Chapter 88: My People Play However You Want 15_1

Ye Hua couldn’t resist glancing back at the dense forest again.

Laughter still drifted over intermittently, just not as clear as before.

Mr.

Xiaojiu did specifically want this girl originally with his own purpose in mind.

However, now, this purpose seems less important compared to the impact Miss Xiaxia has on him.

Even Mr.

Xiaojiu himself could not have expected it, could he?

Could this be the only miscalculation he has made in all these years?

…

Baili Xia and Night Shadow played in the back mountain until midnight before heading back on the sightseeing bus at Night Shadow’s insistence.

Night Shadow didn’t mind her playing around, but it was really getting late.

It was past midnight, the middle of the night.

However, after playing for a few hours, Baili Xia’s mood had finally improved.

On the way back, she was able to chat and joke with Night Shadow.

It was Night Shadow who broached the topic that had upset her when he dropped her back at the main house.

“Regardless, life goes on, whether you’re happy or not, Miss Xiaxia, depends on you.”

“Instead of being unhappy every day, sulking alone, think about the good things.”

“Mr.

Xiaojiu doesn’t target someone without reason, Miss Xiaxia, I believe it must be a misunderstanding.”

“Don’t quarrel with Mr.

Xiaojiu, as long as you behave, Mr.

Xiaojiu will treat Miss Xiaxia well, you trust me.”

“If Miss Xiaxia feels unhappy in the future, you can come and find me anytime.

You can hit me or scold me, as long as it makes you happy.”

“Can you be a bit happier, okay?”

The usually silent Baili Xia finally nodded in agreement: “Okay.”

There’s no difficulty that can’t be overcome.

At least for now, she has made a new friend in the Mu family.

Night Shadow is her friend from now on.

Even if he is Uncle’s man, at least he will not harm her.

Night Shadow escorted Baili Xia to the entrance on the second floor and saw her into her room before he left.

What he didn’t know was that Baili Xia, who had just been laughing, turned white as she saw the man sitting on the small sofa by her bed as soon as she entered her room.

Her heart was in her throat, and her instinct was to flee.

But at his casual flick of cigarette ash, she hastily halted the step she was about to take.

He was smoking in the dimly lit room.

The only light came from his burning cigarette.

The flickering light illuminated his face, giving it a hazy glow.

Overall, he appeared more mysterious and inscrutable, pushing people away, and yet drawing them near.

Fearing that distancing herself now would lead to a more terrifying punishment in the next moment.

It took Baili Xia a long time standing by the door to finally gather the courage to call out softly, “Uncle.”

“Lock the door.” His deep voice resonated like the lowest note of a cello.

Magnetic, enticing, but terrifying.

Especially that order, to lock the door.

Baili Xia’s fingertips and legs were trembling.

She wanted to turn around and flee instantly, but what would happen after that?

What good would it do to run away?

Why did she come to this house in the first place?

Her heavy fingers slowly tightened and then loosened.

Finally, she obeyed him, turned around and locked the door from inside.

Then she forced herself, each step heavier than the last, to approach him: “Uncle.”

“Had fun?” Mu Xiaojiu put out his cigarette and casually tossed it into the trash can nearby.

With a pop, he lit up another one.

Baili Xia couldn’t resist a glance at the trashcan and sighed softly.

The mess he left behind would require her effort to clean up.

However, how did Uncle know she had gone to the back mountain to play?