As Cedeloi extended his arms, Ariante embraced him with a bright smile on her face. Cedeloi hugged the child and placed her on his lap.
Ariante spoke, fidgeting with her hands, “I’m not a baby. It’s okay if I sit in the chair. Like a lady.”
Cedeloi chuckled and gently stroked Ariante’s hair, “I know. But right now, father wants to hold you for a bit. Or is my lap uncomfortable?”
“Oh, no! It’s not uncomfortable at all.”
“Then let’s stay like this for a moment.”
As Ariante nodded, her entire body seemed to sink gently. Cedeloi realized that the child had been tense all along.
While a part of him felt childlike, there was also a concern about whether all these choices were truly right.
The last face of Lord Glodon he had seen came to mind.
The face that was both pale and sturdy, giving an eerie feeling, not looking like a person who survived… The face with cheeks and lips that twisted painfully with each breath due to a malfunctioning flute-like sound in the lungs.
He remembered Swan, who must have observed that all along. The face of the child who had to be alone in the royal palace without knowing anyone except himself.
Cedeloi’s gaze shifted downward, and he sighed slowly. Holding Ariante’s small hand, he lowered his head to look at the child’s face.
Blue iris bathed in the morning sunlight, and deep-blue pupils. Was it because of those mysterious eyes that seemed to change for a moment like a fairy? He even momentarily felt the illusion that Ariante might know everything.
But that couldn’t be the case… Ariante was just an innocent child who was afraid yet happy to spend time alone with her father.
Cedeloi held Ariante’s hand a bit tighter.
“Ariante, there’s something father wants to ask you. Will you listen?”
“Yes, of course. What is it?”
Cedeloi’s expression slightly distorted as if making an appeal. The moment he frowned, Ariante’s reaction was almost immediate, even though it was a very subtle change.
“Father, why are you like that? Does your head hurt?”
“No, no. I’m fine. Father is just… worried, that’s all.”
Ariante squinted her eyes as if about to cry, “What are you worried about?”
You. Cedeloi thought. And Swan.
Maiana. This delicate peace.
Ariante asked again, “Father, what are you worried about? Can I help?”
“Well, I’m not sure. No, actually, you don’t need to help your father. Your father’s issues are something he should resolve on his own… So, Ariante, I hope you’ll listen carefully to what your father has to say from now on. And I hope you’ll be honest. Didn’t I just say you don’t need to help? Don’t forget that. You can speak honestly about what you want.”
Suddenly, Ariante’s eyes widened. The child seemed to understand, bouncing up and suddenly speaking loudly.
“A tea party?”
Cedeloi looked perplexed.
“A tea party?”
Ariante replied, “Actually, I wanted to ask Father… if it’s okay to have a tea party. So I can meet friends to play with. I asked Maiana to ask on my behalf, but she said I should ask myself if I wanted to be honest.”
Cedeloi quickly organized his thoughts. In other words, Ariante had wanted to request permission to have a tea party for a long time. Upon hearing the phrase ‘speak honestly about what you want,’ she automatically assumed it was about the tea party.
Ariante still held Cedeloi’s sleeve, her eyes twinkling.
“Father, can I have a tea party? I’ll write the invitations myself. Maiana said she would help a little.”
Cedeloi smiled gently after a moment of hesitation.
“If you want, you can have a tea party anytime.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really. If you want a tea party, just ask Maiana to prepare it for you anytime.”
“Thank you, Father!”
Excited, Ariante clenched her fist and swung her legs back and forth. Cedeloi, with a complicated look of cuteness and reluctance, gazed at the child and said, “What I wanted to ask you wasn’t about a tea party.”
Ariante, who was buzzing with excitement, froze her movements. The child looked at Cedeloi with a puzzled expression.
“What is it, Father?”
Cedeloi, looking into Ariante’s eyes, asked after a brief pause, “Ariante, what do you think if Father brings one more child to this house? Someone who could be like an older brother to you.”
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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