Arf, Arf, Arf…

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

The man abruptly popped his head out of the window, his gaze following closely the horse carriage, which had gone far away.

D*mn it, I must be possessed if my heart is fluttering for another woman! I deserve the death penalty!

Bam! He thumped his fist hard against the windowsill in a fit of rage.

I must be missing my Baby Ruo so badly that I've started to mistake other women for her. Yes, that must be it!

“Your meal is ready, sir.” He heard Bo Yu calling for him.

Now that Mo Jiangye had started having meals, the a.s.sistant wanted to seize this chance to make him eat more.

He turned around gloomily and walked away from the window. “Did you manage to find any information on what I told you to investigate?”

“Yes, it's all done. Bo Jinyan indeed has Young Madam in his hands, but his residence is being heavily guarded, so it's nearly impossible for us to make our way in.”

His eyes narrowed into dangerous, thin slits. His place is heavily guarded? I'll blast that G.o.dd*mn place if he refuses to hand over my woman.

“Sir, you should focus on eating more first. Only by keeping your energy reserve up will you be able to find her sooner.”

“Just scram out of the way!”

A faint fragrance wafted toward Ye Erruo amid the gentle breeze.

The endless sea of flowers was just as beautiful as ever.

Arf, arf… Aby excitedly hopped off the horse carriage, dancing and barking in joy around her legs.

Not far away from them was a flower dome she had not visited in a long time. Its presence made her heart start racing with excitement.

According to Brother Jinyan, she had just recovered from a major illness that had caused her to suffer from amnesia. The only things she knew were that she had once spent an enjoyable time with him—her fiancé—at this place and that she and her older brother were orphans…

The flower dome contained furniture, including three little floral chairs, a kennel, a table with many sketchbooks on it, an easel, a piano, a violin, and a harmonica.

The walls were filled with oil and watercolor paintings that she and Brother Jinyan had made.

Back then, she had been a lazy little girl who would always pester the older boy to piggyback her for a long distance every day.

Not a single thing about this place had changed. Everything looked just about the same as she recalled.

Still, a nagging sense of emptiness constantly ate at her. She somehow had the feeling that something was missing.

The young lady spent the entire day in the flower dome with Aby obediently trailing at her heels and going wherever she went.

“Don't worry, Young Master. The Princess is right here.” Approaching footsteps could be heard from outside.

Is that Brother Jinyan?

Her eyes lit up in delight as she hastily dashed for the door.

“Ruoruo.”

“You're back, Brother Jinyan!”

Bo Jinyan's heart calmed down as soon as he saw that the woman was safe and sound.

“Let's go back together. The Royal Palace is holding a party today, so it'll be very fun and lively there.”

She nodded obediently. “Okay!”

Just as he extended his hand to take hers…

Awooo… Aby started howling all of a sudden before it nimbly jumped in the woman's embrace.

She hastily wrapped her arms around it, holding it tight.

The veins on the man's forehead were visibly bulging and ticking.

This little brat is fighting with me over my fiancée's affection again?

Awooo… The dog burrowed its head into her arms, thus showing the man, who it was still obviously mad at, its furry little b.u.t.t instead.

Hmph! You deserve this for not showing me care and concern previously, not giving me food, not coaxing me, las.h.i.+ng out at me, and even disallowing me to see my mommy!

I'm not gonna let you hug or hold mommy's hands!

Mommy belongs only to me!

“What's wrong?” Ye Erruo shot Bo Jinyan a baffled look when she noticed that he remained frozen in place.

“Nothing. Let's get going now.” He approached her and gently put an arm over her shoulders as he closed the door behind them.

Awoooo… Aby started howling as it stared at the arm on its mommy's shoulders in displeasure.

Don't you touch her! Don't you touch her!

In fact, the little mutt was so upset that it even smacked his arm away with its fleshy paws.

This made the woman crack up. “That's enough, Aby. Stop fooling around.”

Bark! You are not allowed to touch her!