Yun Xuan bit her lip and went to his side. "But you look so scary, what if you infect me with your bad mood?" she joked, although her legs were really urging her to take off.

When she said that, the man's gaze notably turned darker before he laughed and turned gentle. Before, Yun Xuan would have thought he looked loving but right know all she saw was a homicidal maniac straight from hell. Even his laugh sounded like that from the devil himself.

Still, she held on and went over to hug him briefly before she made an excuse and fled into her room.

She looked around her room which she had loved for eighteen years and her heart sunk. In the end, she could not stay much longer. It did not matter to her that she would trigger General Yun anymore. It was already good enough that she wasn't venting her anger on him.

She took a deep breath and started searching for something. The main reason she had come here was to tell Old two about her dinner party, and to take the household register.

She remembered keeping it in her room. How come she couldn't find it now?

She rummaged through the bedside drawer, among all her documents and couldn't find it anywhere. She scratched her head and took out a purple little box from her closet.

She had kept this little box ever since entering the Yun family mansion as a child. It contained her precious memories.

Maybe she had kept that little booklet in here?

Indeed, she had not. The first thing she found was a photo of her seven year old self in her school uniform. General Yun was holding her hand.

When she was brought in by Madam Yun, she had taken a while to get used to him. This was their first photo together.

Her father was such a loving person. She could feel it even from such a lifeless object as a picture. What had changed?

Yun Xuan pushed those thoughts off her mind and closed the purple box. She left her room and went to the study room.

It was possible that she had kept it in the safe in the study room and forgotten about it.

However, she searched for three whole hours, disorganizing all the books and documents. She started arranging them back neatly. Just when she was done, she heard a voice at the door. "Looking for this?"

Yun Xuan felt chills running down her spine. She turned robotically. General Yun stood there, leaning on the door frame with the statement "keep wasting your time" dangling in his eyes. His left hand was slightly raised and between his evil fingers was a red booklet.

Yes, she was looking for that.

She calmed her nerves and acted cute. "Yes. Dad always knows me best. You even know what I'm looking for. Where did you find it?"

The man seemed to buy her fake closeness. "In your room."

He had taken it from her room in her absence? How shameless. She continued putting on a cute act. "But I turned my room upside down and couldn't find it? Your eyesight is better than mine."

"I took it before you came." he said with a face devoid of expression.

"Why?" she asked, although she could somehow guess the answer.

As expected, his answer was within her prediction. "Xuanxuan, can you not marry that man?"

Yun Xuan almost coughed out blood. "How did you know I was planning to get married?" she pretended to be curious.

The man narrowed his eyes at her, feigning a pained expression. "Don't I know my daughter the most? You have been staying with him so much that you don't even have time to reply your father's messages. Shouldn't a father be able to guess what is going on?"

Hearing that ridiculous explanation, Yun Xuan scolded herself billions of times internally. How had she not ever known that her father was such an actor? The oscars owed him an award.

Huh, since they were both acting, why not continue acting? She wanted to know what he was really thinking.

"Dad, I indeed like Tyler and want to be his wife, but what do you have against him? You hated him from the day I brought him home."

General Yun seemed to have exoected this question. He gave an answer he had prepared for a long time. "Xuanxuan, Daddy just wants to make sure you marry the right person. While that man might be nice and capable, he's not as capable as Lu Aotian."

"Dad, you can't compare every man to Lu Aotian. Not everyone is able to take over a family business at a young age and advance it to such scary heights." she protested. Although it was almost every woman's dream to marry a man like Lu Aotian, he was not her type.

That man was too powerful, too intelligent, too cold and too perfect for her. Although Wan Jia always said he was warm and protective towards her, she thought her friend was lying. How can such a man be described as warm? With that pair of black scary eyes? Let's not mention how even his martial arts was terrifying. She had only seen him in action once and he had almost scared the life out of her. Thinking about it made her body shiver.

Indeed, such men only needed cheeky little girls like Wan Jia to tease that coldness out of them.