South Bridge kissed Mo Yuhan's small head and said softly, "En, Yuhan's father is working somewhere else, after a while, he will return home."

"Really? Will Dad come back to see us?"

"En!"

He raised his eyes and gazed at his daughter's innocent little face. He thought that he would have to face this problem eventually. Even if it wasn't that man, he would have to find a man who could support his family as soon as possible.

He should finish his work in China as soon as possible. Isn't it just a trip back? Maybe he should really put everything down when he comes back.

At that time, she would find a father for her daughter, a person who could give warmth and happiness to their family.

City A, 4 PM.

Zhou Yuchen collapsed onto the sofa, the curtains in the room drawn. It was dark outside, and the only light coming from the bedside lamp was a warm yellow glow.

From time to time, a shameful sound would come from the quiet room. It was ambiguous, causing one's face to turn red and their heart to palpitate.

Zhou Yu Chen was the only son of the rich and powerful Zhou family in A city. Although the Zhou family was slightly inferior to the Yu family, to any woman who wanted to become a member of the upper class in A city, he was a man who didn't even have the time to curry favor with her.

The woman leaned close to the intoxicated man and whispered softly into his ear, "Young Master Zhou, are you feeling well?"

"En!" A satisfied smile appeared on her face as she placed her hand on the woman's shoulder.

After he was done, Zhou Yu Chen leaned against the headboard, lit a cigarette, and took a long drag. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the phone by his side, picked it up, and slid his finger across the screen.

There were two buckets of missed calls, both with the name Yu Cen Ran on the caller ID.

With a slight frown, Zhou Yu Chen made a call. He held the phone close to his ear and said hoarsely, "Young Master Yu, I'm calling at this time. Are you busy with my work?"

The other party picked up the call and scoffed coldly, "What? Who was that woman again? Did she just end a big battle?"

For a young master like Zhou Yuchen, other than playing with women, there was no other proper business. Yu Cen Ran stood in front of the French window and looked into the distance, but the impatience in his eyes had already disappeared.

With that, the man hung up without waiting for a reply.

Zhou Yuchen was still in a stupefied state. Hey, when would this man be able to change his attitude?

Feeling a bit unhappy, Zhou Yu Chen flipped over and prepared to get off the bed. The woman's face was filled with reluctance as she grabbed his arm: "Young Master Zhou, the person who just spoke to you was the CEO of the Yu Group, right?"

"How can that be? Young Master Zhou only knows how to joke!" A flurry of emotions flashed through the girl's voice, but it quickly calmed down. She smiled and said, "How could Young Master Zhou not know? I only have you in my heart!"

"En, be good."

That girl was acting coquettishly again as she grabbed Zhou Yuchen's arm to rub against him, unwilling to let him go. She wanted him to stay with her, so she smiled charmingly as she thought of something: "Why don't you bring me along?"

Zhou Yu Chen laughed and said, "You don't need to think about Young Master Yu. He is the most cold-hearted man I've ever met. Normal women wouldn't be able to enter his eyes."

"What kind of woman would let him see her?"

What kind of woman was this? Zhou Yu Chen was a little dazed as he stared at the smiling face of the lady before him. In his mind, he could hear the laughter of another woman. He thought to himself, only she doesn't want any other woman.