Attack of the Adorable Kid: President Daddy's Infinite Pampering

Nan Zhi slammed the door shut after she entered the apartment building. Her slender back pressed roughly against the cold and hard door and she sank to the ground.

Like injured butterfly wings, her long lashes fluttered nonstop as her eyes slowly turned cold and she moved a fist in front of her mouth. Mustering up all of her energy, she tried to restrain the emotions raging inside her mind.

She really hated this type of entanglement.

It had taken her so much effort to steel her heart, yet he put the thought that he cared for her once again.

Her chest heaved crazily as she closed her eyes.

By the time she opened them again, her emotions had slowly calmed dow and the fire in her eyes had dulled again.

She could not let herself be enchanted by him again.

The taste of being abandoned, hurt and lied to was not something that she wanted to experience.

Never again.

…

Mu Sihan stood outside of the apartment building. By now, blood had covered his entire face, as it dripped down his chin and onto his shirt, drop by drop. His handsome face appeared even more pale.

Yet, he looked unmoved, as if he could not feel any pain or discomfort.

His eyes were starting to turn red.

The bipolar disorder in him was starting to act up and he fought to push it down.

His large palm balled into fists as he hit the wall next to the door ruthlessly with all of his strength.

Like a statue that had been frozen in time, he stood in front of the door unmoving. However, the blood on his forehead continued to fall nonstop, and it was such a horrifying sight that it made people scared of him.

Xue’er also got a taxi and followed behind him after he had left the hospital.

As her thin figure stood in the light, her heart felt so much pain for him that it seemed like it was breaking apart when she saw Nan Zhi hitting Mu Sihan’s wound on his forehead.

Her legs wanted to move forward, but she knew that he did not wish for her to see him like this. Not now.

Since they were young, she had never seen him care so much for a woman who was not family.

Although he was extremely arrogant, he always treated people coldly.

Since he was so handsome, girls that liked him always threw themselves at him no matter whether he was rich or not. However, he never used what he had to play around with women.

She knew better than anyone that his private life was cleaner than anyone else’s.

Never had she seen him flirt with a woman, to the point that she assumed he would never do such a thing because he was too smart, and also because he had a low emotional intelligence.

It turned out that it was not that he did not know how, but rather that he did not bother and was unwilling to do it to a woman that he did not like.

No one knew that he actually had a soft and sensitive heart under his arrogant and overbearing demeanour.

Xue’er’s heart clenched tightly as she stared at his blood-covered face.

Click, click.

No one noticed that someone had just taken a photo of this scene from a hidden corner.

…

In the Mu manor .

The Old Madam was sewing flowers on the sofa, with her presbyopic glasses. Her throat was a little itchy, she coughed and she coughed until blood came out onto the handkerchief again.

Her body condition was getting worse, and she was afraid that she might not even have a year left to live.

Xue’er had not return to the manor after she left the district Nan Zhi was staying at. Instead, she came to the Mu manor and sat quietly next to the Old Madam, watching her sew flowers.

The flowers that the Old Madam sewed were considered top-notch. It would be hard pressed to find flowers that were more indicate than these ones, which were pretty and looked so lifelike.

“Old Madam, someone sent this over just now.” The servant passed an envelope to the Old Madam.

The Old Madam put down the needle and thread, pushing up the spectacles on her nose bridge and took the envelope.

Whe she tore open the envelope, her gaze sharpened into steel when she saw the photos inside.

There were three photos.

The first one was of Nan Zhi hitting Mu Sihan’s forehead with strength.

The second one was of Mu Sihan’s face covered in blood.

The third one was of Mu Sihan punching the wall hard, baring his injured hands.

“This girl hit him so hard even though she knew that Sihan was injured?” The Old Madam had long treated Mu Sihan as her biological grandson, and her heart ached at the sight of his blood-covered face.