Daddy Always Gets Jealous

Che Huan looked towards the team leader, then at Wen Nuan, as the chill on her body gradually faded away, giving rise to a sense of warmth...

After breakfast, back at the hotel, Che Huan lay on the bed with low enthusiasm.

The team leader squatted nearby, watching Che Huan for a while, then suddenly grabbed the remote control to turn on the TV, clumsily switching channels until finding the currently most popular variety show replay channel.

Che Huan glanced in the team leader’s direction and stroked its head, ”I’m fine.”

As soon as she finished speaking, her phone rang.

She answered it and heard Che Zhiqiang’s voice.

”Huanhuan, can Dad talk to you alone?”

Che Huan paused, thinking about Huo Jinnan’s words, ”Didn’t Mr. Huo explain everything to you?”

Che Zhiqiang hesitated for a moment, ”Huanhuan, no matter what, she is your grandmother...”

Grandmother?

Che Huan felt a sourness in her chest and hung up the phone.

Che Zhiqiang called again, but she hung up directly, muted her phone, and placed it aside. She walked to the balcony, opened the window, and looked at the sun blazing outside. Thinking about her mother’s attitude, despite the hot weather, she couldn’t feel a trace of warmth.

She hugged herself tight, and only when she thought of Huo Jinnan did she feel a hint of warmth.

Five years ago, for her child, she had a fall-out with her mother, resulting in a disastrously failed marriage.

Five years later, if she were to do it again...

Would history repeat itself?

She asked herself several times but couldn’t find an answer. The man’s deep eyes emerged in her vision—

It wasn’t until Huo Jinnan entered the room, and upon hearing the noise, did she turn around to see him walking in from the backlit entrance, a golden halo seemingly softening the aura around him.

Huo Jinnan approached and glanced at her, ”Why didn’t you answer the phone?”

The phone?

Che Huan then remembered her phone was on silent, ”I didn’t hear it.”

She returned to the bedroom and picked up her phone, noticing several missed calls, with the most recent one from him.

Huo Jinnan, recalling some car accident news he had learned at the police station, glanced in Che Huan’s direction but didn’t mention it further, ”Let’s go out to eat.”

Che Huan grabbed her bag, looking at Huo Jinnan, ”Should we invite Wen Nuan and my aunt?”

Huo Jinnan paused for a moment, ”Let’s invite them.”

After leaving the guest room, they called Wen Nuan and Bi Fu, and the four of them went to the hotel’s second-floor restaurant.

Huo Jinnan had already reserved a private room and handed the menu to Bi Fu, ”Aunt Bi.”

Bi Fu took the menu, glanced at Huo Jinnan, and thought such a man was mature and stable. He seemed much stronger than Gu Jizhou in every aspect, indeed just as Nuannuan had said, a hundred Gu Jizhous combined couldn’t compare to him. How great would it be if he weren’t from the Huo Family?

But alas, his surname was Huo!

She randomly selected a few dishes and then passed the menu to Wen Nuan and Che Huan.

Last was Huo Jinnan, who added some soup and a few dishes, ordering a fruit platter and returning the menu to the waiter, ”That’s it, please serve it as soon as possible.”

The waiter acknowledged and left.

Not too long after, Che Huan felt her sanitary pad might be soaked through, having forgotten to change it before leaving, and promptly stood up, picking up her bag, ”I’ll go to the restroom.”

Huo Jinnan glanced at her, a slight frown forming between his brows as he looked in direction the waiter had gone, ”A pot of Hangzhou white chrysanthemum tea.”

By the time Che Huan returned, he had already poured a cup of tea for each person, Bi Fu, Wen Nuan, and Che Huan.

She sat down, took a look, picked up the cup, and had a sip. The faint sweetness was a refreshing taste, spreading warmth to her heart.

Bi Fu had been watching quietly, noting that his choice of dishes considered her, Wen Nuan, and Che Huan. He had also ordered Hangzhou white chrysanthemum tea just now. Based on these two points, she could tell this man was indeed not bad.

Thinking back to what Old Wen had said, saving Huanhuan in a life-or-death moment must mean his feelings were genuine, right?

But then, there was Xiaoru...