Zhou Zhengchu paused, unsure if the butler was trying to comfort him.

but.

He also wanted to believe that his mother was worried about him.

Even when I'm not fully awake.

The housekeeper assumed his silence meant he didn't believe her, so he couldn't help but add, "Madam has been asking the doctor about your condition."

This isn't a lie.

Although the lady kept asking if the young master would die.

Can someone who has died be brought back to life?

Why do high school teenagers die?

These are wildly imaginative questions that are impossible to answer.

But the housekeeper could tell that the lady was actually scared and worried. The lady, who usually wouldn't ask about anything, even remembered to ask the maid when she woke up from her afternoon nap: "Did you ask the doctor to give him his medicine?"

It seemed like the question was asked casually.

But they also instinctively pricked up their ears, eager to hear the answer as soon as possible.

The maid nodded and said she had taken the medicine.

The wife would happily say, "Oh, then he won't die. I always get better after taking medicine when I'm sick."

My wife thinks of everything in a very simple way, which isn't necessarily a bad thing.

She will have fewer worries and anxieties.

There will be fewer worries.

The only things that might upset her were her husband's constant busyness with work and the presence of young and beautiful female staff members around him.

Zhou Zhengchu nodded as he listened to the butler's words: "I know my mother loves me."

The butler was taken aback for a moment, but he wasn't particularly surprised.

The young master has always been like this when it comes to his wife; he only remembers the good things and forgets the bad ones.

Zhou Zhengchu turned his head and met the butler's gaze. He pursed his lips and asked, "Did you frighten Mother?"

The housekeeper couldn't explain it, and it seemed like there wasn't one.

But my wife hasn't been sleeping well these past few days. She only got a good night's sleep last night after her husband flew back overnight.

After a moment's hesitation, the butler nodded: "There shouldn't be any."

Zhou Zhengchu hummed in agreement, then went to the next room. He knocked on the door twice, and there was a response from inside.

Zhou Ji looked at his son who had just woken up. "Didn't you just wake up? Why didn't you rest a little longer?"

Zhou Zhengchu couldn't wait a moment longer.

He thought there were some things that were his responsibility to do.

Otherwise, everyone would be kept in the dark their whole lives, unaware of the happy, privileged family that originally belonged to the mother.

Why should we be usurped?

But he can't produce any evidence right now, and if he just talks nonsense, people will only take it as absurd madness.

but--

Zhou Zhengchu thought it didn't matter if he was treated like a madman.

Every step of his life was meticulously planned, from his birth to which school he attended, what major he studied, which company he joined, and what position he held.

Follow the rules and regulations.

Never crosses the line.

They are meticulous in their work, always considering things carefully before taking any action to ensure a safe outcome.

But this time, he couldn't wait, and he didn't want to wait.

He said, "My mother is a child of the Qin family."

Zhou Ji remained silent for a long time. He knew that his son was always reliable and would never say anything baseless or unfounded.

“Explain what you mean,” Zhou Ji said calmly.

Zhou Zhengchu said, "Back then, Sun Chengfeng switched her child with the Qin family's child in the hospital. My mother and uncle were both Qin family children who were switched at birth."

He continued, "Father, I'm not lying. You can have Uncle Qin and the others do a paternity test with Mother, and the truth will come out soon."

Zhou Ji asked him, "How did you know?"

There hadn't been a single word about this before.

Whether the Qin family actually switched the children is another matter, since the Qin family has never publicly announced this information.

The Qin family has only two children, Qin Zhao and Qin Qin, a brother and sister.

Zhou Zhengchu couldn't answer. He looked at his father and said, "Father, I don't want to say where I learned this from, but every word I said is true."

Zhou Ji didn't press him for details. He paused for a moment and then said, "Okay, I'll call Qin Zhao in a bit."

Since the son doesn't want to talk about it.

He won't force him.

When Zhou Ji came back last night, he could tell she was terrified.

Although on the surface he seemed no different from usual, he was not happy about anything and just drifted through life in a daze.

But the moment she saw him, she rushed into his arms, buried her face in his chest, her slender body trembling slightly. When she looked up again, her eyes were red, as if she had been bitten by a rabbit. She frowned, her voice trembling slightly: "I called him several times, really, I called him, but he didn't wake up."

"I hate it, I don't like it, don't do this."

"He's playing a prank, he won't wake up."

"I don't want to. I don't want to stay asleep."

Even if it's fragmented and incomplete, you can still understand what it means.

Zhou Ji patiently coaxed her for a long time before she dared to close her eyes. She had a nightmare in the middle of the night and curled up in his arms with tears streaming down her face.

I'm not sleeping very peacefully right now.

She is prone to nightmares and is difficult to soothe; even leaving a small nightlight on for her every night doesn't help.

Zhou Ji could only hold her tightly, giving her enough security, and only then did she seem to feel a little better.

But when she woke up from the nightmare, she seemed to have forgotten everything. She forgot that she had a terrible dream, and just stared at him with wet eyes, looking a little pitiful, and mumbled in a lazy voice that she was so sleepy.

It's like I haven't had enough sleep yet.

Her eyes were bright and she looked at him without any guard; her affection for him was also completely open.

Sometimes Zhou Ji felt that he couldn't bear such deep and heavy love.

He couldn't reciprocate the same love she had shown him.

Close the door.

The person who had just fallen asleep seemed to be awakened by their voices. She slowly sat up from under the covers, her eyes dark and watery. She asked, "Why did you sneak out of bed behind my back? Don't you want to sleep with me?"

Zhou Ji walked back to the bedside and touched her face: "No, something just happened."

Jiang Yue hummed in agreement. She was still very sleepy and grabbed his wrist. "I'm still sleepy. I want to continue sleeping."

Zhou Ji kissed her eyelids. "Okay, go back to sleep."

Jiang Yue nestled comfortably in his arms again, holding his hand. Perhaps feeling that this wasn't enough to make her feel safe, she tightly gripped his fingers, their fingers intertwined.

She gently rested her head against his chest.

She had already closed her eyes, but suddenly opened them again. "I think I just dreamt about you and my son."

Zhou Ji was still wide awake. He stroked her face with his hand and asked softly, "Did you dream about what he was doing?"

She thought about it, but couldn't remember.

I'm just a little scared afterwards.

"I forgot."

After saying those three words, she closed her eyes and went back to sleep.

Zhou Ji thought of how she had curled up in his arms just now, trembling with fear even in her dreams. In the end, it was her son's sudden illness that had frightened her.

Fortunately, she recovered after waking up the next day. She woke up early that morning, thinking that he was still asleep with his eyes closed. She quietly climbed out of his arms, not afraid of the cold in her nightgown, and went barefoot out of bed. She carefully pushed open the door and ran to the next room.

She stood outside the door, clearly wanting to go in and take a look, but for some reason didn't push the door open.

She just stood there blankly, looking very conflicted.

She didn't even notice when Zhou Ji walked up behind her. Zhou Ji raised his hand and gently put it on her shoulder, his deep voice falling on her ear: "Why don't you go in?"

She was a little embarrassed, as if some sore spot had been exposed, and she said, burying her head in the sand, "I didn't mean to go in."

Zhou Ji smiled and said, "Okay. If you don't want to go in, then let's go back to our room to wash up and change, and then go downstairs to eat."

She stood there, unwilling to move, and Zhou Ji didn't urge her. After a while, she finally calmed down and said awkwardly and softly, "Well, since I'm already here, I might as well go and take a look."

She turned to look at him, a hint of smugness in her eyes, and said, "If I hadn't gone to see him that day, no one would have known he was already sick."

Zhou Ji patted her head and praised her, saying, "You're amazing."

She nodded: "I think so too."

Without knocking, she pushed the door open and went inside.

But after all this time, there was no one in bed. Did Zhou Zheng wake up so early?

She was a little annoyed, feeling that she had wasted so much time agonizing over this.

Seeing that she didn't seem too happy, Zhou Ji thought for a moment and comforted her, saying, "He probably went to bed early last night, so he got up early today."

She replied nonchalantly, "Oh, I don't care."

Then she added, "I'm going to brush my teeth and wash my face. I'm very hungry and need to eat."

Zhou Ji nodded, and the two went back to their room to wash up. When they came downstairs, Zhou Zhengchu had just returned from outside. He had a habit of jogging in the morning.

His mother turned her face away when she saw him, seemingly not wanting to pay him any attention.

Zhou Zhengchu was used to his mother's somewhat spoiled nature. Looking at her naivety, he felt a pang of indescribable heartache.

Zhou Zhengchu went upstairs to take a shower and changed into clean clothes before returning to the restaurant.

He glanced at the wall clock. It was still very early, just past eight in the morning. His mother usually didn't wake up until nine, and even then, she would linger in bed until ten.

Do you get up very early every day?

As soon as Zhou Zhengchu entered the restaurant, he heard his mother's questioning.

He thought for a moment and said, "Yes, it's this time every day."

However, his mother had never noticed before; she had never cared about his wake-up time.

Her gaze was suspicious, and she was still somewhat unwilling to believe it: "Don't you want to see me?"

Her ideas are always changing, sometimes so fast that it's both funny and absurd.

She didn't even give him a chance to explain, her eyes were firm, and her tone was also very certain: "Oh, you just don't want to see me, and I don't really want to see you either."

Fortunately, she is in a stable mood at the moment.

Even though they said such harsh words, it didn't sound like anything was wrong.

Zhou Zhengchu always indulged his mother's unreasonable demands. Even though he knew she might not understand, he still patiently and earnestly explained.

“Mother, I didn’t.” His father had already told him about what had happened when he woke up, and he continued to explain, “I didn’t know you would wake up so early today, otherwise I would have waited for you in the room.”

Hearing these words, her anger subsided, but she was still unwilling to give him a friendly look so soon.

Instead, he remained silent, nonchalant, and continued to eat his breakfast slowly as if he hadn't asked anything.

Zhou Ji had already put down his chopsticks. She ate very slowly, and he patiently waited for her to finish.

I've finished breakfast.

And there are the pills she doesn't like to take.

She didn't want to take the medicine and tried to renege on her promise.

Pretending not to see the pills on the table, Zhou Ji poured her a glass of warm water and pressed her down as she tried to escape.

The man's hand landed heavily on her shoulder, easily restraining her from running away.

He said, "Take medicine."

She complained, "I'm full."

Zhou Ji deliberately touched her stomach, pretending to be serious: "Hmm, it's not very round. If you stretch it a bit, you should be able to fit a little more in."

She shook her head, her eyes red and looking a little aggrieved. "It's very bitter, I don't like it."

She said softly, a little angrily, "Could you please stop forcing me to eat things I don't like? Otherwise, I won't like you as much."

The score dropped from 100 to 99.9.

Without saying a word, Zhou Ji grabbed her chin, gently pinched her jaw, forced her to open her mouth, and somewhat inhumanely stuffed the pill into her mouth.

Her brows furrowed in distress.

Even if it's her beloved husband who tricks her into taking medicine, she'll still get angry!

She got so angry that she ran away to a distance, turning her back to them, clearly indicating that she didn't want to talk to them anymore.

Zhou Ji couldn't help but smile at her childish behavior. "I'm off work today, so I'll take you somewhere."

This morning, Zhou Ji had already called the Qin family and asked them directly if they had ever lost a younger sister.

Qin Zhao remained silent for a long time before asking him how he knew.

The Qin family kept this matter very well hidden.

The conversation went smoothly afterward, and they arranged a time to do a paternity test.

Qin's father and mother specially took a day off to go to the hospital together to have the paternity test done.

If she is a daughter of the Qin family...

Zhou Ji didn't know if this was a good thing or a bad thing, and he wasn't sure if the Qin family could accept their mentally challenged and somewhat confused daughter.

Actually, it's okay if you don't accept it.

He would take care of her for the rest of his life anyway, and if he died before her, their son would continue to take care of her.

She heard that he wasn't going to work today and would even take her out to play.

Her eyes lit up immediately.

Forgetting her earlier annoyance, she asked, "Then can you not go to work every day?"

Looking into her bright eyes, Zhou Ji was somewhat moved. Before he could answer, she threw herself into his arms, wrapped her arms around his neck, and counted on her fingers, saying, "I have lots and lots of money."

"I used to make a lot of money playing cards."

"I'm very easy to take care of."

"And, and," she stammered, then after thinking seriously for a moment, said, "and our son can earn money so we can enjoy a comfortable life."

After saying that.

She looked at her son with expectant eyes.

Zhou Zhengchu always doted on her, saying, "Yes, Mother, I'm very good at making money."

Even though Mother looks radiant right now.

Both he and his father knew that her body would only gradually deteriorate.

He was unwilling to accept it.

I don't want to just accept my fate.