My Scheming Little Devil-Chapter 889 Regrets Too Late
In the midst of the drab rain, a tall and upright figure struggled with every step towards the doorway, despite the icy rain soaking through his body, numbing his hands and feet.
Yet, he continued to move forward, step by step, without any flinching or turning back, his footsteps more resolute than ever before, his determination unprecedented.
He had never felt that the villa, bought only for the convenience of his affairs, could be so warm; the welcoming glow of the lights, the cozy carpets, the inviting hall...
Most importantly, the warm family that awaited his return.
He looked up silently, observing through the floor-to-ceiling glass the three figures inside: a large and two small, his affectionate wife, and the two children whose blood he shared, yet of whom he had never known.
In an instant, the world had changed, and his sorrow was overwhelming.
He had made so many mistakes, missed out on so much!
At this moment, he had truly found home. His heart couldn’t contain the trembling of surprise and pain, yet his eyes grew misty, the cold rain blending with the warm tears streaming down his face, indistinguishable whether they were from the sky or his eyes. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂
The light from the hall shone out, hazily outlining that figure. Ye Lu was shocked as she widened her eyes—it was Third Young Master Jun.
She was utterly flabbergasted, scarcely believing the scene before her eyes.
What was this, drenched like a drowned rat? She had never seen this arrogantly proud man, who, even when wounded and bleeding, always held his head high with a rebellious gleam in his eyes, so destitute.
He seemed like a lone wolf lost in a storm!
"Quick, go open the door." Ye Lu’s heart softened; she just couldn’t bear to see a proud person so downfallen.
Ye Yuan looked at her silently for a moment, then went to open the door.
Third Young Master Jun walked in, bringing with him the icy breath of the rain. His whole body was soaked with rainwater, incessantly dripping from his body to the floor, forming puddles.
But his footsteps faltered, and as his feet, stiff from the freezing rain, bent, he half-kneeled before Ye Lu.
Ye Lu was startled, her face a mix of awkwardness. Although she knew he had just fallen accidentally, the sight of him kneeling before her—his usually imposing figure that had always pressured her—now so humble and bent at the knee, like a giant fallen, was shocking!
All this time, he had been high above her, an emperor controlling her every move, while she was a slave groveling on the ground, looking up to him.
Yet she hadn’t expected that one day, this emperor would kneel before her, and she, the slave, would look down upon him from a higher stance.
This feeling gave her a vengeful satisfaction of turning the tables, yet there was also a subtle... pain.
"Daddy, you’re all wet, why did you come back in the rain? You’ll freeze to death," the little girl exclaimed in surprise, worried as she saw his pale face.
Rain dripped from Third Young Master Jun’s chin to the floor as he slowly raised his head, his gaze piercing with deep pain as it swept across Ye Yuan and Ye Yi, finally resting on Ye Lu’s face.
"I have no regrets!" he said intently, looking into her eyes with a voice hoarse and pained, yet shaking with firmness.
Ye Lu looked at him strangely, what was this man talking about, suddenly spouting this inexplicable phrase, what did it mean?
"Has the rain frozen your brain? Why come back in the rain, are you even lucid?"
Ye Lu said, reaching out to pull him up with some annoyance.
But she was caught by his ice-cold palm, gripped so tightly as if in a vise, the immense strength and piercing coldness shocking her.
"I, Jun Huang, have never been so lucid in my life, so lucid that I can hardly forgive myself!" The depths of his eyes held a thick sorrow, like a heavy iceberg, suffocatingly oppressive.
