AWB Chapter 138 You Can't Steal My Mommy
Chapter 138 You Can't Steal My Mommy
Zhao Da Kuang was brought back to his senses by Xiao Qi's provocation and rebuke.
A hint of embarrassment flashed across his face, and he inwardly cried out in alarm.
He glanced furtively at the servants and subordinates around him, thinking, "Oh no, they've probably seen through my little scheme. This is a bit embarrassing."
Seeing the awkward and tense atmosphere, Su Yingxue frowned and suggested softly, "Why don't we hurry up and leave, so as not to delay the banquet?"
Zhao Da Kuang snapped out of his daze, nodded hastily, got up, took Xiao Qi's hand, and led the mother and daughter out the door.
A short while later, a helicopter suddenly appeared in front of us.
Su Yingxue was slightly taken aback, her face showing surprise. She thought to herself, "I was originally planning to take the opportunity to find out where this is when I go out. Now that's great, they just took a helicopter and left. Even if I know the location, I probably won't have a chance to send a message."
Thinking of this, she subconsciously touched the necklace hidden on her body.
Taking advantage of Zhao Da Kuang's inattention, they started activating the location information.
Su Yingxue placed all her hopes on it.
Everyone boarded the helicopter.
The propellers spun, producing a tremendous roar.
The helicopter slowly took off.
The smile on Xiaoqi's face gradually disappeared, her big eyes filled with longing, and she muttered, "Mommy, I miss my six brothers so much. I wonder how they are doing now."
Su Yingxue held Xiaoqi's hand tightly with heartache, patted it gently, and comforted her tenderly, "Baby, don't be sad. Your brothers are definitely thinking of us too. We have to be happy so that your brothers can rest assured."
Little Seven nodded vigorously after hearing her mother's words.
A smile returned to her little face, and she said in a clear voice, "Mommy, my brothers are so amazing! I want to be like them and protect you so that bad people won't bully us!"
That mature demeanor, so young, revealed a unique kind of growth and determination.
Su Yingxue looked at Xiao Qi, feeling both gratified and heartbroken.
The helicopter's enormous roar filled my ears, its fuselage trembling slightly as it soared through the vast night sky.
At this moment, Zhao Dakuang's tall figure slowly walked out from the cockpit.
He saw Su Yingxue and her daughter Xiaoqi in the cabin, and a smug smile appeared on his face.
As soon as Zhao Dakuang stepped into the cabin, he saw Su Yingxue chatting and laughing with Xiao Qi.
The little guy gesticulated wildly as he told stories, and Su Yingxue's eyes crinkled with affection.
This heartwarming scene brought a smile to Zhao Da Kuang's face.
He walked steadily to Su Yingxue's side and slowly sat down.
Those deep, dark eyes stared at her intently, as if they had a thousand words to say.
Zhao Dakang broke the silence first, explaining in a low but gentle voice, "We're taking a plane to our destination this time because the banquet venue is a bit remote. Helicopters are faster and can avoid a lot of trouble on the ground."
Su Yingxue nodded slightly, a distant smile on her lips, and replied softly, "Yes, I understand. Since you've made all the arrangements, I trust you."
His tone was calm and even, revealing little emotion.
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Da Kuang suddenly reached out and grabbed Su Yingxue's hand.
Su Yingxue's body stiffened abruptly, and an instinctive resistance welled up in her heart. She subconsciously wanted to shake off this sudden touch.
But Zhao Da Kuang seemed to have anticipated this, and he increased the force in his hand, gripping it even tighter, making it impossible for her to break free.
Su Yingxue thought to herself: Why does this person like to grab people so arbitrarily without even asking if I want to? It's really frustrating!
Zhao Da Kuang, however, seemed to know everything and sighed softly in his heart.
He knew he had arrived too late; Su Yingxue's heart and eyes were already filled with someone else. But how could he be willing to let go like this?
He secretly vowed that he would do whatever it took to make her forget the past.
Little Seven is very clever; she noticed that her mother tried to pull her hand away but couldn't move.
A flash of anger appeared in her big eyes, and her little face puffed up with sullenness.
Her eyes darted around, and she said to Zhao Da Kuang in a clear voice, "Uncle Zhao, hug me."
That soft, sweet voice was irresistible to anyone.
Zhao Da Kuang was reluctant to let go of Su Yingxue's hand.
But Xiaoqi's pleading little face made it hard for him to be cruel.
After a moment's hesitation, he finally stretched out his long arm and steadily picked up Xiaoqi.
Xiao Qi nestled in his arms and secretly winked at Su Yingxue.
Su Yingxue understood immediately, knowing that this clever little devil was taking the opportunity to help her out of a predicament.
Xiao Qi tilted her head, wrapped her arms around Zhao Da Kuang's neck, and asked innocently, "Uncle Zhao, do you have a wife?"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Da Kuang's face immediately darkened.
Before Zhao Dakang could speak, Xiao Qi continued, "Let me tell you, Su Yingxue is my mommy and Tan Zhengchu's wife. You can't steal her away."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Da Kuang's face instantly darkened, his gaze became as deep as ink, and his heart was filled with rage.
He bit his lower lip, suppressing his emotions, and replied in a muffled voice, "Uncle doesn't have a wife."
The voice carried a hint of loneliness.
Then, he wisely put Xiaoqi down.
Xiao Qi then took the opportunity to run into Su Yingxue's arms.
After a full two-hour flight, the helicopter landed smoothly in Yangon, the capital of Myanmar.
The helipad was brightly lit and extremely luxurious, belonging to a renowned ten-star hotel.
Luxury cars chauffeured guests to and from the area, and the place was filled with VIPs, exuding an atmosphere of extravagance and decadence.
As soon as the helicopter landed, the cabin door slowly opened.
Zhao Da Kuang stepped forward first, his posture upright and his aura so powerful it seemed as if he himself brought a storm.
Zhao Er quickly followed, leaned close to Su Yingxue, and lowered his voice to command, "Miss Su, please take the gentleman's hand and go inside."
Su Yingxue frowned slightly, subconsciously hugged Xiaoqi tighter, her gaze firm: "Xiaoqi is still young, I'm afraid she'll fall because she's unsteady on her feet, I'll just hold her hand."
After saying that, he took Xiaoqi's little hand and strode confidently toward the hotel.
A thick, soft red carpet stretched out beneath our feet.
Xiao Qi, dressed in an exquisite little tulle dress, walked with light steps, her big eyes curiously surveying her surroundings. Even at such a young age, she exuded an innate and outstanding temperament.
Zhao Da Kuang attracted even more attention, with people bowing respectfully and greeting him attentively as he walked.
But he seemed not to hear, his expression indifferent, only nodding slightly occasionally.
Stepping into the banquet hall, the scene was nothing short of extravagant and dreamlike.
A dazzling crystal chandelier casts its light, like stars falling from the sky; the surrounding walls are inlaid with priceless gemstones, sparkling brilliantly; layers of girlish pink gauze curtains create a dreamlike and enchanting scene.
As soon as Zhao Da Kuang appeared, a group of people immediately surrounded him.
They chattered amongst themselves, praising his business acumen or inquiring about his recent plans.
Zhao Dafan, however, remained uninterested throughout.
His gaze was fixed on Su Yingxue, as if nothing else in the world could catch his eye.
Su Yingxue and Xiao Qi were attracted by the dreamlike decorations in the hall.
Little Seven exclaimed repeatedly, "Mommy, this place is so luxurious!"
Su Yingxue also looked on with admiration and nodded repeatedly.