TSFLIP Chapter 1131

Nangong Jue smacked Nangong Zhe on the head in frustration. At that moment, he noticed Fengguang stepping out of a car. Whether his son wanted to or not, he dragged Nangong Zhe over with him.

“Well, if it isn’t Miss Xia!” Nangong Jue greeted with a broad smile, showing none of the arrogance he once had when he declared that the Xia family would have to personally meet with his son before he agreed to dissolve the engagement.

Behind his back, Nangong Jue pinched Nangong Zhe hard. Wincing in pain, Nangong Zhe forced a smile.

“Miss Xia, long time no see.”

He still vividly remembered the gunshot Fengguang had put in him back then.

Fengguang smiled faintly. “Nangong Zhe, so you’re still alive.”

Nangong Zhe awkwardly let out an “uh,” unable to think of what to say. He very much wanted to tell his father that he had literally killed the love of this woman’s life back then. If she ever agreed to restore their engagement, that would be the real miracle.

Only his naïve, foolishly optimistic father believed that the Qi family alone had been pressuring the Nangong family. The Xia family had obviously been involved behind the scenes too.

Still, Nangong Jue’s skin was thick enough that he simply turned his attention to the exquisitely adorable little girl nearby and asked with a smile, “Miss Xia, is this your little cousin?”

Rumor had it that the Xia family had taken in the daughter of a distant relative to live with them long-term. Anyone with connections could dig up that information.

“Mom—sis… sister…” Xiaoxiao cleverly corrected herself halfway through. Grabbing the hem of Fengguang’s dress timidly, she hid behind her.

Xia Chao had taught her long ago that if strangers were around, she had to call her mother “big sister.” She was still too young to understand why, but her grandfather had told her that if she called Fengguang “Mommy” in front of other people, her mother would be laughed at.

Fengguang smiled and took Xiaoxiao’s hand. “Uncle Nangong, you misunderstand. Xiaoxiao isn’t my cousin. She’s my daughter.”

The moment those words fell, both Nangong Jue and Nangong Zhe froze.

After a long silence, Nangong Jue finally asked, “Miss Xia… are you married?”

“No.” Fengguang’s smile was exceptionally sweet. “But is there any law that says a woman has to be married before she can have a child?”

Nangong Jue’s expression immediately became difficult to describe.

Nangong Zhe knew far more than his father did, and he almost asked in disbelief, “Xia Fengguang… aren’t you afraid this child might also be—”

“Xiaoxiao is perfectly normal.” Fengguang’s gaze turned cold. “She’s my daughter. If you dare say another bad word about her, I don’t mind putting another bullet in you.”

With that, Fengguang picked Xiaoxiao up and walked into the church.

Nangong Zhe instinctively covered the spot at his waist that had long since healed, yet somehow still seemed to ache faintly.

Soon, the wedding ceremony began, and all the guests took their seats.

Xiaoxiao sat beside Fengguang, her eyes wide as she carefully watched the beautiful bride walk past. Wearing her wedding gown, Lu Heng looked elegant and poised. As for the groom, Yu Li, he looked far more nervous. One could clearly see that his hands were trembling slightly as he lifted the bridal veil.

The priest began a long speech, but Xiaoxiao was still a child. Once the novelty wore off, she quickly became bored.

Looking up, she saw Fengguang staring intently at the bride and groom. Xiaoxiao did not understand why her mother was watching so seriously, but she was a good child and never disturbed someone who was focused.

So her eyes began wandering around the room until they landed on a large porcelain vase filled with flowers standing in a corner near the entrance.

She thought the flowers were beautiful and wanted to pick one to give to her mother.

But Xiaoxiao was tiny, and because she had been seated in the back row, she managed to wander over unnoticed while everyone’s attention remained fixed on the ceremony. Unfortunately, she had overestimated her height. She was too short—even jumping couldn’t reach the flowers inside the vase.

Suddenly, a hand reached over and effortlessly pulled out a red rose, holding it out in front of the little girl.

“Do you want it?”

The black suit accentuated the man’s tall frame. His temperament was refined and elegant, and his appearance was naturally flawless. Yet there was also an oddly restrained aura about him, something that made people instinctively want to look closer. His smile appeared harmless—one could even say friendly.

Little Xiaoxiao was far too young to think that deeply.

Her only thought was that a handsome uncle was smiling at her.