Zhixi smiled and shook her head, "It’s okay, Uncle."
"Alright, that’s good..." He Yirong’s expression was a little embarrassed, "You should go rest."
Zhixi nodded and glanced at Feng Qian, "If Jingyao contacts you, make sure to tell me immediately."
Feng Qian nodded vigorously.
Only then did Zhixi stand up and turn to head to the second floor.
She arrived at Ziyi’s room.
He Ziyi was showing Xiaobao her collection. Xiaobao was playing happily, and although Ziyi was smiling, there was a hint of concern in her eyes.
She must also be thinking about He Jingyao.
Zhixi watched quietly for a while without interrupting them, then turned and went to He Jingyao’s room.
Liu Minjun was instructing the servants to change the bed linens.
"Zhixi?" Seeing her, Liu Minjun immediately showed a smile, "Come over and see if you’re comfortable with this kind of bed."
Zhixi smiled, walked over, and pressed the mattress as if very concerned, "Yes, I like it."
Liu Minjun was satisfied and smiled, waving the servants away.
"It’s been hard on you these days." Liu Minjun held her hand, sighed, "Just as you said, Jingyao will be fine."
"Yes." Zhixi nodded, "He will definitely be fine."
Perhaps he is encountering some trouble now, but he can definitely solve it, Zhixi firmly believed this.
He has never let her down.
Every time, the things he promised her, he fulfilled them all.
This man, eternally calm, perhaps even indifferent, has taken on so much responsibility and pressure.
Yet he achieved it all, always with an air of ease, as if no problem was a problem in his hands. Read full story at 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⚫𝙣𝙚𝙩
Thinking about this, Zhixi felt her eyes moistening.
She suddenly really missed him, wanted to hold him tightly, wanted to comfort him with all she had.
Liu Minjun sighed gently, her voice choked, "He is also a good son, a good brother... I shouldn’t have agreed to his request back then. If he had stayed in the He Family, maybe everything would be fine now, it’s all my fault..."
She looked at Liu Minjun’s slightly reddened eyes and suddenly spoke softly, "Aunt, you said he is a good brother."
Liu Minjun looked up at her, her gaze flickering.
"That day, I remember... When Uncle mentioned bringing Ziyi for a paternity test too, you panicked for a moment."
"Zhixi..." Liu Minjun suddenly gripped her hand tightly, her voice strained.
Seeing her react this way, Zhixi already understood.
"Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone." Zhixi smiled softly, "No wonder... you would agree to Jingyao’s request."
She had always wondered why Liu Minjun, who wasn’t the type to be weak, would deny Jingyao’s bloodline connection, and it turns out... she was protecting Ziyi.
Liu Minjun’s expression was somewhat awkward, "Jingyao always knew about Ziyi’s matter... that day, I was just panicking, afraid that Ziyi would be harmed, so when Jingyao hinted to me, I followed his lead. Actually, I wasn’t lying that day, it’s just that the child isn’t Jingyao’s, but Ziyi."
During those years, He Yirong was busy with business and often traveled, and she couldn’t get close to her son. In her loneliness, she wanted to have another child, but couldn’t get pregnant. In desperation, she went to a sperm bank, and that’s how Ziyi was born.
When Jingyao became an adult, she told him this secret, but Jingyao never blamed her.