When your children were young, they would stick to you all the time and you would find them such a chore. But when they were grown and had their own friends, they would grow distant. You would regret that you had not spent more time with them, but it would be too late then.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.
Jiang Ning didn't need his daughter to be first in anything or to be better than anyone. In fact, she could take her time and enjoy her life.
He wanted to watch his daughter grow up and keep watching her until he grew old and became an old man.
He had never thought that a human child could be so adorable.
"She's looking at me," he said and smiled.
Jiang Yao couldn't speak. She simply looked at Jiang Ning with her huge eyes and gave him a faint smile. The sight of her could melt his heart.
Her huge eyes were brighter and clearer than any precious gem in the world.
"Ah...ah..."
Jiang Yao blurted out a sound. Jiang Ning nearly jumped.
"Is she calling for me?"
He was elated.
Lin Yuzhen simply hugged her tummy and laughed. She didn't know what to say.
Jiang Ning was adorable.
Their daughter wasn't calling for Jiang Ning at all. The excitement of having a kid must have gotten to his head.
Jiang Ning wasn't bothered by his wife's laughter at all. He grabbed his daughter's tiny hands. His head wobbled slightly. "Come on, say 'Daddy'. Call me 'Daddy'. Come on!" The room was enveloped in warmth and love.
Huang Yuming and Butler Zhao were waiting outside the door. They did not interrupt Jiang Ning's time with his family. They knew how rare such moments were. Every second was precious.
After some time, Jiang Yao took some milk and fell asleep again. Jiang Ning left the room then.
When he saw Butler Zhao and Huang Yuming, he knew that something terrible must have happened. The peace had barely lasted two weeks. Mr Lang and his companions must be dying for some action.
"The lunatic's entered our borders," said Butler Zhao. "He's extremely brazen. There's been no attempt to conceal his tracks. Wherever he goes, he leaves the bodies of innocent people in his wake." He handed the photos in his hand to Jiang Ning. They were photos of young girls and the youngest one had been six years old.
Murderous rage filled Jiang Ning's eyes.
He was a father now. He couldn't bear the sight of dead young girls. He looked at Butler Zhao. "Where is he now?"
"He's in the northwestern region."
Based on the information they had,
the lunatic had entered their borders and had headed for the
northwestern region. Within the short span of three days, he had killed two girls. They had died horribly.
When Butler Zhao and the others had found out about their deaths, they had been filled with fury as well and had desperately wished to kill the lunatic.
But they knew that Jiang Ning was the only one who was the lunatic's match. Peter Pan was capable of killing him too, but he refused to go anywhere. He kept himself cooped up in the house and guarded Jiang Yao.
Surprisingly, that had served to set Jiang Ning's heart at ease.
As long as his home was safe, he could leave Donghai without worry and get things done. Otherwise, he had no desire to go anywhere as long as his wife and daughter remained at home. "That scum! I'm going to kill him!" snarled Jiang Ning.
He simply couldn't bear to see children die in the hands of scum like the lunatic before they could grow up and experience the beauty and wonder of the world.
Jiang Ning was truly furious. He had not expected anyone to lay their hands on a child. This was unforgivable!
"We don't need you to kill him." Peter Pan had his hands folded behind his back as he slowly strode in.
"What did you just say?"
Jiang Ning's eyes fell on Peter Pan. He had no idea what the old man was trying to say. Who else had the ability to kill the lunatic? Was Peter Pan going to do it himself?
"I said you don't have to kill him.
That lunatic's not that powerful,' Peter Pan scoffed. He would naturally think so. The lunatic couldn't compare to Mr Langat all. "Let those young lads handle him."
Was he talking about the wolves?
Was Peter Pan joking?