Huo Ye’s Little Mute Is Rather Sweet

His surname was Huo. That single name was enough to make the city’s elite and powerful tremble with fear. It meant staggering wealth, an untouchable background, and the ability to make even the most troublesome problems disappear with a wave of the hand.

Huo Tingxiao, thirty-one, was the head of the Huo Group, having expanded the family business to an astonishing scale. As for Qiao Yan, her fate was written in her name: “Yan,” meaning detested. A mute girl who had grown up enduring beatings and disdain from her biological parents, she had been stripped of even the right to speak.

Until she was sent to Huo Tingxiao like an accessory, in exchange for a business deal.

At first, Huo Tingxiao only wanted to keep a quiet little canary. He would give her the finest food and clothes, and all she had to do was stay in her gilded cage without making a fuss. But as the days went by, that timid little mute who had once been afraid even to meet his eyes somehow began to frown at him.

She would gently set down her chopsticks if a dish did not suit her taste. When he came home late, she would wait curled up in a corner of the sofa, hugging a pillow. And when he occasionally spoke a little too harshly, she would look at him with reddened eyes. They shimmered with tears, as if she had suffered a terrible injustice, yet she never made a sound. She simply gazed at him in silence, softening his heart.

Huo Tingxiao had faced every kind of tough opponent in his life, but he was utterly helpless against those reddened eyes.

“Alright,” he sighed, pulling her into his arms and softening his voice. “I was wrong. Don’t cry.”

And so the dignified head of the Huo family willingly bowed his head to comfort his little girl.