“Then, I’ll be back. It won’t take an hour.”
“Right, Hiss is nearby, so don’t worry and wait, little boss!”
Gilliana and Vernon, waving their hands towards the accommodation as they climbed into the carriage.
The coachman, who didn’t discover the child timidly peeking out only her eyes through the gap in the curtains, looked at them strangely.
Gilliana had hurriedly left her place for some urgent matter in the house, and Vernon had also gone out to look at the evening market.
Both were busy, so they asked Hiss to look after the child, but the boy seemed to not even show his face as he was reading a book in a corner of the accommodation’s practice room.
For a moment, Nia was left alone.
The child looked around the quiet accommodation after they left.
Doll’s house, wooden horse, wooden blocks, a toy box still not unpacked, etc.
New toys that Nia had only looked at over several days were still unfamiliar.
With nowhere else to fix her gaze, Nia looked blankly at the dress she was wearing.
A very fine dress with a small skyblue ribbon.
The child fiddled with the small ribbon on her dress.
Though it was still a strange and luxurious onepiece dress, there was one thing that piqued her interest.
Rustle.
The touch of the ribbon, with its crispy texture, reminded Nia of sparkling fairy wings fluttering, and she laughed softly.
So the child stood still and played with the ribbon, then headed straight to the bedroom as if thinking of something pleasant.
Then, whining, she climbed onto the bed and stared at the pillows side by side.
Then she buried her face in one pillow and rubbed it.
“It’s Nia’s.”
Though no one asked, as if talking to someone, she mumbled, and then shyly lifted the corners of her mouth, looking at the remaining pillow.
The child, suddenly fearing being caught, quickly tidied up the blankets, hopped down and headed to the bathroom.
With those small steps, Nia, who had arrived in the bathroom, stared at two toothbrushes side by side.
Then she picked up her small toothbrush, and pretending to brush her teeth while looking in the mirror, Nia said,
“It’s Nia’s. And this is…”
Then, holding back a big laugh at herself, she carefully put it back next to Lucia’s toothbrush.
“It’s Lucia’s.”
The child propped her chin on the sink and looked at the big toothbrush next to hers, lifting the corners of her mouth cheerfully.
Then,
“Hi, my name is Nia. Lucia named me. Lucia is…”
The child, who had been laughing silly, looked in the mirror and chattered, but ended up blushing and not finishing her sentence.
Then she laughed uproariously again and chattered her new name.
The child seemed to like the new name Lucia gave her very much.
There was no way she could feel affection for the names given to her in turn at the orphanage, and Nia, who knew of the existence of the next child after she left, was happy to have her own name.
And for some reason, although Nia never expressed likes or dislikes in front of others, the child’s greatest joy was secretly looking at the things that were a set with her mother among the many gifts Leon sent.
Without a speck of blemish, this was the innocence of a 5yearold child, different from when she was with others.
The lively child, full of energy with her frequent steps, headed somewhere again.
The kitchen window.
Nia, with heels lifted, barely pulled a small piece of dry cloth soaked in the sunlight toward her.
Then, clutching the cloth, she went to the bathroom and soaked it with water.
The child went to the living room holding the damp cloth, and widened her eyes, looking at the traces there.
For a while, Nia, who had been unable to fulfill her role due to Vernon and Gilliana’s interference, saw the absence of anyone at home as the optimal moment.
The child, imagining herself as the best child, began to wipe the floor diligently.
From the glass of the cabinet to under the sofa and table.
The little child, sweat forming on her forehead, began to feverishly wipe everything down.
A breeze then cooled the child’s forehead, and Nia inadvertently lifted her head, leisurely closing her eyes and smelling the wind.
When she opened her eyes, she saw a plate dangerously placed by the open window from where the wind had blown.
It was a cracked plate that Gilliana had left to throw away.
Nia stared intently at the plate,
“……The plate belongs in the kitchen!”
Dangerously, she even raised her heel to take the plate in hand.
Gulp.
However, Nia was suddenly startled by the sound of someone coming in.
Could it be Gilliana and Vernon already?
The person who opened the door and entered was His.
And the boy’s parched eyes were directed at something in Nia’s hand.
The child slowly looked down at her own hand.
“……!”
Indeed, the cracked plate on both sides.
Although in the same space, the two people’s temperatures contrasted sharply with despair and indifference.
“Eeegh, you… Nia, ah, it’s not…!”
His’s indifferent eyes were devoid of any warmth to listen to Nia’s words.
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
