Chapter 501: Chapter 501: Dusty Past Events of Many Years
The long-buried past finally slipped out without much difficulty.
Youlin perhaps always thought she was unaware of Ajun’s death being related to him, but that wasn’t true—she knew everything.
She acknowledged Youlin was good to her, yet… he also caused Ajun’s death.
He even planned to kill her and Ajun’s child.
Had Youlin not been coincidentally sent overseas on official duties back then, she certainly wouldn’t have had the chance to give birth to that child.
Thinking of this, Chu Jinyu couldn’t help but smile wistfully.
When Su Zixi returned to Wanhe Qianfeng Garden, her mood was still somewhat adrift.
Having dinner with the President’s wife didn’t seem to be a terrifying matter, in fact, if she hadn’t been on edge, she would have enjoyed the experience very much.
As she got out of the car, her face was still puzzled and blank, until she saw He Jingyao.
Su Zixi immediately ran over and threw herself into the man’s arms.
“How did it go?” the man’s voice was low and chuckling.
“The President’s wife was very gentle and cordial,” Su Zixi pondered for a moment, “but she didn’t say why she wanted to dine with me, just asked me… if you were good to me…”
As she spoke, she looked up at the man: “What do you think the President’s wife really meant?”
“She probably just likes you very much,” He Jingyao’s eyes flickered with amusement, “maybe because of your charm?”
Su Zixi’s eyes widened: “I’m serious! Do you think it could be related to the new energy project?”
“I’m quite certain it’s not.” He Jingyao pinched her cheek, “It’s simply because you’re likeable. I’m being serious too.”
After speaking, he smiled slightly and led her by the hand towards the villa.
Su Zixi was confused by his definitive tone… Could that really be the reason?
Late at night, after Su Zixi took a bath and was applying skincare products, she suddenly noticed a small ring box on the dresser.
She opened it and was instantly overjoyed: “Jingyao, is this ring from you?”
“No,” the man’s voice was languid as he embraced her from behind, “Do you remember this ring?”
Su Zixi examined it for a moment then shook her head confidently: “No… wait! The one I saw on the President’s wife’s hand tonight looked a lot .”
“Hmm.” He Jingyao chuckled softly, took the ring from her hand and placed it back in the box, his voice growing husky, “Forget about it now.”
After saying that, he picked her up around the waist and carried her towards the bed.
“Wait, I haven’t applied my face cream! I haven’t dried my hair!” Su Zixi cried out in panic.
He Jingyao had to stop in his tracks and looked down at her deeply.
With a stammer, Su Zixi said, “No… If I don’t dry my hair, I could get sick, and without face cream, I’ll get wrinkles…”
“Go on,” he sucked on her lips forcefully, granting her permission at last.
Su Zixi, feeling as if she’d been pardoned, hopped out of his arms and ran back to the dresser.
The man watched her retreating figure, his Adam’s apple involuntarily rolling twice, a familiar heat gathering in his lower abdomen.
In front of her, his self-control seemed to be getting worse and worse.
Just then, the phone on the nightstand suddenly rang.
He walked over, picked up the phone, and glanced at the caller ID with a raised eyebrow in surprise.
“Dad? You’re calling me this late?”
“Hmm,” He Yirong’s voice was authoritative, “Your health report came out, Jingyao, you must look at it right away.”