Chapter 3: She Would Never Have a Home Again

The servant’s silence only deepened her fear, already anxious that she would be abandoned. “I want my uncle…” she stammered, getting up nervously from the sofa, clutching her lollipop tightly as she bolted out of the room.

“Miss Lin, wait! Mr. Lin is speaking with the master right now, you mustn’t wander off!” The servant finally realized what was happening and hurried after her.

But Lin Nanxun could not hear them; panic consumed her as she searched anxiously around the unfamiliar house. After a while, she finally reached the entrance. At that moment, the car that had been parked outside was already pulling away, rolling slowly towards the gate.

Her heart clenched. She ran after it, heedless of the rain pouring down outside. In her eyes, there was only that car, leaving her behind.

Her uncle was leaving.

He didn’t want her anymore.

The thought made her even more desperate. Gritting her teeth, she threw herself forward with all her might. “Uncle! Uncle!” she cried out as she ran, her voice cracking with each step.

The rain soaked her hair, icy drops tracing down her neck and seeping into her clothes, sending chills deep into her bones, but still she dared not stop. She was terrified that her uncle truly meant to abandon her.

But no matter how hard she tried, the car did not stop. It simply disappeared into the distance, indifferent to her pleas.

With a dull thud, Lin Nanxun’s strength gave out. Her legs buckled, and she collapsed onto the wet road.

Her knees throbbed with pain, cold rain blurring her vision, but she kept her gaze fixed ahead, watching the receding glow of the taillights disappear into the night.

“Uncle…” she whispered in despair, sprawled on the ground like an abandoned kitten, letting the cold rain fall relentlessly on her small body.

Her uncle was a liar.

He had promised to take her home.

Now her grandfather was gone, and her uncle was leaving her too.

She would never have a home again.

Not far away, she heard the hurried voices of the servants.

“Miss Lin, don’t run off! It’s dangerous here!”

Lin Nanxun lay motionless, her eyes fixed on the direction where her uncle had vanished. The biting cold and the throbbing in her head made her eyelids tremble uncontrollably.

She was so dizzy…

Just then, a black sedan glided towards her from the direction of the villa, coming to a gentle stop at her side.

“Sir,” the servant’s voice sounded.

A car door opened, and a man stepped out, sheltering himself with a jet-black umbrella. The umbrella concealed his face, revealing only a long, powerful hand wrapped around the dark handle.

Black leather shoes pressed calmly into the rain-soaked ground as he strode steadily to where the girl was lying.

He glanced down, his gaze sweeping over the bedraggled, thoroughly drenched girl at his feet.

The sudden appearance of those black shoes startled Lin Nanxun. She wanted to lift her head to see who it was, but her body had nothing left to give.

As she slowly slipped into unconsciousness, the man with the black umbrella knelt on one knee beside her, lowering his gaze to her.

In that fleeting moment, as her eyes fluttered shut, she caught a glimpse of a strikingly handsome face.

The rain continued to pour.

The man’s deep, obsidian eyes looked down at the girl, betraying no emotion.

“She seems to have fainted,” the servant observed.

At that, the man abruptly straightened, stepping back with crisp, decisive steps.