Right at that moment, Ying Hao, who had brought the child back, came up and saw this scene. Even this burly man couldn’t help but break into a smile, "It’s a reward from his teacher—three in total. He ate one, gave me one, and insisted on saving the last one for Daddy."
Ying Hao, a big man who never married and usually quite indifferent, found himself unwittingly smiling at the sight of the child.
Standing there all the while, La Chenxi watched as the child’s arrival seemed to make the man forget her existence, his attention solely fixed on talking to the child. His usual icy facade, which hardly ever cracked into a smile, now eased into a gentle warmth, as if showered in the spring breeze because of the child. It felt like countless needles were pricking her heart.
During the three years she had been with him, she feared that he had not smiled as much or as often as he did now.
She walked over, step by step, intending to greet them, but just then, the boy, who bore a strong resemblance to him, suddenly clung to him and said, "Daddy, I’m hungry!"
"Hungry? Alright, Daddy will take you to eat," he replied.
Then he carried the boy, with that man following behind, and they walked away together.
As he left, he didn’t even glance behind him, as if he had completely forgotten about her presence!
Ha! What an irony. La Chenxi, having weathered so much, had come to this—she was less consequential than a person lying there, long dead.
A three-year relationship mattered less than it did for a woman who had secretly borne him a child!
What was this? A slap in the face?
She looked at the fruit basket carelessly left on the floor, her blood running cold, as if it had been soaked in ice—from the top of her head, slowly freezing until it reached her bones. Only then, trembling, did she leave the place, dragging her stiff legs behind her.
Fine, if the fish doesn’t die, the net shatters. She wanted to see if a dead woman could still keep him.
Last night, Ji Chengzhi had slept better than he had in the previous few days.
Thanks to two injections, that woman’s condition had temporarily stabilized, and since he had begun to make concrete contact with the United States, planning an early transfer there, he had devised a series of plans that would not arouse any suspicion from that man. He could quietly get rid of the woman, and his mind had finally been put to ease, leading to his first good sleep in a while.
However, what he hadn’t expected was that his hardly earned good sleep, not yet fully enjoyed, was abruptly interrupted by a phone call early in the morning.
"Director, director, it’s bad, there’s been an incident!"
The call was from his assistant, who started shouting into the phone soon as he picked up.
Ji Chengzhi wasn’t fully awake from his sleep yet, and upon hearing the yelling, his head throbbed with pain, "What’s with the early morning screams? Is there a fire? Or is someone dead?"
The assistant was silent...
After a long while, he covered the mouthpiece, his face turning pale, "No, it’s more serious than both. Director... on Weibo trending searches, it’s all about Miss Ye."
"What are you talking about?"
"Overnight, the whole network is abuzz. Director, you need to take a look quickly; it’s going to be a big deal!" The assistant’s voice trembled as if every second Ji Chengzhi delayed could lead to catastrophe.