Chapter 51 I want you to stay with me.

Li Mushi is much older than Li Kaiji. When he was a child, Li Kaiji and Sheng Man took care of him patiently and meticulously. Li Zhan is his nephew.

Regardless of kinship or social norms, Jing Ge is simply not fit to be discussed.

Li Zhan is the one he should be taking care of.

Jing Ge's question was actually quite irritating.

The person who helped her may have already overcome their mental difficulties and abandoned their principles and bottom lines. She should have been grateful, but instead, she acted like a petty person who had gotten away with something, asking them for help in return and making them feel embarrassed for no reason.

As soon as the words left his mouth, Jingge regretted them.

Li Mushi lowered his eyelashes, his gaze seemingly fixed on the damp chestnut pumpkin, as if her question had revealed some unspeakable secret, and he was suffering from the condemnation of his conscience and morality.

"I'm sorry, Uncle," Jing Ge said hurriedly, "I misspoke..."

She got anxious.

She had stayed at the official residence for too long, and the company's excuses had long since fallen apart. Zhang Hong and Amanda could no longer keep it a secret for her.

If she stays any longer, she will soon be discovered.

It will also implicate Li Mushi.

But she didn't want to leave. Just imagining this house, leaving Li Mushi's protection, made her feel suffocated. She was afraid to face those things and those people alone.

She was drowning, and Li Mushi was her only lifeline. She clung to him too tightly and too hastily, dragging the man who was trying to save her into the water as well.

She is really selfish.

Li Mushi's aura was low, his expression dark and unreadable. He wanted to teach her a lesson, but his anger dissipated when he caught a glimpse of her wiping her eyes.

How old is he? How old is she?

Arguing with a child.

Li Mushi sighed silently: "Turn the page."

Jing Ge said in a soft, nasal voice, "I'm sorry."

Li Mushi selected a knife and began chopping vegetables: "Turn the page."

Jing Ge wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, not daring to be coy, and took the initiative to pick up the vegetables next to him to wash them.

He stopped talking.

I was afraid that I might say something wrong without thinking.

The chestnut and pumpkin were cut into boat shapes, and the only sounds in the kitchen were the running water and chopping vegetables.

Li Mushi paused for a moment: "The hot water is on the right."

Jingge lowered his head and said, "I'm not cold."

Li Mushi: "Turn on the hot water."

It's only October, how cold could the water be? But his tone was serious, and Jing Ge had just gotten into trouble, so he didn't dare to argue and obediently changed it to hot water.

She obeyed and behaved, and the pent-up frustration in Li Mushi's chest inexplicably rose to his throat.

"Jingge".

"Uncle."

“I said turn the page,” he emphasized, “do you remember?”

Jing Ge nodded with his head down.

Still diligently washing the vegetables.

“No need to wash,” Li Mushi said. “Let’s go watch TV.”

Jingge turned off the water and, following his instructions, went to the living room.

Li Mushi's anger deepened: "Come here."

Jingge looked over with a questioning gaze.

Li Mushi lifted one arm: "The handkerchief is in my pocket, take it out yourself."

His hands were both wet and had pumpkin residue on them.

Jingge shook his head.

Li Mushi gave no room for refusal: "Take out your hands and wipe away your tears."

Jing Ge simply rolled up his sleeves and roughly wiped it clean.

Li Mushi frowned, probably furious: "Is the handkerchief poisonous?"

“The handkerchief isn’t poisoned,” Jingge said without looking at him. “I have one.”

"......"

He's really gone mad.

"Tell me, how did you turn the page?"

Jing Ge paused for a moment: "Be careful with your words and actions. The less you say, the fewer mistakes you make; if you don't say anything, you won't make a mistake."

Li Mushi wanted to press his temples, but he couldn't move his hands.

“This isn’t turning the page,” he pointed out. “It’s seven parts internal strife and three parts holding a grudge.”

Jing Ge: "".

How could she hold a grudge?!

She has only herself to blame and is utterly ashamed!

Li Mushi glanced at her for two seconds and said calmly, "Continue washing."

"......"

My hand had just touched the food.

The man said just two words: "Speak."

Jing Ge: "What did you say?"

Li Mushi: "Say whatever you want."

Jing Ge pressed down on the vegetables and submerged them in the water: "I have nothing to say."

Li Mushi: "People who hold grudges will shrink 10 cm in height by the time they are 60 years old."

"..." Jing Ge looked up in shock. "You're making this up, aren't you?"

Li Mushi replied expressionlessly, "Hmm."

Jing Ge: "".

I'm impressed!

She was truly impressed by this father!

"Uncle," Jing Ge said, trying to make conversation, "your birthday is coming soon, isn't it?"

Li Mushi: "However."

Jing Ge: "......"

What else is there to say!

How many words could she possibly say to withstand his way of talking?!

Jingge even wanted to throw the vegetables in her hand at him.

But then she thought about how these were all dishes she loved, and that he had to cook them; ingredients and a chef were both indispensable, so she decided against it.

That night, Jingge tossed and turned, knowing that things couldn't be delayed any longer.

If Li Mushi hadn't pulled her out of the way, it's hard to say whether she would have died in the apartment.

But the thought of what she was about to face brought back the numbness in Jing Ge's throat.

After staying up all night, Jingge had a small bluish tinge on her eyelids.

"Uncle," Jing Ge hesitated for a long time during breakfast, "why don't I just run away?"

Li Mushi helped her serve the porridge, unmoved: "Okay."

Jing Ge: "Why don't you try to persuade me?"

Li Mushi: "I'm afraid of provoking your rebellious spirit. The more I tell you not to run, the more you want to run."

"..." Jing Ge was a little embarrassed and angry, staring at his hands, which were so deliberate and beautiful that even serving porridge looked wonderful. "Li Mushi."

The man indeed gave him a cold look.

Jingge asked expectantly, "Will you be there?"

“You don’t need to be afraid of her,” Li Mushi said calmly. “Even the deepest scheming is useless in the face of brute force.”

Jingge looked bewildered: "Who's acting recklessly?"

A faint smile played on the man's lips: "I'm just telling you, do as you please. Don't try to figure out her intentions, and don't be afraid of falling into her traps. If you're unhappy, just flip the table and beat her up. We've been through a murder case, what are you afraid of?"

"......"

She had forgotten about the beheading case.

“There are only two ways to solve a problem,” Li Mushi said. “One is that if it’s too chaotic and can’t be sorted out, burn it down. The other is that if it’s not chaotic enough, then make it chaotic and burn it down.”

Jing Ge murmured, "I want you to stay with me."

Li Mushi remained unmoved: "I'm going to help you prepare the materials for sneaking away."

Jing Ge suddenly became angry: "You think I can't do it?"

Li Mushi: "Half and half."

"..." Jing Ge was silent for two seconds, then slammed his hand on the table, "You actually bet on Zhuo Yueyue to win?"

Li Mushi choked for a moment.

“Half and half means I have a 50% chance of winning,” Jing said. “Does she have a 50% chance of winning?”

That's correct.

But the way she speaks changes the meaning of her words when she changes the subject.

Li Mushi: "Never mind what I said."

Jing Ge: "Then answer again, do you think I can't do it?"

Li Mushi: "..."

“Alright, Uncle,” Jing Ge stopped his unreasonable behavior and spoke in a soft voice, “Don’t be afraid, I just want to test whether the medicine has damaged my brain.”

It looks alright.

They could all leave Li Mushi speechless.