Before long, He Yirong walked in.
"Father, what brings you here?" He Jingyao saw him and gave a faint smile.
Over the past few years, He Yirong’s temper had grown worse, his face always clouded with gloom, such that Liu Minjun preferred not to spend time with him. Whenever possible, she would travel all over the world, often taking Ziyi with her.
He Yirong was thus left alone in Yanzhou City, rarely leaving.
Therefore, He Jingyao was somewhat surprised to see him.
"You still have the nerve to ask me?" He Yirong snapped as soon as he opened his mouth, "Do you plan to let our He Family die out?"
He Jingyao raised his eyebrows, "What do you know?"
"Humph, what do you think? You think I don’t know what you got Yanzhao to do? When I asked him, do you think he wouldn’t tell me?" He Yirong said with a dark face, "You’re not allowed to undergo any damned surgery! If you want a woman, there’s Ye Shutong right there!"
"Zhixi isn’t dead," He Jingyao uttered softly.
He Yirong was suddenly stunned, "How is that possible? Wasn’t she annihilated in that explosion?"
"It’s precisely because her body was never found that it’s suspicious," He Jingyao said with a faint smile, "Anyway, she’s alive. I’ve confirmed it myself."
He Yirong let out a deep sigh, "So, after all, it’s for her, isn’t it? He Jingyao, do you dare to be a little more ambitious? Yanzhao said it himself, that surgery might leave you unable to have children! And you refuse to find another way to have a child! You really... you’re infuriating me!"
Thinking about it made He Yirong unbearably frustrated.
He didn’t necessarily insist on He Jingyao continuing the family line, but the thought that He Jingyao might never have children of his own was something he just couldn’t accept!
"Another way... do you mean artificial surrogacy?" He Jingyao curved his lips slightly, "My child should not be born just to satisfy some purpose; he or she should be born out of expectation, so you needn’t worry about it."
"No way! I absolutely won’t allow you to mess around this time!" He Yirong scoffed coldly. "And as for that woman Su Zixi, I will never allow her to enter our He Family’s doors again!"
He Jingyao suddenly smiled, "She wasn’t keen anyway; it’s your son who’s been chasing after her unwilling to let go."
"...Shut up!" He Yirong said irritably, "Jingyao, if you still recognize me as your father, listen to me this once! You might feel it’s nothing now, but in the future, you will regret it!"
He Jingyao raised his eyebrows, but said nothing. At that moment, the sound of shuffling footsteps came from behind.
He Jingyao chuckled softly, "By the way, Father, I forgot to tell you, I already have a son."
After speaking, he motioned behind him, "Xiaobao, come here."
Xiaobao had just woken up, still a bit bewildered. Hearing He Jingyao’s voice, he obediently walked over, rubbing his eyes as he moved.
Dressed in pajamas, he was cuddling a plush toy in his arms.
He Yirong stared at the child, dumbstruck, "He... He... "
"This is Xiaobao," He Jingyao said with a slight smile, addressing the little fellow, "Say hello to Grandpa."
"Hello, Grandpa," the little one greeted with a soft, sweet voice, and then rubbed his eyes again.
He Yirong wore a look as if struck by lightning.
"I already have a son, so you don’t have to worry about what side effects the surgery might cause," said He Jingyao as he picked up Xiaobao and patted his head, "Let’s go, it’s time for breakfast."