Yin Ruohong paused, but did not answer; she simply smiled.

He Jin turned around to defuse the situation: "I heard that Chairman Yin has several rare and precious white-crowned lotus flowers at home, and they are in bloom now. I wonder if I would be lucky enough to see them?"

"Of course!" Yin Ruohong quickly replied, "Your Highness, this way please!"

He Jin followed Yin Ruohong to see the flowers, chatting and laughing, while He Ya was left behind by the two of them, and her face immediately turned extremely ugly.

"Your Highness, please don't take it to heart!" a maidservant beside her whispered, trying to comfort her.

"Ha, what do I have to fuss about!" Heya sneered. "I am the future king. They dare to disregard me like this. They'll regret it later!"

“Yes, we have plenty of time!” The maid secretly winked at her, gesturing for her to look towards the window.

Heya went to the window and heard laughter coming from outside. Two figures were standing by the pool, none other than Sang Qing and Nie Xin...

The Yin Family Manor is located near the rainforest, with a pool connected to a bay, and lush palm trees lining the banks, filling the air with the fragrance of flowers.

What should have been a beautiful sight was, in Heya's eyes, like a steel needle piercing her heart.

Sang Qing was holding a small frog in her hand. Nie Xin, who was usually very fastidious, touched the frog's head, which made Sang Qing laugh out loud.

"Your Highness..." the maidservant cautiously observed her expression, "Should I go and invite Young Master Xin here?"

"No!" Heya gritted her teeth. "If he likes that kind of lowly woman, let him hang out with her!"

"Your Highness, it's not worth handing over Young Master Xin to someone else for the sake of a vile woman! There are plenty of ways to deal with that vile woman!"

Heya remained silent, then glanced at her again, but this glance almost made her eyes pop out—Sang Qing's hairband had fallen off, and her beautiful long hair suddenly cascaded down like a chestnut waterfall, shimmering in the sunlight.

Sang Qing was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and a tube skirt, with her back to the window... He Ya felt a shiver run through her body, and her heart trembled violently.

How come she never noticed before that Sang Qing's hair was also chestnut brown?

For a brief moment just now, if she hadn't known it was Sang Qing, she would have almost mistaken her for that madwoman from the western palace based on her attire and figure!

Heya gripped the window frame tightly, gasped, and then shook her head vigorously.

"Your Highness?" The maid asked with concern, "You look so pale, are you feeling unwell?"

"No……"

"If Your Highness is not feeling well, we should take our leave now!"

Heya nodded, and after a while, she calmed down and felt that her previous suspicions were absurd.

Sang Qing has a mixed-race face and used to be an unregistered resident without any identity. She has absolutely no connection with her aunt!

“However…” she frowned and muttered to herself, “it’s always better to be careful.”

"Your Highness, what did you say?"

"Find someone to investigate for me!" Heya ordered in a low voice. "Investigate Sang Qing's background in England, who she's associating with now... basically, investigate her thoroughly, understand?"

"yes."

"Keep this secret, don't let anyone know!"

...

In the evening, Huo Zhixing gently pushed open the door to the nursery and saw Jiang Can sitting by the crib, watching her sleeping son intently, a sweet smile on her lips.

It's like female fans swooning over male celebrities.

He smiled helplessly, feeling that his wife was almost obsessed. She could never get enough of looking at their son. Sometimes, before their son woke up in the early morning, she would wake up first and quietly watch him from the side of his crib.

Huo Zhixing was startled by her several times. Every time, he thought that her blank stare might mean she had postpartum depression.

Jiang Can rolled her eyes at him.

She just thought her son was so handsome, even when he was sleeping he was so cute.

Huo Zhixing asked her with a hint of resentment, "Didn't you once say that your husband is the most handsome man in the world?"

"Oh, really?" Jiang Can denied it. "You must have misheard!"

Huo Zhixing covered his face and sighed.

How wonderful the days were before she had a son... Back then, Jiang Can was gentle as water, as obedient as a little white rabbit. She loved to lean against his chest, saying it was the safest place in the world for her...

What about now?

Her son has taken over her body, her heart, and her whole world!

So Huo Zhixing tried every means to change all of this.

Weaning his son was one of his actions.

When Xiao Junyu was six months old, Jiang Can's breast milk gradually decreased and the quality was not particularly high. Moreover, at that time, the little guy's milk teeth were coming in, and his gums were itchy. Jiang Can was bitten by him and was in excruciating pain.

Just as the little one was grinding his teeth while nursing again, Huo Zhixing saw Jiang Can biting her lip tightly, sweating profusely from the pain but refusing to utter a sound. His heart clenched instantly.

She didn't dare to shout loudly for fear of frightening the child.

He won't indulge you.

Huo Zhixing picked up a bell to attract his son's attention. Little Junyu readily agreed, his big eyes darting around. Huo Zhixing smiled; he knew the boy wasn't really hungry, but just wanted to chew on his teeth!

"What are you doing?" Jiang Can asked, her eyes wide.

However, before she and Xiao Junyu could react, the man scooped up the little one and quickly handed him to the nanny, ordering in a deep voice, "Take him out and make formula!"

The nanny and the postpartum caregiver took the baby to another room.

Jiang Can rushed after him without even having time to put on her clothes properly, and didn't forget to glare at Huo Zhixing.

Huo Zhixing stopped her and held her tightly in his arms.

"Let me go!" Jiang Can punched and hit him, "Our son hasn't eaten enough yet!"

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