From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 752: 384 Escape_2

Chapter 752: 384 Escape_2

Qu Feitai patted the little girl’s head: “Youran, Uncle didn’t do it on purpose.”

“I know, you fell in love with a girl, but Daddy won’t let you be together, so he locked you up. Daddy is so mean, Uncle, I support you.”

The little girl said indignantly.

Qu Feitai gave a bitter smile: “If only things were that simple.”

The little girl propped her cheeks with both hands, her bright eyes sparkling with intelligence and playfulness: “Uncle, tell me, is my future auntie very beautiful…?”

Qu Feitai was stunned, “Auntie?”

The little girl looked innocent: “Yes, Auntie…”

Qu Feitai covered her mouth: “Don’t talk nonsense.”

Qu Youran playfully blinked: “Uncle, your ears are red. You’re shy!”

Qu Feitai felt a bit helpless in front of his quirky little niece.

“Uncle, don’t worry, I’ll help you escape to see Auntie.” Qu Youran giggled behind her hand.

Suddenly, Qu Youran’s ears perked up, “Uncle, quickly lie down, Uncle Yun Mo is coming back.”

Qu Feitai immediately lay down and closed his eyes.

That night, the Qu household fell into a deep sleep.

The night watchman at the door leaned against the wall and snored loudly.

A shadow tiptoed over and took out a key to open the bedroom door: “Uncle, I’ve come to save you.”

Qu Feitai frowned: “Where did you get the key?”

“I secretly put Mom Li’s insomnia cure in Uncle Yun Mo’s water and stole the key from his room. Uncle, you need to leave quickly before you’re discovered.”

Qu Feitai felt a mix of emotions, “For whatever reason, stealing is wrong. Do you understand?”

“Uncle, I know I messed up, I’ll apologize to Uncle Yun Mo, but you need to hurry.”

Qu Feitai patted her head: “Thank you, Youran.”

Qu Feitai vanished into the night without looking back.

Qu Youran huddled her shoulders: “So cold~”

As she turned around, she was almost frightened to death.

“Daddy…”

Qu Lanting had been standing there for who knows how long, his face hidden in the dark, as Qu Youran shivered in fear.

But she mustered the courage to block the doorway, “Daddy, locking up Uncle is wrong, he has the right to pursue his happiness.”

Her biggest fear was Qu Lanting, but for her uncle’s sake, she couldn’t care about that now.

Qu Lanting gazed deeply at her: “Happiness? What do you know about happiness, child?”

Qu Youran proudly puffed out her chest: “Of course I know! Happiness is being with a beloved person, even if the whole world is against it, like Uncle…”

Qu Lanting shook his head, walked over, and patted her head: “It’s cold, go back to sleep.”

Qu Youran grabbed the hem of his clothes and looked up: “Will you lock up Uncle again when you catch him?”

“Those who can confine him can’t confine his heart; let him struggle.”

——

In Jingzhou, the early morning temperature was minus ten degrees or so, and Qu Feitai only wore a thin sweater. After a few steps, he lost all feeling due to the cold.

He had no time to worry about it, and ran desperately down the mountain. As he ran, his body started to sweat, and he no longer felt cold.

After walking for a long time, he finally saw a taxi. The driver stopped in front of him, and Qu Feitai saw a young couple sitting in the back seat, drunk, and the smell of alcohol wafted through the window.

Qu Feitai frowned, and the driver urged: “Get in quick, there won’t be any more cabs at this time of night. Wait any longer, and you’ll freeze to death.”

Qu Feitai reluctantly got into the passenger seat.

“Driver, take me to 18 Chunxi Road.”

That was a famous wealthy area. The driver couldn’t help but take a few more glances at him, though the dim night light made it difficult to see his face. He thought the voice sounded familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

In the back seat, a slightly tipsy girl heard the voice and mumbled: “It sounds like my idol’s voice…”

The boy was displeased and said: “I thought I was your idol?”

The girl sneered: “You? You can’t even compare to my idol Qu Feitai. You’re not even worthy of tying his shoes.”

Qu Feitai shrank back in his seat, staying silent.

The driver turned on the radio, and the warm, intellectual voice of the hostess soothed the souls of the late-night listeners.

“Good evening, dear night song listeners. I’m the hostess, Xiao Ya. Just now, we received a call from a listener whose college crush is getting married to someone else tomorrow. He wants to request Qu Feitai’s ‘White Robe,’ to dedicate to the girl he secretly loved, as a tribute to those bygone days of unrequited love…”