"So, He Jingyao has given up?" Pei Yuanchen laughed, "And you, do you feel relieved?"
She paused for a moment before nodding her head, "Yeah, relieved."
After uttering those words, Zhixi suddenly felt as if all her strength had been drained away.
Her trip to Yangdong City went unexpectedly smoothly, but she didn’t feel happy at all.
Not only was she not happy, but the sadness in her heart was creeping up layer by layer, about to completely engulf her.
Watching her pale face, Pei Yuanchen finally refrained from making any more sarcastic remarks, "Go and rest for a while; I’ll accompany you to pick up Xiaobao in the afternoon."
Zhixi nodded absently and turned back to her room.
She walked to the bedside, sat down against the bed, and then took out a photo from her suitcase.
From now on, I will belong to you.
She whispered this sentence to herself, and gradually, the familiar brows and eyes of the man in the photo became blurry.
She hugged her knees, letting the tears silently stream down.
Waking up from his nap, Xiaobao opened his eyes to find He Jingyao sitting by his bed.
"Daddy." He rubbed his eyes and sat up.
He Jingyao picked him up, letting him sit on his lap, and said sternly, "Xiaobao, listen, Daddy has something very important to tell you."
Xiaobao instantly became alert, "What is it! Tell me, Daddy."
A sense of mission unknowingly stilled him.
"In a while, your mom will come to take you back." He Jingyao looked into his eyes, "Mom might be very sad, so you need to find a way to cheer her up, but don’t tell her what I’ve said to you, okay?"
"Why?" he asked, puzzled.
"You’ll understand the next time we meet." Jingyao’s tone was mysterious.
The little guy nodded solemnly right away.
A hint of a smile crossed his eyes as He Jingyao held his little hand, "After Daddy comes back, you can be with both Mommy and Daddy."
"Really?" Xiaobao’s eyes lit up, "What about... Uncle?"
He Jingyao’s gaze darkened, and he flicked his forehead, "Just the three of us."
"Then... what about Grandpa?" he persisted.
He Jingyao looked at him deeply.
The little guy stuck out his tongue and fell silent, "Then... Daddy, come back soon, okay?"
"Okay." He Jingyao picked him up, "Once you recognize two hundred words, I’ll come back."
The little guy counted with his fingers and then his eyes widened in alarm, "That... that’s still a month away!"
"Can’t you shorten it to half a month? Or a week?" Jingyao pinched his cheek, "I can’t believe you’re my son."
The slighted little guy huffed heavily.
Downstairs, Zhixi had arrived at some point.
She sat on the sofa, her complexion somewhat stiff. Uncle Li brought her a cup of hot tea, "Miss Gu, please."
She took it, her gaze complex as she looked at Uncle Li, and ultimately she remained silent.
"Mommy!" Xiaobao was the first to speak, then he ran to her cheerfully.
Zhixi stood up to face him and embraced the little guy with open arms.
It was only when she held her son in her arms that the deep sorrow and despair threatening to drag her into the abyss finally left her temporarily.
But soon, she saw He Jingyao’s cold and tall figure.
The man stood there, watching them with a cold gaze.