Chapter 783: His Aloof Father

“Xiao Yu, you have to let me know if your sister ever bullies you again, do you understand?” Xia Jingshu said as she pulled Xiao Yu into her arms. She had bad legs so she couldn’t hold her grandchildren but she liked to pull the children to her side.

Xiao Yu nodded hard and said that he understood.

A Rolls Royce drove into the castle and this was one of the newest models.

Xi Xi ran over in excitement when she spotted the car. She opened her arms and said sweetly, “Dad... daddy, carry me.”

Ye Hao stepped out of the car. At 34, he looked more mature than he did three years ago and he didn’t seem very energetic because he had not shaved for several days, and gave off a melancholic air.

He picked up his daughter, the only person who could make him feel like coming home.

“Xi Xi, did your tutor come by today?” Ye Hao asked.

He had hired several private tutors for Xi Xi, including a dance tutor, a piano tutor and a physical education tutor to develop her interests. He didn’t need her to learn any new knowledge.

Xi Xi nodded happily and planted a sloppy kiss on his cheeks as she said, “My tutor has already gone home. Daddy, she said I was a great dancer.”

She sounded very proud as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

She didn’t need to walk as long as her father was home since he would carry her everywhere. This was also the case even when she was three going on four years old.

In the living room, Han Xue nudged her son when she realized that Ye Hao had finally returned home.

“Xiao Yu, go over there to be with your father,” she said.

Xiao Yu understood what his mother had said but he stuck close by her side and didn’t move while his gaze never left his father who carried his sister nearby.

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“Go on!” Han Xue gave him another nudge when she saw that he wasn’t moving.

Xiao Yu finally slowly made his way over. After he reached the main hall, he did not approach Ye Hao. Instead, he stared at Ye Hao from a distance and did not even greet him with the word ‘Dad’.

He was still young so he didn’t know much but he knew that his father would never hold him like he held his sister. Even when he said the word ‘dad’, his father would merely acknowledge him with a nod.

He knew that.

Han Xue was extremely anxious as she watched her son and wondered how could her son be so timid.

Ye Hao noticed Xiao Yu standing nearby but he didn’t walk over to greet his son. He glanced at Xiao Yu, then he carried his daughter up to his room.

His room looked exactly the same as it did three years ago and even the furniture remained completely unchanged. His wedding photo with He Xiyan was still hanging inside the room.

This wedding photo would make one feel ill at ease because the bride was considered ‘deceased’.

Ye Hao placed his daughter on the sofa, then he walked to his closet and took out two pieces of clothing that he intended to change into.

He didn’t notice the mother and son who stood at the doorway to his room.

Han Xue nudged her son once more. “Go on in,” she said as she glared angrily at Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu quickly ran when he saw that his mother was about to flare up.

He finally stood boldly in front of Ye Hao and looked up at this man who was much taller than him.

“Dad,” Xiao Yu said softly. He had used all his courage to eke those words out.

Ye Hao turned to look at this child and frowned. A look of displeasure was clearly seen on his face.

He didn’t even want to look at a child whom he didn’t want to acknowledge from the very beginning.