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Atlas Studios
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Staring at the assistant with a dark, faraway gaze, he said,
Say it clearly. Did you not receive a call, or did she not move back home?
The assistant felt a chill run down his spine from that stare of his and hurriedly replied,
I did not receive any calls from the villa, Miss Nian returned to the office in the afternoon after visiting Fan Yu’s villa today. However… However, she left early before it was time to knock off. She seemed to have an appointment with someone.
Before the assistant could finish speaking, Yu Yuehan had got his coat on and walked out with a darkened face.
She seemed to be leading a fruitful and exciting life without him by her side.
Since she had already started to cast her work aside, she might have cast him aside from her heart as well…
Why was he still in a hurry to find Tan Bengbeng to prove her innocence?
Yu Yuehan’s face turned darker and darker. When he got into the car, he instructed the assistant to return to the Yu Family villa.
He even tried to comfort himself by thinking that the butler might have been too busy and that not receiving a call did not mean that she had not moved back.
However, when he was back at the Yu Family villa and only saw the huge, chilly living room, he could no longer keep the smile at the corner of his lips.
The butler walked up to greet him and respectfully asked him,
Young Master Han, do you need me to prepare supper for you?
Yu Yuehan pursed his thin lips into a straight line. Without a single word, he bypassed the butler and headed directly upstairs.
He entered the bedroom. Indeed, there wasn’t a single sight of Nian Xiaomu.
However, the note that he had left her was left strewn on the ground…
Excellent.
This was considered a reply to him.
It seemed as though she was leading a comfortable life after she had moved out and did not miss him at all.
She did not want to move back either.
Yu Yuehan removed his coat and reached out to tug on his necktie in an agitated manner. Then, he walked to the balcony and whipped out a cigarette from his pocket. Just when he was about to light it up, he remembered that she did not like his smoking habit. Twitching his eyebrows, he threw the cigarette stick into the bin.
He took in a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.
Perhaps, she might have other reasons for not moving back since the contents of the surveillance footage were not clarified yet.
Yu Yuehan’s eyes turned dark. Then, he headed downstairs and entered Xiao Liuliu’s nursery.
He was initially worried that the squishy little ball would kick her covers off in her sleep and wanted to check on her.
However, the moment he pushed open the door…
Daddi!
A soft and squishy figure swiftly crawled out of her covers and threw herself into his embrace without a second word.
Yu Yuehan was stunned by the hug.
Lowering his gaze, he took a glance at her and rubbed her thin, soft hair with his big hands.
Why are you not asleep yet?
I am hungry!
Xiao Liuliu touched her deflated tummy and rolled about in his embrace.
…
Little glutton.
She could not sleep well if her tummy wasn’t satisfied.
Yu Yuehan carried her out of the room and instructed the butler to get her a bottle of warm milk.
He watched as the tiny, squishy ball held onto the milk bottle with one hand and drank in happiness while holding onto her favorite piggy toy in the other hand. This image of hers was a stark contrast to his desolate, lonely soul.
Has Xiao Liuliu fully recovered?
Yu Yuehan suddenly asked.
The butler replied immediately and said,
The doctor has visited her, and he said that there wasn’t much to worry about since her fever had completely subsided. However, we would need to keep her warm for two days and she cannot catch another cold.
The butler paused in his words and continued speaking,
Miss Nian left in a hurry this morning, but she called twice in the afternoon and evening to ask about Little Miss’s condition. She was only at ease when she heard that Little Miss was fine.
Mommi loves Xiao Liuliu the most, she even kissed Xiao Liuliu over the call!
The tiny, squishy ball, who was drinking her milk, jumped into Yu Yuehan’s arms. Lifting her tiny head, she spoke with a smiley look.
Her curved eyes looked exactly like Nian Xiaomu.
Yu Yuehan felt more and more awful as he stared at her.
