福利一一区三区导航

Chapter 487: Climax! Reunion of both mother and daughter! (5)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Hearing Xiao Liuliu’s voice, Nian Xiaomu thought that Yu Yuehan was back and turned around in shock.

Then, she realized that Xiao Liuliu had built a “daddy” out of snow.

It was Xiao Liuliu’s first time building a snowman, and her little hands were quite clumsy.

She had rolled the snow into a ball and poked two holes into it to make eyes. This was her version of “Daddi.”

Happily putting it aside, Xiao Liuliu grabbed more snow to build “Mommy.”

Nian Xiaomu looked at the odd-looking “Daddi” and thought to herself that “Mommy” wouldn’t look much better.

However, the little girl was having a ball of a time playing with the snow and was even humming to herself.

Finally, Xiao Liuliu delightfully presented her second snowman next to the first one, announcing, “Pretty Mommy is the most beautiful!”

“…”

Nian Xiaomu looked at it with anticipation and concluded with satisfaction that “she” did look better than “Yu Yuehan.”

At least besides the two holes for eyes, Xiao Liuliu had poked another hole to make a mouth for her.

It was painful for the eyes to see!

Nian Xiaomu silently turned away, questioning herself why she had to choose this out of so many activities?

Couldn’t they return to the living room to play with building blocks?

Or do some drawing?

Even putting together a jigsaw puzzle would be good!

Why did they have to stay in the freezing cold courtyard and look at these mangled snowmen…

However, it was Xiao Liuliu’s first time building snowmen, so she was very excited.

Nian Xiaomu felt guilt toward her daughter, so she would naturally accompany her to play anything that she wanted.

Finally, the little girl was tired from building snowmen. She put down the ball of snow in her hand and pounced into Nian Xiaomu’s arms.

Feeling like she was freed from prison, Nian Xiaomu scooped her up and turned to walk away.

She did not want to look at those “snowmen” anymore…

Before she could take a step, Xiao Liuliu was pulling at her arm to stop her.

“Take ‘Daddi’ with us!”

“…”

The daddy that she was talking about was the snowball with two eyes that she had made.

Nian Xiaomu turned around and pointed to the snowman that was Yu Yuehan as she instructed the butler, “Bring the snowman that Xiao Liuliu built into the house and keep it in the freezer.”

After taking a few steps, Xiao Liuliu called out anxiously to the butler, “Grandpa Butler, there’s also ‘Pretty Mommy’ and ‘Xiao Liuliu!\'”

Nian Xiaomu: “…!!”

Nian Xiaomu carried Xiao Liuliu to the entrance of the living room and removed her gloves and hat, flicking off the remnants of the snow.

Worried that Xiao Liuliu might catch a cold, Nian Xiaomu instructed a servant to prepare a bowl of ginger soup for her.

Seeing Xiao Liuliu’s red cheeks resume their natural color, Nian Xiaomu heaved a sigh of relief.

She took out the homework that Xiao Liuliu had not completed and monitored Xiao Liuliu as she worked to finish it.

The sky had turned dark.

The snow that had stopped began to fall again.

Yu Yuehan was still not home, so Nian Xiaomu gave him a call, but he did not answer the call.

What was he doing?

By now, Nian Xiaomu already knew that she was Xiao Liuliu’s mother. Everything Wen Yadai had said before was all a lie.

What exactly had Yu Yuehan talked about on that phone call that kept him away for so long? He still had not returned…

“Pretty Mommy, my hands hurt!”

Hearing Xiao Liuliu’s voice, Nian Xiaomu hurriedly held her little hands and rubbed them gently with her own. Then, she could not resist reminding Xiao Liuliu, “Xiao Liuliu, it’s Mommy, not Pretty Mommy.”

Xiao Liuliu tilted her little head to the side as she looked back at Nian Xiaomu with her big, round eyes.

It seemed like she did not understand why there would be any difference between Pretty Mommy and Mommy.

Nian Xiaomu carried her up with a gaze filled with anticipation and said, “Call me Mommy!”

Just as she finished speaking, a tall figure appeared at the entrance of the door…