The Reborn Aristocrat’s Daughter

15: Chapter 15 Godfather (1)_1 15: Chapter 15 Godfather (1)_1 Situ Xin didn’t pay much attention to the gifts from the several Old Masters that followed; her entire mind was tangled up with the Phoenix Jade Pendant from Elder Yu and the Gold Longevity Lock from Old Master Zhang.

The way Situ Xin’s little hand clung to the Phoenix Jade Pendant and Gold Longevity Lock made these Old Masters think she really liked these two items.

The other Old Masters at her side said Situ Xin had good taste.

Just as Situ Xin was still caught up in her dilemma, her mother Loo Yaxin came over to hold her.

“Dad, give Baby to me.

I’ll take her to meet her godfather.” “Godfather?” Old Master Loo hadn’t spoken yet when Old Master Situ opened his mouth first, “When did our Baby get a godfather?” Old Master Situ certainly wasn’t happy, as it was already enough to have so many at home vying for his granddaughter’s affection.

And now there was suddenly a godfather on scene.

And Situ Xin was also drawn back from her thoughts by her mother mentioning a godfather, puzzled as she hadn’t heard her mother say anything about having a godfather.

Situ Xin again forgot how little she was, how recently she had been born; why would the adults discuss such things with her, an infant?

“Dad, don’t worry.

This was decided before Xinxin was born, and Haotian knew about it too,” Loo Yaxin said calmly to Old Master Situ, well aware of her father-in-law’s impetuous temper and how to handle him—the more you rush him, the worse it gets.

“Who wants to be my dear granddaughter’s godfather, Yaxin?

If the person is not good, I won’t agree to it,” said Old Master Situ, a bit upset by Loo Yaxin’s words but without rejecting the idea outright as before.

“It’s Xinjie.” After Loo Yaxin said the name, Old Master Situ furrowed his brow, but he said no more.

“Alright, you hold Baby.

But you must take good care of her.” Not having spoken yet, Old Master Loo chimed in first, while Situ Xin was filled with curiosity about this “Xinjie” her mother mentioned, enough to provoke such a reaction from Old Master Situ after hearing the name.

“So this is Xinxin, she really is beautiful.

Come, let godfather hold you.” While Situ Xin was still wondering who “Xinjie” was, she heard a deep male voice and then felt herself being passed into a different embrace.

Situ Xin opened her eyes and looked at the man claiming to be her godfather who held her.

This man was nothing like her father Situ Haoran; he was a very refined and scholarly man.

Zhang Xinjie looked at the beautiful little infant in his arms, her big eyes gazing at him as if sizing him up, and a soft spot in his heart melted.

The more he looked at Situ Xin, the more he liked her, “Here, Xinxin.

This is a present from godfather.

Do you like it?” Zhang Xinjie carefully held Situ Xin with one hand while, with the other, he took out a brocade box from his bag.

“Xinjie, it’s enough that you are here; you didn’t need to buy a gift for Xinxin,” Loo Yaxin interjected upon seeing the brocade box in Zhang Xinjie’s hand.

“Hmph, he acknowledges our daughter as his goddaughter; he can’t get off cheaply,” Situ Haotian said irritably, even though he had personally agreed to the godparent relationship at the time.

At that time, he had thought that he and Yaxin indebted to him, which led to agreeing to his request.

But today, seeing Zhang Xinjie holding his daughter made him reluctant.

“Haotian, you—” Loo Yaxin glared sternly at Situ Haotian.

“Xinjie, don’t take it to heart.” “It’s okay, I can understand Haotian’s feelings,” Zhang Xinjie himself was not affected by Situ Haotian’s remarks.

Situ Xin nestled in Zhang Xinjie’s arms, watching the interaction between the three of them.

Situ Xin felt that the relationship between these three people was complex, but exactly why it was complex required further investigation and verification by Situ Xin.

In the end, Loo Yaxin still accepted the gift that Zhang Xinjie had brought for Situ Xin.

Since today was Situ Xin’s full moon celebration, as her parents, Loo Yaxin and Situ Haotian needed to entertain guests.

Originally, Loo Yaxin had planned to carry Situ Xin with her, but she was stopped by Zhang Xinjie, who said that he rarely came back, so he wanted to spend more time with his goddaughter.

As soon as Zhang Xinjie spoke up, Situ Haotian, who had been slightly reluctant, instantly lost any objection, and Loo Yaxin had even less reason to oppose it.

While Zhang Xinjie was amusing Situ Xin, a voice sounded, “Xinjie, you’re here and didn’t come to see us mother and daughter?” Hearing this, Zhang Xinjie turned around while holding Situ Xin.

Situ Xin could now see the speaker, a rather glamorous woman, with a little girl of about three years old beside her.

When the little girl saw Zhang Xinjie, she timidly called out, “Daddy.” Zhang Xinjie replied indifferently, “Yep,” and that was the end of that conversation.

“Xinjie, whose baby is that you’re holding?” Situ Xin heard the woman’s mocking tone.

“This is my goddaughter; today is her full moon celebration.” Zhang Xinjie didn’t outright clarify whose child Situ Xin was, but indirectly, he informed the woman about Situ Xin’s identity.

And when Zhang Xinjie indirectly revealed whose child Situ Xin was, Situ Xin felt the woman’s gaze on her shift suddenly, turning malicious.

Although it was only for an instant, Situ Xin caught it.

Situ Xin wondered, this woman sounded like her godfather’s wife, but it seemed that their marital relationship wasn’t great.

Moreover, this woman seemed to harbor some hatred towards Situ Xin’s family, otherwise, why would she look at her with such eyes upon hearing her true identity, “Oh, so you are Yaxin’s daughter.

Very pretty.

Let me hold you too.” Saying this, the woman stretched out her hand to snatch Situ Xin from Zhang Xinjie’s arms.

But as soon as the woman’s hand touched her, Situ Xin burst into a loud cry, the loudest one since her birth.

The sound of Situ Xin’s crying startled Zhang Xinjie and even the woman who had reached out to hold Situ Xin.

Zhang Xinjie hurriedly soothed Situ Xin in his arms and then glared fiercely at the woman: “Lv Yan, what have you done to Xinxin to make her cry like this?” “I, I didn’t do anything,” Lv Yan replied, feeling both annoyed and resentful.

How could she not have expected that Loo Yaxin’s daughter would be just like her, not getting along with her.

Looking at the inconsolable Situ Xin, Lv Yan thought maliciously, “Cry, I’ll make you cry, opposing me; humph, we’ll see how I deal with you in the future.”