Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Translator: Yunyi 

Zhongli narrowed his eyes and put down his teacup.

There was a crisp sound.

"Mr. Huo, do you think I'm joking?"

"Aren't you worthy?"

Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows as if he couldn't understand.

In the face of Zhongli's aggressiveness, Huo Yunque grew calmer and calmer. Upon closer inspection, one could see that his expression seemed to be filled with pity.

However, in the eyes of others, this was clearly not the case.

"Mr. Huo, you must be joking, right? The marriage between our two families is beneficial to both sides. Perhaps, you should reconsider?"

"Ah..."

Huo Yunque rubbed the space between his brows and played with his teacup. "Now I understand why the little kid made such an evaluation of you."

Zhongli quietly looked at the man in front of him.

No matter how peaceful and harmless he appeared, no one would treat him like a tiger that had lost its teeth.

"Mr. Zhongli, if you need to see a brain doctor, I have a very good recommendation for you."

Zhongli's face darkened and his eyes were filled with malice.

"What did you say?"

Clink!

As soon as he finished speaking, a crisp sound was heard.

Huo Yunque casually threw the teacup back onto the table. The teacup flipped over and rolled around on the table. Coincidentally, it stopped in front of Zhongli.

"Mr. Zhongli has been praised too highly by others. Do you think that the Huos need to rely on you to survive?"

He pushed the table with his large palm and stood up, brushing off the dust that didn't actually exist on his body.

He looked down at him from above, his voice still calm.

"The Huos have never needed a marriage of convenience. If we want something, we just take it."

He curled his lips, his eyes filled with pity. "I don't want to hear you mention it again, understand?"

"Huo Qi, see the guest out."

At that moment, Song Yaoyao was pestering Uncle Zhang for ice cream, not expecting Huo Yunque to return so quickly. The little girl who was acting like a child immediately straightened her body, her face tense.

She cleared her throat and asked, "Gege, why... why are you back so soon?"

Her eyes darted around and she quickly gave Uncle Zhang a look.

Uncle Zhang could not help but laugh. Miss Song, you are so cute!

Huo Yunque ordered, "Scoop her some ice cream."

"Huh?"

Uncle Zhang smiled and left. Song Yaoyao was still a little dazed.

She came to her senses and took two steps back to avoid Huo Yunque's hand. From top to bottom, from left to right, she looked at him carefully.

Squinting her eyes, she raised her finger and said, "Speak! Did you do something wrong? I sense something bad! Something's wrong!"

Huo Yunque said, "You don't want to eat ice cream? Forget it then."

He calmly walked upstairs.

Song Yaoyao was dumbfounded. She was stunned for a moment before she chased after him angrily.

"Why shouldn't I eat it? You must have done something to let me down. If I don't eat it, I'll suffer a huge loss!"

Huo Yunque facepalmed. "Little fool."

"What did you say?"

Song Yaoyao did not hear his mumbling clearly. She narrowed her eyes and squinted at him, trying to read something from his body.

"Come here and I'll tell you."

Huo Yunque hooked his finger.

"No— Hey!"

Before she could refuse, Huo Yunque pulled her onto his lap.

His large palm caressed her slender back, causing her to grow more and more suspicious. She cupped his face and looked at him carefully. "Gege... you didn't really... do something to let me down, did you?"

Her eyes were filled with shock, and her mouth was pursed. It was as though she would cry if Huo Yunque dared to nod.

"What do you think?"

Huo Yunque threw the question back at her.

Song Yaoyao's eyes widened. At this moment, bitterness welled up in her heart.

She was about to burst into tears uncontrollably.

Suddenly...

A gentle kiss landed on her eyelashes.

"Silly girl, what are you thinking about?"

Huo Yunque flicked her forehead. "Even if you don't believe me, you should believe in your own charms. I don't want anyone else but you in this life."

Song Yaoyao sniffed and pinched him hard in anger.

Huo Yunque did not react after she pinched him. Instead, Song Yaoyao's heart ached for him. Her eyes were red. As she rubbed them, she asked softly, "Did it hurt?"

"No."

Uncle Zhang personally brought the ice cream over. He noticed that the atmosphere in the study room was not right, so he quietly put it down and quickly left.

Song Yaoyao ate a big spoonful and said sullenly, "Baddie! You did it on purpose!"

"What?"

"You deliberately spoiled my appetite!"

With that, she ate another big spoonful.

Huo Yunque: "..."

He did not know what to do with the little girl in his arms. He suddenly asked, "Is it sweet?"

"It's not bad." Song Yaoyao did not sound too pleased, but she still ate it quickly.

"Then let me try—"

"Mmm..."

Song Yaoyao's hand that was holding the spoon froze in the air. Her chin was grabbed and a kiss quickly landed on her lips.

Before she could react, Huo Yunque had already sat up calmly.

"I tried it. It's quite sweet."

Boom—

Song Yaoyao's mind was blank. She ate the ice cream robotically after that. Even though it was cold, it could not lower the temperature on her face.

When she finally came back to her senses, she found that the bowl was empty.

Song Yaoyao did not feel as though she had even tasted it.

"Wah! You have to compensate me for the ice cream!"

Song Yaoyao cried out loud.

As expected, this bastard obviously had other plans!

Huo Yunque did not expect this to happen. The little girl's brain was always thinking out of the box. He would never be able to keep up with her.

It took him a lot of effort to coax her. He even promised to let her eat ice cream the next day if the weather was good. Only then did she feel happy again.

What a child...

Huo Yunque wiped the corner of her mouth with a tissue. "Yaoyao."

"Huh? What's the matter?"

Song Yaoyao leaned into his arms, swinging her legs in boredom.

"If one day someone says something unpleasant about me to you, will you believe me?"

"Of course!"

Song Yaoyao rolled her eyes at him. "You're my future husband, of course I believe you!"

"Ahem—" Huo Yunque pinched her cheek. "Really?"

"Uh huh."

Song Yaoyao did not even need to think about it. She was definitely on Huo Yunque's side.

"But..."

She shook her little fist and said in a hateful voice, "If I find out who's spreading rumors about you, I'll definitely bash their head in!"

"Let Huo Si and Huo Jiu handle it. Be careful not to hurt your hand." Huo Yunque said protectively.

Song Yaoyao rolled her eyes. "Then I'll use a pole."

"Good girl. Remember to protect yourself." Huo Yunque stroked her long, soft hair.

The husband and wife discussed this matter in the study, discussing how to deal with the rumor mill.

Meanwhile, Zhongli, who had just left Huo Manor, got out of his car and suddenly sneezed, causing him to almost fall to the ground.

"Sir, are you okay?"

The bodyguard hurriedly came to help him but was blocked.

His thin lips pursed tightly.

Who is cursing me?