Even He Jingyao hadn’t expected the person who drugged him to be He Yizheng.
In recent years, his brilliance was too conspicuous, while He Yizheng was quite the opposite, he remained exceptionally low-key, serving as He Yirong’s right-hand man, never slipping up, and never causing any disturbance.
Of course, He Jingyao didn’t think He Yizheng would settle down and accept his fate, it’s just that he truly didn’t think of He Yizheng for a while.
It has to be said, He Yizheng’s low-key style over the years had been quite effective.
"It’s only a possibility, it might not be him..." On the phone, He Yirong was struggling to explain, "He doesn’t need to do this."
"Heh..." He Jingyao laughed, "If he succeeded, I would be very angry. After all, even if you didn’t drug me, it ultimately happened because you locked me in the study. So I would likely break with you, giving He Yizheng a chance. Hasn’t he been playing the role of the obedient younger brother beside you all these years, just hoping that one day you would be thoroughly disappointed in me?" ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel·fıre·net
Maybe, He Yizheng had been fanning the flames secretly all along.
"You little..." He Yirong seemed to be stung by the word "break," "You should think about how to reconcile with Zhuo Yuwei, let’s not get involved in this messy situation, okay?"
He Yirong spoke with earnest persuasion, his heart truly filled with irritation.
He Jingyao’s tone was indifferent, "Reconciliation with him is impossible, but the He Family can, it all depends on your choice. After all, besides a son, you also have a good brother."
"Are they the same?" He Yirong said furiously, "Also, don’t even think about resigning, I will never agree to it!"
After saying that, He Yirong hung up the phone forcefully.
He Jingyao listened to the busy signal from the phone, suddenly smiled, and threw the phone aside.
Zhixi walked to his side and willingly threw herself into his embrace, not saying a word for a while.
"What’s wrong?" He rubbed her head.
"...I feel sorry for you." Zhixi sighed, "On one side there’s Zhuo Yuwei, on the other side, He Yizheng... it’s truly a case of internal and external troubles."
"Hmm, how sorry do you feel?"
He groaned with suppressed desire, suddenly pulling her tightly into his embrace, his voice irritable, "There are still nine months... you’re really not playing with me!"
Zhixi couldn’t help but laugh softly, "Not only that... after the baby is born, I need at least three months to recover..."
"So that’s a year." His gaze darkened, his tone cold, "I think having Xiaobao as one child is enough, let’s not have this one."
Zhixi was torn between laughter and tears, "He Jingyao, don’t talk nonsense!"
...A man blinded by desire was simply devoid of reason.
He cursed softly, taking a deep breath, his Adam’s apple bobbing several times before he barely calmed down.
"Let’s go, go out for breakfast." There was still a hint of restraint in his voice.
Zhixi still felt uneasy, grabbing his hand and placing it on her lower abdomen, her expression very serious, "You need to firmly remember its existence."
The man suddenly laughed, his gaze softening, "Okay, I’ll remember."