Chapter 362: Why are you crying?

“Second Uncle, Second Uncle, since you don’t wish to help my family, I’ll just take my leave.”

When she finished saying this, she did not bother to look at their expressions and simply left the villa.

She exited the villa in large strides, and as she looked at the dark sky, her heart weighed heavily on her.

Her face held a stunned expression and, like a puppet whose strings had been cut, she stiffly and sluggishly stepped onto the muddy road.

She walked to a luscious tree and squatted under its canopy. She hugged her knees together and buried her head in them.

“Daddy…” she cried helplessly.

From her mother’s sickness to asking for help from her relatives – this series of events really broke her heart and let her see the true colors of some people.

She sobbed like a child as she knelt while hugging her arms under the shade of the big tree.

It was not like this last time.

Back then, her cousin left all the good things for her and gently consoled her.

As for her second uncle, he showered her with love and treated her so much better than her cousin.

When did it all change?

“Daddy… Daddy…” she wept her father’s name.

‘Ge Ge, you are daddy’s bravest princess; you cannot cry so easily!’

Daddy, I’m so hurt… Daddy…

Da, da, da! Approaching footsteps were heard amid the mournful silence.

However, she was too wrapped up in her world filled with sadness to take notice of this.

Da! The sound finally stopped.

Before her was a man in black leather shoes.

The tall and well-built man lowered his head to look at the woman squatting and crying silently. After remaining mum for a while, he finally asked, “… Why are you crying?”

This sudden cold and crisp voice startled her into looking up.

“Why are you here?” she asked when he saw him looking at her.

“Why are you crying?” he pursued, ignoring her question.

He had secretly followed her here and waited outside her second uncle’s villa.

At the sight of her running out of her second uncle’s home in tears, his heart raged.

His heart ached further the moment he saw this little woman kneel down in sadness and weep bitterly.

“What does it have to do with you?!” she demanded, releasing all her bottled-up anger on him.

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“…” He frowned slightly at her loud voice.

His sudden appearance destroyed her desire to cry. She got up and moved to wipe her tears with her sleeves when he handed over a square-shaped, gray handkerchief.

“Wipe your face.” His forehead creased more tightly at her flushed and puffy face.

She sniffed and did not reject his offer. Swiftly receiving his handkerchief, she wiped her tears.

It was not enough for her to clean away her tears; she also violently wiped her snot with the clean handkerchief in front of him.

Her actions were clearly not elegant, but she only looked very adorable to him.

“What are you looking at?!” She fiercely glared at him when she spotted him staring at her intently.

“Heh…” He was amused by her fierce appearance.

“Thank you for your handkerchief. Here; you can have it back!” She harrumphed. His smile infuriated her into evilly shoving the dirtied handkerchief back in his hand.

Feeling the wetness of the handkerchief, all his amusement faded.

His smile froze in that instant, causing him to look exceptionally comical.

She burst into laughter at how silly he appeared.

She felt much better after looking at his frozen expression.

Ze ze ze! That old saying, ‘Happiness is built on other’s misery’, is indeed spot on.

“Ha ha ha!” It was with this thought that she laughed.

At her clear laughter, the anger he felt for being forced to come into contact with the soiled handkerchief dissipated.

Her tear-stained face was clearly unsightly, but her sunny smile made his heart jump fast.

The corners of his mouth could not help but form a smile as well.

This dumb woman, crying and laughing at the same time and behaving like a child…

Feeling amused and helpless at her smile, his mouth involuntarily curved upward.

“Why were you crying?” he asked again with a smile on his lips.

Her mood improved because of their recent interaction, so she did not find his presence annoying.

“Because I feel sad,” she replied softly.

“What made you sad?” he pressed on, as though the answer did not satisfy him.

“…” His question caused her to look up at him. When their eyes met, she saw the concern evident on his face, and her heart began to feel depressed again.

Someone who was not even a friend had so much concern for her, yet her relatives…

Her nose wrinkled, and she replied moodily.

“None of your business.”

“…” He frowned at her response. Eventually sighing inwardly, he said gravely, “I’ll send you home.”