The Female Assassin Pretends to Be a Lamb in the Campus

Chapter 405

Lin Guli: "My daughter, she was stolen away, just after she was born. My wife..." Lin Guli gently shook his head.

He lightly touched the leaves of the orchid with his fingertips, the slender leaves swayed silently as they moved.

Shaking his head, what does that mean? She shouldn't have died, otherwise Lin Guli wouldn't say he was looking for his wife and daughter.

But after so many years, it's hard to say whether she is still alive or not. Otherwise, with the power of the uncle and nephew of Lin Guli's and Lin Cheng's parents' families, how could it be so difficult to find them.

Qiao Ying rarely showed great compassion: "Lin Cheng only gave me one set of DNA, isn't there another set?"

Lin Guli: "I don't have my wife's."

He added: "Any information."

Qiao Ying: "Photos?"

Lin Guli shook his head again, there were none.

He stared blankly at the orchid in front of him.

Qiao Ying asked the question, which was rare for her: "Name?"

This time Lin Guli didn't shake his head or speak, he just stopped reacting. It looked like he probably didn't know that either.

With such deep feelings, and they had a child together, yet he didn't even know her name, this kind of situation was truly rare and special.

Qiao Ying thought: So mysterious, could it be related to her occupation, is she an assassin? Considering everything, the latter seems more likely.

The woman of a distinguished prince would naturally not be ordinary.

Lin Guli adjusted his mood by himself, bitterly laughing: "You might not believe it, but I've only seen my wife a few times."

Qiao Ying: "I thought it was a one night stand."

Lin Guli laughed in spite of himself. He raised his hand and pretended to pinch his temple.

He took the chance to wipe away the wetness in the corners of his eyes, and then looked at Qiao Ying.

He said longingly: "My wife was also very straightforward, frank, and often able to astonish people. Occasionally she was even a little mischievous."

Qiao Ying looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"You two are very similar in personality and way of speaking. You make me feel close. I hope my words don't offend you."

Qiao Ying: "This is the first time someone said I'm intimate."

Lin Guli apologized politely: "Sorry, I just miss my daughter too much."

When it came to his daughter, Lin Guli's eyes darkened again.

"When she grows up, she should look like her mother."

Lin Guli imagined: "Her mother's looks, her mother's personality, if she is still alive..."

Sadness consumed him, he had nowhere to find solace.

For more than twenty years, he had been fighting alone.

Qiao Ying was still here. Lin Guli silently put away his grief and changed the subject. He smiled at Qiao Ying, his eyes full of affection.

"Are you going to go back to Hua Country to be with your family for the new year? Or would you rather stay here with Lin Cheng?" Of course Lin Guli hoped that Qiao Ying would stay here longer to accompany Lin Cheng.

But she was a girl, if she didn't go home for the new year, her parents would definitely worry.

"If you need to go back to Hua Country, don't worry about someone trying to take Lin Cheng away." Lin Guli assured her, "Or, let Lin Cheng go back with you for the new year."

Qiao Ying: "Haven't decided yet."

Lin Guli: "Lin Cheng is not good at expressing himself. For those close to him, he always puts himself second. Don't be fooled by his occasional coldness and lack of empathy, what he cares about most is those around him. He has lacked too much love..."

As Lin Guli was speaking,

Qiao Ying, who was sitting sideways facing the stairs, caught a figure coming down out of the corner of her eye. Qiao Ying glanced over indifferently, then withdrew her gaze.

Lin Guli, who had his back to the stairs, had not yet noticed the figure approaching behind him. He continued: "Can I ask you to love him well?"

Qiao Ying didn't even look at Qin Hanyue, who was standing not far behind Lin Guli. She readily agreed: "Of course."

Lin Guli said gratefully: "Thank you, child."

Qiao Ying: "It's what I should do."

Qin Hanyue, whose hands were tucked into his pockets, had already clenched his fists. He lowered his eyes, an unkind gaze falling on the top of Lin Guli's head.