"Hmm?" Mo Xiaoqing tilted her head and looked at Ji Yao, her gaze slightly puzzled. "Back then what?"

"It's nothing," Ji Yao said, concealing the complex emotions in her eyes. "But then again, you were the one who took advantage of him, so why are you crying? Just because of his rejections?"

After saying that, Ji Yao looked at her and shook her head in disappointment at her lack of ambition.

If it's really because of this, then that's really pathetic!

“I didn’t cry because of that,” Mo Xiaoqing said, slumping her head on the table and pouting sullenly. “It’s because he’s going back to the army.”

She's not that kind of coward!

Ji Yao's eyes flickered slightly, her expression dazed, and she asked in a somewhat complicated voice, "The military? He's a soldier?"

"Yes, I only found out today too," Mo Xiaoqing sighed.

Her mature behavior, coupled with her pretty baby face, looked rather comical and quite mismatched.

"Yaoyao, what's wrong?" Mo Xiaoqing nudged the dazed Ji Yao, sensing that something was off about her expression.

"No," Ji Yao said, putting aside her thoughts and suppressing the complicated emotions in her heart, and smiled indifferently.

"I just suddenly remembered someone."

Mo Xiaoqing's eyes darted around, and she asked, "Ex-boyfriend?"

Ji Yao looked at her in surprise and asked with amusement, "How did you know?"

Was it really that obvious?

Mo Xiaoqing blinked mischievously, shrugged innocently, and said, "Because your eyes were filled with nostalgia and pain just now."

"Little Four, you're quite clever in this regard." Ji Yao felt a slight bitterness in her heart.

Do you miss it?

But no matter how much I miss the past, he'll never appear before me again...

In an instant, Mo Xiaoqing couldn't help but reveal a triumphant smile. Her white teeth were neatly aligned on her lips, which were bright red and beautiful, truly a case of red lips and white teeth.

"I've always been very smart."

Ji Yao was momentarily stunned by her smile, realizing that her guess had come true. Without trying to hide it, she corrected her, "However, not an ex-boyfriend, but a boyfriend."

They haven't broken up yet, because she wouldn't agree...

Upon hearing this, Mo Xiaoqing raised an eyebrow and asked curiously, "What about him?"

She was really curious about what kind of person could make Yao Yao show that kind of expression.

Moreover, with Yao Yao's calm and collected personality, what kind of outstanding person could possibly win her heart?

Ji Yao's smile carried a hint of bitterness, and she lowered her eyes to hide the sadness in them, replying in a rather dejected voice, "He's also a soldier; he joined the army."

Mo Xiaoqing pretended not to notice and joked, "Then we'll have to make him treat us family members to a meal sometime in the future."

Some things are better left unsaid; it's an obvious scar, why bother to expose it?

Ji Yao's eyes flickered, and she gave a vague reply.

But silently in my heart, I added, "Perhaps I'll never have that chance in this lifetime..."

Just as I was thinking of changing the subject, my phone rang on the table, and I suppressed my restless emotions.

She tapped her head, annoyed that she was being so weak, and said with concern, "You, stop secretly wiping away your tears. You're making your pretty little face ugly from crying."

Mo Xiaoqing, "..."

What a joke, don't scare her, she's easily frightened.

Even if she cries all day, she's still a fairy who's stunningly beautiful.

—This is the dividing line for Ji Muhan's return home—

night.

In the brightly lit military compound.

Ji Muhan stepped out of the car and strode into the courtyard.

"Young Master is back?" Mo Fei's eyes showed a hint of surprise.

"Hmm." Ji Muhan always treated Uncle Mo, the butler who had taken care of him since childhood, with a slight decrease in his usual coldness.

Although I can't remember faces, it's not a problem to remember voices to distinguish people's names.

"The old man has been waiting for you inside for a long time." Mo Fei stepped forward, lowered his voice, and said respectfully to him.

Ji Muhan paused, her eyes dark and deep as she looked at Mo Fei beside her.

His expression was indifferent, as if he were always like this, and nothing could move him.

Mo Fei sighed inwardly, knowing full well that no matter what he said, it would be useless against the young master's aloof and cold personality.

But she couldn't help but add, "Grandpa had your favorite dishes prepared early this morning, waiting for you to come back so we can eat together."

Ji Muhan's eyes flickered slightly as she entered the hall without a word, glancing indifferently at the dishes on the table.

"You're back. Have you eaten yet? If not, sit down and have a meal with us." Like Mo Fei, Ji Li's eyes lit up with undisguised surprise when he saw Ji Muhan's tall figure.

She spoke cautiously, as if afraid of startling Ji Muhan.

"Thank you, but no need. I've already eaten out." Ji Muhan refused him indifferently and aloofly.

Before Ji Li could speak again, she walked across the dining table and strode upstairs with her long legs.

Ji Li slumped back in his chair, sighed weakly, his eyes unfocused, and muttered to himself, "I just wanted to have a meal with you."

It's such a simple thing, yet it's also so difficult...

"I'm going back to the military base tomorrow." Suddenly, Ji Muhan's cool voice rang out at the stairwell. "You don't need to wait for me at the company. Make preparations as soon as possible."

Ji Li was stunned for a moment, watching Ji Muhan disappear into the stairwell without looking back.

Suddenly, he gave a wry smile, looked at the slightly cold food on the table, and waved his hand, "Tell them to take it away."

"Aren't you going to order anything?" Mo Fei asked with concern. "But if you don't eat, you might have a stomachache tonight."

Ji Li shook his head. "I won't eat."

I have no appetite.

If he's not eating, then I don't need to eat either. I prepared all these dishes specifically for him.

But he wouldn't even go through with a perfunctory response. Does he hate me that much...?

"That child, he said thank you so distantly just now. In his eyes, this home is probably just a stopover, and I am just a stranger with a blood relationship that cannot be severed, right?" Ji Li put his hand to his forehead, his tone even more desolate and complex.

But what can we do?

It was his fault to begin with, he was the one who caused the trouble, and he owed him.

Even if one listens with lowered eyes and meek demeanor, no matter how deeply one empathizes, one will only listen quietly.

For Ji Li now, he doesn't need to respond; he needs to listen quietly.

Moreover, if we're not strictly talking about it, he's just the Ji family's butler, and his position gives him no reason to interrupt.

Wealthy families may appear glamorous, but in reality, it's just a pretty shell; inside, they are utterly corrupt and decadent.

In the elite circles of the capital, the Ji family's current situation is already considered quite good...

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy; please do not reproduce it!