PFC Chapter 27 Father and Daughter Embrace
Chapter 27 Father and Daughter Embrace
The atmosphere in the Prime Minister's residence was heavy. Lin Zhenxuan sat in the center of the hall, his posture slightly hunched, his brows furrowed, and his face full of worry. He stared blankly ahead, muttering to himself, "Qianqian, my daughter, where are you? Have you met with misfortune?" His voice was full of anxiety and worry, as if he were shrouded in endless sorrow.
Aunt Liu and Lin Yueyue exchanged a glance, a subtle look between them, before quickly stepping forward.
Aunt Liu gently tugged at Lin Zhenxuan's sleeve and said insincerely, "Master, please don't worry too much. Qianqian is a lucky person and will surely return safely. Perhaps she is on her way back to the manor right now."
Lin Yueyue chimed in, her voice soft yet tinged with schadenfreude: "Yes, Father. My sister is so clever, she'll be fine. If you worry like this and hurt yourself, it will break our hearts." As she spoke, she gently wiped her eyes, which were dry, with a handkerchief, her gaze occasionally drifting towards Lin Zhenxuan, observing his reaction.
Lin Zhenxuan slightly raised his head, looked at Aunt Liu and Lin Yueyue, his eyes filled with gratitude, yet he couldn't hide his unease. "I hope so. Qianqian has been missing for many days without a word. How can I not worry? If anything happens to her, how can I, as her father, face her deceased mother?" After speaking, he sighed deeply, the sigh seemingly filling the entire hall, making the already oppressive atmosphere even heavier.
Seeing Lin Zhenxuan's state, Aunt Liu and Lin Yueyue exchanged a glance, a barely perceptible smug glint in their eyes. They secretly calculated that if something were to happen to Lin Qianqian, the future of the Prime Minister's residence would be drastically different. However, on the surface, they maintained a worried and concerned demeanor, continuing to offer words of comfort to Lin Zhenxuan, though their words sounded particularly hollow in the silent hall.
Before long, Aunt Liu stood there blankly, her eyes vacant, as if frozen in place. Her body trembled slightly, and her former pretense cracked in that instant.
Lin Yueyue, puzzled by her mother's strange behavior, scratched her head and asked, "Mom, what's wrong?"
Aunt Liu's eyes were flustered. She glanced at her hastily, her lips trembled, and her face showed difficulty. Her finger subconsciously pointed towards the door.
Lin Yueyue was completely puzzled. She looked in the direction the woman was pointing and immediately turned pale with fright. Her voice became shrill: "Lin...Lin Qianqian!"
Lin Xiaoqian stood tall and straight outside the hall, the afternoon sun shining on her, outlining a resolute silhouette. Xiaodie held her tightly beside her, as if she were her solid support.
Upon hearing this, Lin Zhenxuan turned around abruptly. When he saw his daughter's familiar face, which he hadn't seen for a long time, his eyes instantly welled up with tears, which streamed down his cheeks and dripped onto his clothes.
The worries and longing of the past few days burst forth like a flood. "Qianqian, my daughter, it really is you!" His voice trembled with surprise, and he staggered as he stood up, eagerly walking towards Lin Xiaoqian, wanting to confirm that the person before him was not an illusion.
Lin Zhenxuan strode to Lin Xiaoqian, his cloudy eyes filled with love and tenderness. He reached out his hand, trembling with excitement, and slowly approached Lin Xiaoqian, as if handling the most precious treasure in the world, gently, gently wanting to stroke her cheek, as if only such a real touch could confirm that his daughter had truly returned safely.
Looking at her father's weathered yet caring face, Lin Xiaoqian felt a mix of emotions. Tears welled up and streamed down her face. She choked back sobs, her voice filled with endless longing and sorrow, and called out, "Father!" before throwing herself into Lin Zhenxuan's arms and hugging him tightly.
Lin Zhenxuan hugged his daughter tightly, his arms trembling slightly, as if trying to meld her into his very bones to dispel the worry and fear of the past few days. He rested his chin gently on the top of Lin Xiaoqian's head, murmuring, "It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back. My Qianqian, you've worried your father so much."
The father and daughter embraced in the hall, and everything around them seemed to stand still. Only the deep affection between them filled the air, making Aunt Liu and Lin Yueyue, who were standing nearby, feel out of place. Their fake smiles froze at that moment, and they didn't know how to deal with this sudden scene of tenderness.