An Jing couldn’t suppress her irritation, "Can’t you stop pretending for once or will you die?!"
"What am I pretending to be?!" Gong Juechen initially reacted with an extremely excited retort, but then, he immediately calmed down, his smile devilishly charming, his peach blossom eyes filled with profound meaning, "Jingjing, let me be honest with you and Changyi, if I don’t pretend, I really would die."
After a pause, Gong Juechen’s smile became even more wicked, the amusement in his eyes deepening, and he added deliberately, "Murdered by someone~"
Gong Juechen’s lies were simply too numerous. To avoid getting caught up in his web of deceit, An Jing felt that she better not believe a single word he says.
Xiao Changyi’s cold eyes slightly narrowed. However, he chose to remain silent.
"Aren’t you unafraid of death? Yet, you are afraid of being murdered?" An Jing teased.
Gong Juechen’s mouth curled in a half-smile, and instead of answering, he counter-queried, "Why should I allow myself to be killed when I can live well?"
An Jing fell silent for a moment, then decided not to talk to Gong Juechen anymore. He always contradicted himself in so many ways, but he always managed to leave her speechless.
Gong Juechen left as soon as finished eating.
An Jing stood by the stove, washing the dishes and muttering, "I really don’t know how long he’s going to keep this up. Living such a life of pretense, is he really happy?"
Xiao Changyi was sitting on the bench in front of the dining table, watching his four children play at his feet. Hearing An Jing’s mutterings, he hesitated for a moment, then said quietly, "Perhaps... he has reasons he must pretend."
An Jing was stunned at first, then laughed, "Do you really believe what he said about getting killed if he doesn’t pretend? He could be making it all up, you know he’s always been a compulsive liar."
Xiao Changyi said, "I don’t believe him, I just feel..."
An Jing was taken aback again, then she sighed, "Whatever, as long as he does no harm to us, that’s fine."
It was at this moment that An Yiyun staggered over to An Jing’s side, looked up with his little face, stretched out his tiny arms, and his mouth babbled unclearly, "Mom... Mom... hold... hold me..."
Looking down, An Jing saw her youngest looking up at her with that ’hold me’ expression and she was instantly charmed, her heart melting with joy as she smiled broadly, "Yun Er, you’re being good. Mom hasn’t finished washing the dishes, go to your dad and ask him to hold you."
With that said, An Jing even pointed at Xiao Changyi, gesturing An Yiyun to go ask Xiao Changyi for a hug.
Among the four children, it was little An Yiyun who was the most clingy, always wanting to be held after toddling around on the floor for a bit.
An Yiyun didn’t understand much yet, but seeing An Jing pointing at Xiao Changyi, he got the message. Instantly happy, he toddled over to Xiao Changyi.
Upon reaching Xiao Changyi, he once again stretched out his arms, tilted his little face up, grinned, and excitedly called out in his baby voice, "Daddy... hold... hold me..."
Xiao Changyi wasn’t planning on holding An Yiyun. He thought it was better for An Yiyun to walk around more on the ground and not always be held, but since An Yiyun had already sought out An Jing, and An Jing had told him to come to Xiao Changyi, he wasn’t so adamant any longer. Seeing An Yiyun asking him for a hug, he picked up An Yiyun and let him sit on his left leg.
Once picked up, An Yiyun laughed gleefully, chirping, "Daddy... good... good..."
Hearing this, An Jing couldn’t help but laugh, "Husband, Yun Er is saying you’re good. Even though you always make him cry, he still says you’re good. He’s really too forgetful."