Chapter 17: The Intersection of Luxury and Extravagance (2)

  "Hilton Hotel." Father's lips curled up slightly with a faint smile, he faced the hotel entrance, his face beaming with happiness, "Nuan Nuan is waiting for us, tonight we three will have dinner together."

  I involuntarily stopped in my tracks, feeling a bit at a loss. I knew that the person I would be facing inside was his second wife, and my identity was as the child of him and his first wife. How could I possibly cover up this awkwardness? The best solution seemed to be not going in, leaving, getting out of there. Suddenly, I had the urge to flee.

  "Vivi?" My trembling legs felt as if they were rooted to the ground, I dodged eye contact and followed Father's lead as he pulled me towards the main hall. I still kept my head down, but the warmth from his hand was comforting. At that time, I was only up to Father's knee, my small hands tightly grasping his large ones, the palms a bit rough, but very warm and reassuring.

  "Vivian, what's wrong?"

  My frequent daydreaming caught my father's attention, and after some hesitation in my heart, I forced a smile onto my face. Before I could even say half a sentence, a beautiful woman stood up from her seat and walked towards me. My father, who had been holding my hand, let go of it and opened his arms to hug the woman in front of him. My throat was dry, and I croaked out a greeting under her inquiring gaze, "Auntie... hello!"

  "Hello!" The other person left his father's arms and looked at me with a smile, "You must be Vivian."

  I nodded and suppressed the illusion just now, "Yes."

  "Guo Zong, your daughter is lovely!" Originally, the curious eyes like a small deer were like this, and I was like a haha mirror of the big world. She kept sizing me up from top to bottom. Another illusion came, and in her harmless eyes, there was only a flash of hostility, very intense hostility, but when I turned my eyes back to hers, I couldn't detect anything again. She was still like a teenage girl, happily pulling my hand, choosing the seat next to hers for me, and then sat down across from her father, chatting casually with each other.

  Luckily, I had a bottle of orange juice in my hand, so I gently bit the straw and slowly sucked the juice from the bottle. Then, I froze, neither swallowing nor inhaling, and listened to their conversation with an ear tilted to the side. The conversation between husband and wife was like this: the father completely doted on his wife's coquettishness, even taking out a thick wad of cash from his wallet and handing it over to her. I was taken aback, watching their conversation as if no one else was around.

  "By the way, Vivian what dessert would you like?"

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