My Aloof Husband Can't Stop His Devoted Affection-Chapter 553 - 022: His Tenderness_3

Chapter 553: 022: His Tenderness_3
After returning to the country, he always quarreled with Father Nan, so his face didn’t look good, and he never gave Little Yu’er a nice look, making her feel that he didn’t like her.
But in reality, Nan Jiayan’s feelings towards Little Yu’er were truly complicated. He didn’t like her mother and held grudges against his own father, but he also understood that Little Yu’er was innocent; she didn’t understand anything, so he shouldn’t vent his anger on her.
"Of course, I like her. Little Yu’er is so cute, so beautiful, how could brother not like her?"
"Really?"
"Mm."
"Then I’ll help brother take good care of sister, and I’ll listen to sister. I won’t cry anymore, I’m a brave Little Yu’er!" The little girl wiped the tears from her eyes happily and replied with utmost conviction.
"Good girl." Nan Jiayan gently rubbed her head, then looked at Lu Shishu, slowly walked over, and reached out to hold her hand: "Sorry, Shishu, even though you’re not feeling well, I still made you take care of Little Yu’er."
"Where are you going? Did something happen?"
Nan Jiayan pursed his lips, glanced at Little Yu’er from the corner of his eye, pulled Lu Shishu to the door, and replied softly: "I just called my dad, and it was someone from the hospital who answered. They said my dad is seriously ill and was sent to the hospital three days ago. I have to go there, but I don’t know the details until I arrive, so... I’m sorry to trouble you with Little Yu’er..."
He already felt a great deal of guilt toward Lu Shishu, and now asking him to take care of his sister made him quite embarrassed, yet he had no other options.
Since Little Yu’er was brought here by her mother and his own father is gravely ill, things are certainly not that simple. No matter what, he should go to the hospital to figure out the situation first.
"Shishu, about the issues between us, no matter how you feel, I am at your disposal. You can hit me, you can scold me, I definitely won’t retort or fight back. I also know that no amount of apologies can make up for the fact that I hurt you in the past, but believe me, my feelings for you have never changed, from start to finish, whether it was in the past, the present, or even in the future, they will never change." Nan Jiayan said affectionately, and without waiting for Lu Shishu’s response, he lowered his head and placed a kiss on her forehead: "When I come back, can we have a good talk? Clear up all the misunderstandings okay?"
Lu Shishu didn’t say anything, but she was stunned by his sudden kiss, her expression froze, her pupils slightly dilated, and she stood there, completely rigid.
After seven years, feeling his tenderness once again felt foreign to her, yet familiar, as if it had appeared countless times in her dreams, something she dared not hope for again, but now suddenly coming true caught her off guard and seemed to suddenly erase the trace of resentment in her heart.
But Nan Jiayan left in a hurry, not waiting for Lu Shishu to respond. He gave her a gentle smile, changed shoes at the door, put on his coat, and went out.
The large house suddenly became extremely quiet, with only a big and a small cat left to keep each other company. Seeing her still standing at the doorway not moving, Little Yu’er took a sip of milk, struggled quite a bit to get down from the high stool, tentatively reached her small leg to feel for the ground, was afraid yet eager to get down.
Once down, she almost missed a step, staggering a bit, but luckily didn’t fall. She hurriedly ran to Lu Shishu’s side, tugged at her clothing, and gently shook it: "Sister, what are you looking at standing here? Missing brother?"
Hearing the tender voice, Lu Shishu suddenly snapped back to reality, the house long since void of Nan Jiayan’s presence. Confused, Lu Shishu lowered her head, gazing at the little girl looking up at her, and a smile emerged on her lips as she slowly crouched down, gently stroked her head, finding the little girl increasingly similar to Nan Jiayan, especially the way their eyes held a brilliance akin to a galaxy when they smiled.
"Finished your milk?" Lu Shishu asked softly with a smile.