Runaway Wife: Please, Have Another Baby!
Chapter 85 - 86: Come to My Room Tonight (6)

Chapter 85: Chapter 86: Come to My Room Tonight (6)

"In my hometown, there’s a magical legend that if you pluck two hairs, you can predict how old you’ll live to be! Look at mine, this one looks like a 6, this one looks like a 2, which means I can live to 62. Xiaotang, do you want to try?"

The little fella looked at the hairs in his hand and laughed lightly, "Uncle Will, you’re so silly to believe such nonsense. Every hair you pluck out has a different shape, so does that mean your lifespan keeps changing?"

Will was at a loss for words.

He always thought of himself as clever, but he couldn’t even fool a five-year-old child?

As he was still secretly contemplating how to get a specimen from the little kid, the child in front of him had already turned around, a pair of eyes glowing with a blue-purple light, wisely fixing on his face.

"Uncle Will, one moment you’re cutting my nails, the next you want me to blow up balloons, and then you’re trying to pull out my hair... What are you really up to?"

He was discovered?!

"I... No, wasn’t I just playing with you?"

The little fella glanced at his expression, reached up, and pulled out a few hairs from his head, then extended his little hand to offer them to him.

"I’ll give you the hairs if you tell me. If you don’t tell me, I’ll tell my mommy about all this!"

The delicate little hand was clutching a few shiny black hairs; the child’s exquisite little face was set with determination.

Will was first shocked, then his eyes showed a serious look.

He had lived for more than twenty years, only to be bested by a child?!

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The garden.

Gan Yuan slowly walked upstairs, crossing the long corridor of the fourth floor, and arrived at the terrace at the end.

On the terrace, there was a small hanging garden. The lights were off, with only faint decorative lights glowing among the bushes, creating a humorous yet mysterious atmosphere.

Walking through the path between the flowers, she finally saw Huangfu Jue’s figure under the shadow of the tall mimosa tree.

The man had his hands in his trouser pockets, tilting his face to gaze at the distant night sky. The moonlight shone through the gaps in the leaves and speckled his body with spots of light.

His silhouette was tall and commanding, instinctively evoking awe, but... it was laden with utter loneliness.

She took a deep breath, "You..."

The man turned around, bringing the wine-filled glass to his lips and watched her as he took sips.

He was silent, so she had to speak.

"Xiaotang’s shoot is completed, the crew will return to the country tomorrow, and I want to take Xiaotang back with them."

She had thought he would surely object, but who would have thought.

"Alright."

She looked up, puzzled, meeting the man’s gaze.

His blue eyes were dark and deep as the sea in the night, with emotions that were unclear.

He took the Wine Bottle, filled two glasses on the table.

"Join me for a glass."

Gan Yuan didn’t reach for it, "I don’t drink wine."

The man gave a light snort, "So, the red wine at your house is for decoration?"

Gan Yuan took a deep breath, "Mr. Huangfu, what exactly do you want to talk to me about?"

The man grabbed her shoulders, his voice heavy with accusation, "Why did you leave without a word that morning?"

There was a scent of alcohol on him, and his eyes were clearly bloodshot; it was apparent he hadn’t been resting well these past few days.

Gan Yuan frowned.

"Mr. Huangfu, you’re drunk."

The man tightened his grip on her shoulders, sneered, "You think you’re well hidden, but unfortunately, you’ve been exposed long ago. How else would you know the shortcut from the garden to the stables if you hadn’t been here before? I only asked Xiaotang to tell you to find me in the study, yet you didn’t ask and came straight to the fourth floor. Now are you still going to say I’ve mistaken you for someone else?"

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Good morning, Little Princesses~!~

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