Chapter 80

After all, his daughter was a girl, and by the age of seven or eight, she had developed a vague awareness of the differences between men and women. Soon, hugging would no longer be allowed. Thus, these days were especially precious to Chu Tianhe.

Early the next morning—

“Daddy!”

Yaoyao opened her eyes and, as expected, found herself nestled in her father’s arms. Her heart brimmed with sweetness.

Chu Tianhe smiled gently, stroking Yaoyao’s little head. “Sweetheart, why are you up so early?”

“I missed you, Daddy. I wanted to see you as soon as I woke up.”

Her small, tender hands wrapped around Chu Tianhe’s neck. In that moment, the warmth of his daughter melted his heart, stirring a ripple within this legendary war god, whose hands had been stained with blood on countless battlefields.

The comfort of family, the solace of his daughter—nothing could be more beautiful than this.

Crash!

Just as Chu Tianhe was enjoying his daughter’s embrace, a sudden, crisp clatter sounded from outside the door. Qin Xiaomeng, still suffering from last night’s hangover, had gotten up and knocked over a cup.

“What’s wrong with Auntie?” Yaoyao immediately got up and ran out of the room.

Qin Xiaomeng stood there with her hair in disarray, her entire demeanor frazzled—clearly still not recovered from her drunken night. More importantly, she realized her stockings were missing, and her clothes felt odd.

“Brother-in-law, I... How did I get home last night?” Qin Xiaomeng had no memory of the previous evening.

“You have the nerve to ask!” Yang Huijuan, her sister, had been holding back a bellyful of anger. Were it not for Chu Tianhe’s presence, she would have scolded Qin Xiaomeng mercilessly to teach her a lesson.

“You drank so much! If your brother-in-law hadn’t brought you home, you’d have spent the night on the streets!”

“A girl coming home so late, drunk out of her mind—what if you ran into someone dangerous?”

Yang Huijuan launched into a barrage of criticism. Qin Xiaomeng could only bow her head and listen, not daring to retort. At the same time, her eyes kept darting toward Chu Tianhe, her heart racing wildly.

Was it her brother-in-law who brought her home after she got drunk last night?

But what about her stockings?

And the buttons on her clothes—they didn’t seem quite right. Could it be... did something happen between her and her brother-in-law last night?

At this thought, Qin Xiaomeng’s face flushed crimson; she couldn’t even meet Chu Tianhe’s eyes.

“I prepared a bowl of hangover tea for you. It’ll help you feel better,” Chu Tianhe, well-versed in medicine, had anticipated Qin Xiaomeng’s poor condition the next morning, and had brewed a cup of hangover tea early on, handing it to her.

“Thank you... Thank you, brother-in-law...” Qin Xiaomeng’s face was red all the way down her neck. She kept her head down, not daring to look at Chu Tianhe, nervously taking the tea and wondering what had happened the previous night. Distracted, she took a sip.

“Ugh, it’s so bitter!”

“It’s herbal medicine—it’ll taste somewhat bitter,” Chu Tianhe replied with a mild smile. “Drink it, and you’ll quickly recover.”

He pointed at the wall clock and said, “You’re about to be late.”

“Oh my goodness, today’s my first day at work!” Qin Xiaomeng glanced up, her face changing instantly. She no longer cared about the taste, gulped down the hangover tea in one go, and dashed out the door, heading straight for Senmao Group.