Treasure Hunt: Tycoon's Priceless Runaway Wife-Chapter 733 - 731: She Has Finally Grown Up!

Nuonuo’s pleading ultimately could not change Little Treasure’s decision.

A week later, amidst the reluctant farewells of his family, Little Treasure embarked on a new journey in his life.

Walking alone with his luggage through the gate, the ever-strong Little Treasure found himself without the courage to look back even once.

He was afraid that if he turned and saw Nuonuo’s tearful face, he would run back to her side impulsively and then never want to leave her again.

Nuonuo’s sobs and calls gradually faded into the noisy crowd.

The plane took off slowly, and Little Treasure watched as the city he had lived in for over a decade gradually disappeared from view. It wasn’t until he could see no trace of it at all that he slowly closed his eyes and leaned heavily back into his seat.

The future felt as dark as the sensation behind his closed eyes at that moment.

The decision to leave was actually just a fleeting thought, yet he quickly made up his mind. For this idea, he prepared for over half a year.

Just for this moment of "nonchalant" departure.

If, from the moment he picked up Nuonuo in the woods, their life trajectories overlapped, then this was the first fork in the road after nearly twelve years of intertwined paths.

At this moment, Little Treasure didn’t want to think about what kind of encounter awaited him three years later.

Would there be a new relationship he had longed for crossing paths with Nuonuo’s life once again, or from then on, would they continue parallel as siblings for a lifetime?

Affairs of the heart have always been mutual. Since she has not yet understood how to correctly position her feelings, Little Treasure was willing to force himself to leave.

However, who can guarantee that when he returns in three years, she will place him in the position he hopes to see?

Little Treasure did have these concerns and fears. However, his strong self-respect and his persistent love for Nuonuo wouldn’t allow any selfishness on his part.

Little Treasure slowly opened his eyes, and all the gloom and darkness shattered into dazzling light the moment his eyelids lifted.

Outside the window, the sky was bright and clear, and Little Treasure squinted against the glare, feeling a sense of clarity in his heart.

Since he decided to leave, he should do so freely. Perhaps, on the day he returns in three years, he will no longer see his sister Nuonuo, but instead, the girl he loves—Ji Sihan!

...

Three years later.

A tall, lean, and handsome young man angrily pushed open the wooden gate, and as soon as he stepped into the yard, a roar echoed throughout the Ji Family.

"Ji Sihan!"

However, his roar received no response.

Meanwhile, from the car that had just stopped outside the yard, a pair of long, straight legs calmly stepped out, followed by a youthful face that bore a good resemblance to the young man.

A tall man, dressed in a dark blue casual shirt and black slacks, stood in front of the fence, his sleeves casually rolled up to his elbows, one arm naturally draped over the wooden fence. His upright posture and overwhelming presence easily made people mistake him for a popular star.

The man’s dashing features were bathed in a layer of golden light from the slanting sun as he shielded his eyes with his hand, squinting slightly as he looked at the familiar house he had left three years ago, his gaze deep and inscrutable, pondering something unknown.

The young man returned, standing quietly for a moment before the silent and enigmatic man, then bent down to pick up the backpack the man had casually thrown on the ground.

"Brother, come in, don’t mind Sister, she’s taken off somewhere! We were supposed to pick you up together..."

The young man’s tone carried a hint of grievance and dissatisfaction, which provoked the tall man to tug at his cheek and laugh.

"Little Treasure, it’s been three years, why are you still acting like a child?"

The young man stood straight, about halfway up the man’s ear, though his build was leaner. Unlike the man’s youthful appearance with an unexpectedly mature demeanor, he carried the unruliness and brashness typical of his age.

"I am a child. I’m not like you, making yourself into an old man at such a young age." He sneered disdainfully and snorted.

The man chuckled, amused, and patted his head gently, "Little Treasure, your Brother Dabao, at the ’tender age’ of twenty, won’t let you off if you call me an old man!"

"If you’re not an old man, why run away? The Ji Family doesn’t need your stinkin’ PhD!"

The young man’s face was full of anger; evidently, he had harbored this resentment for three years, and it had not yet dissipated.

The man raised his hand and tousled his hair forcefully, "Brother left when I was still young, to see more and travel while Dad and Mom haven’t retired yet."

This reason, the man had given to the young man and another young girl many times, yet the two younger ones never bought it.

"Tsk, even Sister doesn’t believe that silly excuse, and you want to fool me?"

The young man mercilessly exposed his lie, carrying his backpack as they walked side by side to the house entrance.

The young man pushed open the door, just in time to see a tall young girl with tousled hair looking groggy as she walked out of the bedroom.

"What’s with the noise? Can’t a person sleep?" The girl grumbled impatiently, her eyes not even glancing at the young man and the man entering the door. She headed straight to the fridge, took out a bottle of ice water, and poured herself a large glass, guzzling it down in big gulps.

The man imagined countless reunion scenarios, but none were as unacceptable as the one before him.

He stared in a daze at the girl’s back. She wore a homey tank top and short skirt, her shoulder-length curls draping casually. Though he couldn’t see her neck, he could see her white shoulders and graceful arms. From the back, she had grown considerably, from the little girl she used to be to a standard young lady.

With one hand, she held the fridge door, the other a glass, with two long, pale legs jutting out from beneath her skirt, her bare and tender feet stepping on the camel-colored carpet...

The man gazed deeply at that unfamiliar back, thinking only one thing: she had finally grown up!

The young man glanced back at the man standing silently behind him, nudging him with his elbow, "Brother, don’t mind her, she’s pretending to be crazy, probably still mad at you!"

The man forcibly pulled his mysterious gaze away from the girl, landing it on the young man’s face, and smiled faintly, "Aren’t you still mad at me too?"

The man’s smile carried a hint of helplessness. It seemed he had spoiled these two little ones too much, to the point where their anger lasted for three years.

Perhaps they thought that as long as they stayed mad, their Brother Dabao would abandon all resolve and immediately fly back from the other side of the world, back to their side.