One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire's Sweet Love Chapter 4770 Never Too Late to Love (177)

Mu Yueyao strode directly into the bathroom. Prior to her entry, the man had already gone inside and considerately filled the tub. A vibrant rainbow-colored bath bomb sat at the edge. He had clearly instructed someone to prepare it.

Deeply moved, Mu Yueyao reflected on how much her father truly pampered her.

She dropped the bath ball into the tub, where it floated playfully in the water. Moments later, fizzing began. Right then, a rainbow trail followed it, filling the entire bathtub with a refreshing scent.

After a brief pause, she stripped down, slipped into the tub, and immersed herself fully. Reclining back, she closed her eyes blissfully.

She adored baths above all. During one, her body felt completely at ease, and her mind ceased its restless drifting. Yet at that instant, countless thoughts overwhelmed her.

She dwelled on her own idiocy, her utter foolishness. For years, she'd acted like a complete fool, desperately pursuing a fleeting light forever out of reach.

Mu Yueyao inhaled a deep, moist breath of steam and nearly choked. Spreading her arms, she let her whole body unwind. Still, tears brimmed in her eyes once more. Release brought solace, yet carried an unfathomable bitterness. If letting go were so straightforward, the agony wouldn't persist so intensely.

"Just move on!" Mu Yueyao ladled water and softly cupped her face. "Let it go. Don't think about it anymore."

Muttering those words to herself, she sank even deeper into the bathtub.

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"Young Miss, I've placed your clothes here for you. They've been washed and pressed."

The room service staff carefully set a stack of clothes on the stool.

The garments from yesterday reeked of booze and were no longer wearable. Thus, Mu Yazhe had the hotel manager buy a fresh set personally. After washing and pressing, they were delivered straight to Yueyao.

In her bathrobe, the girl picked up the clothes. She asked hesitantly, "Where's Daddy?"

"CEO Mu is waiting for you at the clubhouse."

"Alright, you may leave then. I'm going to change."

"Yes, Young Miss. If you need anything else, please feel free to let me know."

"Okay."

Once the staff departed, Mu Yueyao slipped into the new clothes casually.

Typically fussy about her outfits, she'd been indulging wildly since returning from Hong Kong—singing, drinking, reveling nonstop. Even she sensed her life had grown stale. But as her father promised, a steaming bath revived it all. She felt sorted out now.

Dressed and ready, Mu Yueyao entered the clubhouse. Mu Yazhe sat on the sofa, surrounded by executives nursing their coffee. Upon seeing him, they rushed forward with servile greetings.

The man remained coolly detached.

What else did these men desire? Always harping on the usual topics. Since handing over most Shengyu Group duties to his son, Mu Yazhe couldn't muster interest. He preferred steering clear of them.

Spotting Mu Yueyao at once, he promptly inquired, "Are you done?"

"Uh huh!"

Mu Yueyao sidled up to him and urged, "Daddy, let's go home!"

Learning of their exit, the two men traded glances. However urgent their pleas, they could only bob their heads and watch the father-daughter pair depart.