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She squeezed his face again when she saw that he did not react at all.
When she realized that his skin felt very nice to the touch, she refused to concede defeat and started to squeeze her own face.
She was only fully satisfied after that and said,
Mine still feels softer…
Just when she was done being cocky, she realized that the man who was reading his documents just a moment ago had now lowered his head and was admiring her narcissistic expression.
The corner of his mouth curved into an arc—it was a smile, yet at the same time, it wasn’t a smile.
He seemed to be studying her thick-skinned face…
Nian Xiaomu’s face turned red instantly. Turning around, she crashed into his chest and refused to look up no matter what.
As Yu Yuehan hugged her, he just felt that his heart had been filled up by a particular something.
The heart that had been empty for the past 20 plus years was now full.
He rubbed her head lovingly. When he heard the ringtone of his cell phone, he reached out and picked his phone up.
After he was on the phone for a while, he lowered his gaze and took a glance at Nian Xiaomu, who was nestled in his embrace. After that, he loosened his grip slightly and allowed her to sit up properly.
Then, he walked out with his cell phone in hand…
His tall and upright figure disappeared by the entrance of the study in the blink of an eye.
Who was calling on the phone?
He was behaving so secretively.
Nian Xiaomu sat back down in the chair. After she waited for a while, she laid on the desk and looked at the documents on Yu Yuehan’s computer while he was still away.
As she caught a glimpse of the picture frame next to his computer from the corner of her eye, she reached out and picked it up.
He really doted on Xiao Liuliu.
Photographs of Xiao Liuliu were placed at the side of his bed as well as on his study desk.
The delicately carved facial features of the tiny and squishy figure resembled Yu Yuehan greatly; her mother’s looks could not be inferred.
Xiao Liuliu’s mother…
The words that Wen Yadai had told her over the phone suddenly flashed past Nian Xiaomu’s mind.
What was with the substitute story? She didn’t believe it.
However, she had always been curious: what kind of person was Xiao Liuliu’s mother?
Why did she leave such an adorable daughter behind and turn a blind eye to her?
As Nian Xiaomu sat in front of the study desk, her gaze subconsciously shifted toward the drawer that Wen Yadai had mentioned.
She shifted her gaze away after staring at it for a while.
She decided to ask Yu Yuehan about it directly when he was back.
However, Yu Yuehan still had not returned even after she had finished reading yet another document…
Nian Xiaomu was bored to tears, and she could not hold back her gaze from glancing at the bottom drawer.
It was a drawer like no other.
It wasn’t locked.
It didn’t seem like it had any important stuff stored in it either.
However, when she thought about it further, she realized that not everyone could gain access to the Yu Family villa, much less enter Yu Yuehan’s study.
All the important documents from the Yu Corporation were here; not a single fly could enter without Yu Yuehan’s permission, hence there wasn’t really a need to lock his drawer.
Weren’t you ever curious about who Xiao Liuliu’s mother was when you took care of her every day?
With Young Master Han’s identity and the status that he holds, don’t talk about bearing his children—it would not be possible for women to even touch him if he did not like them!
You are merely a pitiful creature who was taken as a substitute right from the start…
Wen Yadai’s words rang incessantly beside her ears.
Even though she did not believe them, she was still curious about the woman who had bore Yu Yuehan a daughter.
Unconsciously, her hand reached out and opened up the bottom drawer.
Her tightly wound nerves relaxed instantly when she saw that photographs of Xiao Liuliu were placed in the drawer.
She continued to dig through them, but all that she continued to find were photographs of Xiao Liuliu.
She silently cursed Wen Yadai in her heart.
Indeed, that woman would tell no truths!
Just when Nian Xiaomu was about to close the drawer, she noticed that a very thin piece of paper was buried in the deepest corner of the drawer.
She felt a little stunned. Reaching out, she pulled the paper out and realized that it was a sketch.
Her pupils immediately shrank after she scrutinized the person in the sketch!
