Upon seeing Lin Xuâs swollen lips, Ji Tingyangâs eyes shifted from a serene calm to an icy and predatory chill, with tumultuous waves brewing deep within his gaze as his grip on her wrist suddenly tightened.
He didnât need to guess; Ji Tingyang already knew whom she had met with that day.
âWhat, whatâs wrong?â Lin Xuâs wrist hurt so much that she hissed in pain.
Ji Tingyangâs aura grew heavy as he wanted to expose her lies.
He wanted to see her panic and then apologize to him, promising she would never meet Xie Changyan againâ¦
His lips parted slightly, the words he wanted to say revolving in his throat, over and over. Although he knew he should call her out, when he saw Lin Xuâs clear and pure eyes brimming with a smile, curving like a crescent moon, he swallowed back the words that reached his throat.
He adjusted his breathing, closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the gloom in his eyes had slowly retracted.
âItâs nothing,â Ji Tingyang let go of her hand and said indifferently, âItâs very late now, hurry back to the bedroom to rest.â
Lin Xu seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, her tense nerves relaxing as she wished him good night and hurried back to the bedroom.
Ji Tingyang watched her ascend the stairs, pursing his lips.
For the past twenty years, Ji Tingyangâs sleep had never been good.
Most of the time, he would dream of Lin Xu, dream of her growing up with him, but each time he awoke and realized it was all false, his heart felt as if it had been hollowed out, empty and echoing.
He also became resistant to falling asleep, resistant to dreamingâ¦
Ever since Lin Xu was reborn, Ji Tingyangâs sleep had improved significantly.
At least when he dreamed of Lin Xu leaving him, he could tell himself that this time, his mother was truly by his side.
However, that night, Ji Tingyang lay in bed once again, plagued by insomnia.
His thoughts tangled like hemp rope, unable to find peace for a long time.
The next day, Ji Tingyang slept in, something that was completely out of the ordinary for him.
He looked at the time, which was nearing noon, and fell silent.
In the past few days, his mother had come up with all kinds of excuses to slip out and see Xie Changyan, and now that he had overslept, without his intervention, perhaps his mother had already left the house.
A faint frost seemed to cover his dull cheeks as he rubbed his weary nose bridge and went downstairs, his gaze casually sweeping over the couch before freezing.
Lin Xu was earnestly trimming flower branches, arranging the bloom in the vase on the table into an eye-pleasing and exquisite design.
Today⦠she had not left the house.
Perhaps hearing the noise at the staircase, Lin Xuâs attention shifted from arranging flowers, and she looked up.
Upon seeing him, Lin Xu exclaimed in surprise, her furrowed brows laced with concern, âWhy are the dark circles under your eyes so severe, didnât you sleep well last night?â
Ji Tingyang approached and sat down beside Lin Xu, silently resting his head on her shoulder.
Inhaling the warm scent mixed with the fragrance of flowers from her body, the restlessness in his heart seemed to gradually subside.
âWhatâs the matter, did you work late yesterday?â Lin Xu rubbed his head, âDo you want to go back to sleep for a while?â
Ji Tingyangâs voice was somewhat muffled, âNo need.â
âAre you in a bad mood?â Lin Xu seemed to notice a pattern; every time he was feeling down, he always liked to lean silently on her shoulder.
Like a little animal, always seeking a sense of security in the comfort of his motherâs embrace.
âDo you miss father?â Ji Tingyang suddenly asked.
âOf course, I do,â Lin Xu was taken aback, her words rearranging themselves in her heart, preparing to tell him once more about Xie Changyan, âActuallyâ¦â
âSo thatâs why you are with Xie Changyan?â Ji Tingyang questioned.
Lin Xu looked embarrassed, âHow did you knowâ¦â
She thought she had hidden it well.
âAre you using Xie Changyan as a substitute for father because he resembles father somewhat?â Ji Tingyang, who had thought about it all night, seemed to have found the answer.
It must be so.
Otherwise, with how much mother and father loved each other, how could she suddenly take a liking to someone else.
Lin Xuâs face stiffened for a moment, never expecting Ji Tingyangâs imagination to be so wild.
Lin Xu didnât speak, and Ji Tingyang took her silence as an admission.
He lifted his head, his eyes showing a glimmer of struggle and then resignedly said, âYou can play along with him as a substitute, but you canât really be with him.â
Lin Xu couldnât help but cry and laugh, tapping his head, âWhat are you talking about? He is your father, even though I donât know why he doesnât remember us and couldnât prove that âblood relationâ, but believe me, I would never mistake your father!â
âOh.â Ji Tingyang pursed his lips and nodded in response.
It was unclear whether he truly believed her or was just humoring Lin Xu with his reply.
âAnywayâ¦â Ji Tingyangâs voice was downcast, âyou promised me that we would always be together in the future, that you wouldnât leave because of him.â
He clutched Lin Xuâs hand tightly, the sourness churning in his stomach somewhat unbearable.
Their relationship had already lacked twenty years, and they had to make up for all the coming days.
Lin Xu smiled faintly, âWe will always be together as a family in the future, of course.â
âAnd will you always love meâ¦â His gaze flickered, his voice very light.
âOur Ting Yang is so good, of course Mom loves you,â Lin Xu said jokingly, âI was the one who changed your diapers and coaxed you to sleep, if I didnât love you, I would have left you to a nanny a long time ago.â
Ji Tingyangâs ears reddened, he stuttered, âThatâs all from when I was a child, Iâve grown up now.â
Mother liked him when he was a child, but what about now?
Could it be that he hadnât grown into the person mother had hoped for, and as a result, she was disappointed in him, even her love had diminished?
Now that he thought about it, hadnât mother once said she hoped he would grow up to be a scientist?
The more he thought about it, the lower Ji Tingyangâs mood sank.
Lin Xu knew, perhaps it was because the three children lacked love in their childhood that they felt insecure so often.
All she could do was tell him over and over, âDonât overthink it, just remember that whether youâre seven, twenty-seven, or forty-seven, I will love you just the same.â
Ji Tingyang nodded, and the restlessness at the bottom of his heart finally eased somewhat.
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On Monday morning, the sunshine rose slowly.@@novelbin@@
Unlike the workersâ resentment and dejection towards Monday, Xie Changyanâs mood was extremely good all morning.
Even when an employee made a mistake at work, he was particularly forgiving and generous.
âIs there some happy event today, President Xieâs mood is so good?â
âI donât know, but what I do know is, if thereâs any work mishap, nowâs the time to come clean to President Xie; you might even get a special pardon.â
âThat makes sense, Iâll go later!â
The subordinates whispered among themselves.
However, this great mood was destroyed in an instant with a phone call from Su Linzhou.
âAre you sure she said sheâs going to divorce Ji Tingyang today? But how come I still see her and Ji Tingyang together, laughing and talking?â