coobybook Chapter 130 Don't even think about seeing Little 7 again
Chapter 130 Don't even think about seeing Little 7 again
The butler explained nervously, “Sir, Miss won’t listen to reason at all and has bitten me many times. Look, there’s still a row of teeth marks on the back of my hand. Miss keeps saying she wants to go home and doesn’t want to stay here, we really have no other choice.”
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, revealing rows of teeth marks clearly imprinted on the back of his hand.
When Zhao Da Kuang saw the teeth marks, a hint of a smile flashed in his eyes.
He thought to himself: This Xiao Qi's temper is somewhat similar to Ying Xue's; they are both so stubborn. Interesting.
Zhao Da Kuang raised his head slightly and ordered the servants, "Go prepare lunch. Ying Xue must be hungry."
The servants responded in unison, then hurriedly dispersed to prepare lunch.
Zhao Da Kuang gently pushed open the door to the guest room, walking very quietly as he entered.
He immediately saw Xiao Qi nestled in Su Yingxue's arms.
Xiaoqi's eyes were red and swollen from crying, like two ripe cherries.
However, she had stopped crying by now, though she would occasionally sob.
Xiao Qi caught a glimpse of Zhao Da Kuang's figure, and her small body trembled instantly.
Like a frightened little rabbit, it hurriedly burrowed deeper into Su Yingxue's arms.
At the same time, he shouted loudly, "Mom, the big bad guy is coming!"
Su Yingxue hugged Xiaoqi tightly with heartache, looked up and glared at Zhao Dakang, her eyes seemingly spitting fire: "Zhao Dakang, look at what you've done! Xiaoqi is just a child, how could you scare her like that?"
Su Yingxue lowered her head, pressed her face against Xiaoqi's forehead, and whispered in an incredibly gentle voice, "Xiaoqi, be good, don't be afraid, Mommy is here, Mommy will protect you."
Her hand gently patted Xiaoqi's back, again and again, as if it carried some kind of magical power.
Under this gentle comfort, Xiao Qi gradually relaxed her tense nerves and rubbed her little head against Su Yingxue's chest.
Soon after, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Looking at Xiao Qi's peaceful sleeping face, Su Yingxue was filled with worry.
She wondered to herself, "Xiaoqi is still so young. Will this fright leave her with psychological trauma?" She really hoped that Xiaoqi could forget this terrible experience as soon as possible.
Zhao Da Kuang silently walked to the sofa and sat down, but his eyes remained fixed on Su Yingxue and Xiao Qi.
He watched Su Yingxue holding Xiao Qi, and the scene was so peaceful and beautiful that a strange emotion quietly grew in his heart.
He watched as Xiao Qi slept peacefully in Su Yingxue's arms, and his jealousy grew wildly like weeds.
He was jealous of Tan Zhengchu, jealous that he had Su Yingxue's love, and jealous that they had such a lovely child.
He bit his lower lip tightly, his hands unconsciously clenching, and he secretly vowed to make Su Yingxue fall in love with him.
The butler tiptoed into the room.
He bowed slightly and respectfully said to Zhao Da Kuang, "Master, lunch is ready."
Zhao Dakuang stood up, walked to Su Yingxue's side, and said softly, "Yingxue, lunch is ready, let's go eat together."
Su Yingxue didn't even look up, coldly refusing: "I'm not going. Xiao Qi is still sleeping, and I need to stay with her."
Zhao Da Kuang's face instantly darkened.
He said coldly, "Su Yingxue, if you continue with this attitude, don't even think about seeing Xiao Qi again."
After saying that, he raised his voice and called over a servant: "Take Miss Xiaoqi away and take good care of her."
Su Yingxue suddenly raised her head and glared fiercely at the approaching maid, her eyes seeming to devour her.
The maid was so frightened that she trembled and stopped abruptly, not daring to take another step forward.
Su Yingxue was filled with conflicting emotions.
She was worried that Xiaoqi would be woken up, but she was also afraid that Xiaoqi would be subjected to more stress if she was taken away.
She took a deep breath, looked at Zhao Dakang, and asked, "If I obey, will you not separate me from my daughter?"
Zhao Da Kuang nodded slightly, giving an affirmative answer.
Then he waved for the servants to leave the room.
Su Yingxue sighed helplessly.
She carefully placed Xiaoqi on the bed and gently covered her with the blanket.
Then he stood up, his eyes filled with worry and reluctance.
But in order to prevent her daughter from being hurt again, she had no choice but to compromise for the time being and go to lunch with Zhao Da Kuang.
Su Yingxue reluctantly followed Zhao Dakuang to the restaurant.
As soon as she stepped out of Xiaoqi's room, she realized that there was a suffocating atmosphere in the room.
When she first arrived, she was so eager that she didn't pay attention to the room's layout.
The walls in the room were a dark gray, as if they had been soaked by dark clouds, devoid of any life.
The curtains were also dark gray, hanging heavily and blocking out the sunlight.
Only a few faint rays of light pierced through, making the room even darker.
The furniture was all made of cold, hard metal with a gleaming, icy sheen, which complemented the gray environment perfectly.
The bedding was also a cold, gray color, and Xiaoqi's small body was curled up in it, looking particularly helpless.
Several impressionist paintings that Su Yingxue couldn't understand were hanging on the wall.
The lines in the painting are chaotic and the colors are all shades of gray.
It was as if the painter had sketched it with desperate strokes, adding to the eeriness and gloom of the entire room.
Su Yingxue's brows furrowed tightly into a "川" shape.
She walked quickly to the window, pulled back the curtains, and tried to let more sunlight in.
But the gray world seemed to remain unchanged in the slightest.
She turned around and said to Zhao Dakang with dissatisfaction, "Why is this room decorated like this? Xiaoqi is just a child. She needs a bright and warm environment. This dark and depressing color scheme will scare her. Don't you have any other rooms?"
Her voice was filled with obvious anger and worry, and her eyes were full of heartache for Xiaoqi.
Zhao Da Kuang remained calm and replied without changing his expression, "The whole house is in this color scheme, but after you and I get married, you can change it according to your own preferences."
He thought to himself that his life was just like this gray, dull and without light, only Su Yingxue was like a ray of light piercing through the gloom.
He eagerly anticipated that Su Yingxue would bring a different kind of color to this family.
Upon hearing this, Su Yingxue's eyes widened in anger, and she retorted, "Zhao Da Kuang, you shameless bastard! I'm already married, don't even dream about it!"
Zhao Da Kuang, however, was neither angry nor annoyed. Instead, he smiled slightly and said, "Then Xiao Qi will have to live in this gray-themed room from now on."
Su Yingxue's anger surged even higher.
But faced with Zhao Da Kuang's words, he was at a loss for what to do.
Su Yingxue quickly walked out of Xiaoqi's room and saw that the living room and even the entire house were all this lifeless gray.
She couldn't help but shiver, thinking that Zhao Da Kuang was truly terrifying, and his heart was probably as cold as this gray.
She felt that the manor was like an empty mountain forest in winter, filled with a cold and eerie atmosphere, eerily quiet.
Apart from the whistling wind, there was no other sound.
Su Yingxue's family has seven children, and it's always lively and bustling.
She loved the vibrant and lively atmosphere, which contrasted sharply with Zhao Da Kuang's cold manor.