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A Lifetime With You

While attending his brother's funeral, Neil Mo noticed the little girl, sitting quietly alone with both hands hugging her knees tightly. The little girl had only lost both her parents. But in a room was full of people, no one seemed to pay attention to her. --- "Grandma, I don't want to live away from my daddy and mommy... I know that I won't get to see them again... What if I miss them?" her words were a bit incoherent as she forced back her sobs. Seeing the little girl, he felt something tugged on his heart. "Hazel," Neil spoke after a while. "If you don't want to live in the countryside with grandma, then would you like to live with me?" --- After losing his younger brother in an accident, the President of the MH group, Neil Mo, decided to look after his five years old niece. Who knew that looking after a child could be difficult than securing a business deal! Noticing that his niece was particularly close to her kindergarten teacher, Neil then offered her a job as a babysitter. "But, President Mo, what do you mean by living together?" --- Cover illustration: Kirinlukis --- Author Note: This story is written to participate in WPC, with 'single parent' as the theme. The story is slow-paced at the beginning, but if you read carefully, there will be hints on what will happen after. The middle part will get a bit fluffier, and there's going to be some action as well. Shared universe with: 1. Loving You Too Much 2. True Love and Other Lies 3. You're My Only Star 4. The Dragon Beside Me 5. Love So Sweet 6. Commander Qi's Runaway Wife 7. The Wedding Planner's Romance

zetsubouaichan · Urban
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Grandpa, You're the First

The stars were glittering in the night sky. 

In one of the low-cost apartments in A City, A group of men was scattered in the living room. Some were sitting on the sofa, some were on the floor and then, another was sleeping on the portable mattress.

There were empty food containers and canned drinks and bottles were scattered on the coffee table and the sounds of chatting were heard in the room.

Mike Qian sat at the corner of the room with his friend, George Bei beside him. At this time, his phone on the coffee table buzzed. Mike glanced at the screen, stood up, and walked over to the door.

"Where are you going?" George asked, surprised to see that his friend had suddenly wanted to leave without saying anything.

Mike shook the phone in his hand. "I have an important call to make."

George glanced at the clock and frowned. "It's almost midnight."