Chapter 33 Escort

I won't be her cage, I'll only protect and safeguard her.

Chen Jingshu recuperated in the hospital until the Lunar New Year, when Chen Zhenfeng insisted on taking him to the Chen family's ancestral home, Chengyuan, to live out his days.

This secluded Chinese courtyard, surrounded by a crystal-clear mountain stream, is the perfect place to recuperate.

The large courtyard, however, seemed especially deserted as the year drew to a close.

The Chen family had few descendants. The eldest son, Chen Rongsheng, died suddenly in an accident after having only one daughter. The second son, Chen Rongqing, was injured on duty and after traveling to many places before returning to the capital, he was completely unable to have children. This led to the dramatic revelation of his absurd affairs when he was young and impetuous.

But times have changed. Chen Zhenfeng is now stuck in feudalistic and stubborn belief that male offspring must inherit the family line, and no one cares about that disgraceful and unscrupulous gathering anymore.

“That bastard hasn’t come back to the old house for six or seven years. He came back this year as soon as you became the general manager of Wanxiang. He’s definitely up to no good.” The elegant woman, dressed in a pale yellow silk cheongsam, lay lazily on the chaise lounge. Her tone was sharp and scathing. “Jinyi, you should take advantage of this opportunity to seize his assets.”

Chen Jinyi is thirty-eight years old. Her aura of being in a high position for a long time is etched with disdain for everything. Her domineering and aloofness is even more pronounced than that of her well-maintained mother.

Upon hearing Hua Jia's words, her first reaction was not surprise or anger, but rather that she found her mother's silliness endearing. "You make it sound so simple, like telling me to bring the sun home and hold it in my hands on a cloudy day."

Hua Jia naturally picked up on her sarcastic tone and started repeating her usual lines, "It's really hateful. If you were a son, I wouldn't have to worry about you being taken over by that kid all the time."

Chen Jinyi knew that his mother had become a widow at a young age, and the resentment that he was not her son had become a source of deep sorrow for her.

Hua Jia can steer a million sentences around the topic of "son".

"However, since that incident, Chen Jingshu has been sickly for several years, so my planning was not in vain."

Upon hearing this, Chen Jinyi frowned. "Mom, I have some things to take care of at the company, so I have to leave now."

Hua Jia immediately burst into tears, "You debt collector, you run away as soon as I mention those things. I did all this for you."

Chen Jinyi draped her suit jacket over her arm. The dashing woman suddenly turned around and stared straight into Hua Jia's eyes, saying ambiguously, "For my sake, stop playing games that skirt the edge of the law. Your daughter is only good at business. If your second uncle catches even half a thread, he can destroy us."

"Chen Jinyi, don't forget, your mother has been a widow for thirty-five years because of you." Hua Jia stopped crying in fright, but immediately put on the airs of an elder.

These words always hit Chen Jinyi's weak spot. "Mom, I naturally have ways to deal with this, but it's definitely not the kind of tricks you use behind the scenes."

Hua Jia said irritably, "You're so stubborn. You didn't get married and just devoted your youth to Hua Ren. You've worked so hard for so long, but you still can't compare to someone who had a son."

"..."

"Your grandfather..."

Chen Jinyi clicked her tongue, "This isn't my Xianghu Courtyard, watch your words."

Hua Jia was about to vent his frustrations, but he swallowed them back down.

"Cough cough..." Chen Jingshu waited until the mother and daughter finished chatting before letting Chu Yan push the wheelchair past the "Fangyuan Tiandi" small meditation room.

Seeing that Chen Jinyi was about to leave, he asked, "Aren't you going to have lunch before you go, big sister?"

Chen Jinyi looked at his pale face and weak appearance, and said indifferently, "You can eat with Grandpa. There is a multinational conference at the Wanxiang Investment Promotion Department."

"Why are you telling him so much?" Hua Jia rolled her eyes impatiently.

Chen Jingshu clenched his fist, coughed a few more times, as if his heart was about to break. "Then goodbye, eldest sister. I'll head back now."

Chu Yan then pushed Chen Jingshu straight away from the archway and headed towards the restaurant, saying, "There's more than one way to get to the restaurant, why do you have to come here and get a dirty look from your aunt?"

"My legs are so stiff from being cooped up like this." As the wheelchair rounded the corridor, Chen Jingshu stood up abruptly, completely unlike his previous sickly state. "I need to let my aunt see my current physical condition, otherwise how can I put her mind at ease?"

"You'd better sit back down right now, and play your part completely."

Chen Jingshu stretched his legs before sitting back in his wheelchair, and asked seemingly casually, "Is everything going smoothly at the company?"

"With me and Lao Ren in the company, your sister can't even get her hands on JING Capital."

"All projects are progressing smoothly, are there any problems?"

"No! We can still negotiate with another multinational company before the new year," Chu Yan replied truthfully, adding, "Although your heart condition isn't that serious, take good care of yourself and don't worry so much."

"That...that Hundred Schools Alliance..." He rambled on, still thinking about someone.

Chu Yan sighed, deliberately avoiding the answer he wanted. "We've partnered with Wanxiang Shopping Malls in various cities for a joint promotion: for every 100 yuan a customer spends during the New Year period, the group will donate 1 yuan to the Hundred Schools Endangered Animal Protection Alliance. The LED screen, promotional materials, and backdrops are all ready. The alliance and Group A are incredibly busy..."

Chen Jingshu stretched out his foot and forcibly stopped the wheelchair in the rarely used corridor. "Chu Yan, you know what I really want to ask."

Chu Yan pouted in anger and took out the jade Maitreya Buddha that he had kept for a long time from his pocket. "Fine, that person will give it back to you."

Chen Jingshu watched, his eyes slightly unfocused, and did not reach out to take it.

The two remained locked in a stalemate, as if as long as he didn't answer, there was still room for maneuver.

Seeing this, Chu Yan became even angrier. "Brother Jing, you're still thinking about her? She hasn't come to the company since then. I heard from her classmates in the alliance that she's busy with her graduation thesis and doctoral application, she's incredibly busy."

"You probably don't know yet, but she won a gold medal at an international art exhibition, and her painting was bought by the owner of Dicd for five million after tax! Now, she probably doesn't even think about you."

Chen Jingshu nodded and chuckled softly, "This wasn't her fault to begin with. What good girl would be willing to be a secret lover?"

"It's just to make her feel wronged for now; you're not really going to marry that eldest daughter of the Jiang family."

“Chu Yan, you still don’t understand her.” Chen Jingshu’s sigh deepened. “She’s living a hard life quietly, and she has no sense of security in her heart. This unsettling relationship is not her fault, but mine.”

Chu Yan: "She may be a bit proud... but why can't she do it for you..."

“You’re my brother, so of course you feel sorry for me. But put yourself in my shoes, if a man treated Qu Xi like that, would you still have the same attitude?” Chen Jingshu had thought a lot about this lately. At first, he couldn’t let it go, but after putting himself in Lin Yujing’s shoes, his heart started to ache.

Chu Yan scratched his head. "Brother Jing, that makes sense. But I just..."

“Once the owner of Dicd’s daughter receives the painting, take some photos of her birthday party. Also, help me contact the media in Yijing and promote this during the New Year period.” Chen Jingshu pondered for a long time. “The professor she applied to for her doctoral program is recruiting doctoral students in his last year. With these connections, both domestic public opinion and the success of her application will be in her favor.”

"Brother Jing, Jingjing is nice, but you really don't plan to find someone else?"

Chen Jingshu raised his eyes, looking at Chu Yan with slight displeasure, and said solemnly, "She is not a delicate flower who is naive to the ways of the world, nor is she willing to be a nightingale in a gilded cage for people to admire. She has her own ambitions and plans, and I have promised to respect all her ideas."

"So I won't be her cage, I'll only protect her."

Chu Yan sighed, "This damned engagement, this damned requirement of matching social status."

Chen Jingshu raised an eyebrow and looked at the lush mountain stream. "Making a name for yourself in Yijing certainly requires too many external conditions, and marriage is all about matching social status. But I, Chen Jingshu, don't care. But since she cares, why not use all my connections to pave a glittering road for her?"

Perhaps it was after experiencing a life-or-death situation, when the soul was adrift in nothingness.

Chen Jingshu suddenly realized that instead of dating, marrying, having children, and living an ordinary life with Lin Yujing, he was better off.

He wanted to start from the beginning and heal her lack of security, the disappointments, the brokenness, the inferiority complex, and the scars in her life.

He was determined to bridge those insurmountable gaps, little by little.

The path she is about to take should be paved with jade, planted with flowers, and plated with shimmering gold.

He will not be an obstacle in her path; he will wait for her triumphant return at the finish line.

"It won't be too late for me to fall in love with her when she has no reservations."

-

When Chu Yan pushed him to the restaurant, Chen Rongqing and Chen Zhenfeng had been waiting for a long time.

Chen Jingshu leaned listlessly against his wheelchair, showing no sign of the energy and spirit that comes with youth.

It's more like a feeling that spreads from the heart to the whole body, leaving one completely devoid of vitality.

"Have you been feeling any better these past two days recuperating at home?" Chen Rongqing asked with a smile as he saw him approach. The expression on his face was more like a leader concerned for a subordinate than a father concerned for his son.

Chen Jingshu nodded weakly, "Thank you for your trouble, Grandpa."

Chen Zhenfeng waved his hand repeatedly, inviting him to sit down next to him. The old man, who was a big shot in Beijing, even personally served him soup. "I told you a long time ago to move to the old house, but you insisted on building a courtyard house on the top floor of Wanxiang. How can a person live without a courtyard that is not connected to the earth?"

"Grandpa is right." The old man truly cared for him, and Chen Jingshu always knew how to be appreciative. He took the blue and white porcelain bowl and then served Chen Zhenfeng some food.

“Your father and I originally wanted to take advantage of the New Year to let you meet that girl from the Jiang family properly and spend a few more days together. But you suddenly fell ill and were hospitalized, and that girl from the Jiang family also left after returning to China for half a month.” Chen Zhenfeng sighed, looking very worried. “I don’t know if I will be able to see my great-grandson before this old man dies.”

Chen Jingshu smiled faintly, "Miss Jiang is free-spirited and unrestrained. Actually, the two of us aren't..."

“That’s not the way to be carefree,” Chen Rongqing interrupted him directly. “If you’re always flying around the world, how will you take on the responsibilities of being a wife and mother after you marry into the Chen family?”

Chen Jingshu put down his chopsticks and said with great seriousness, "But actually, my health might also hinder Miss Jiang's plans. Grandpa, after all these years, perhaps this engagement can be cancelled because of my poor health..."

"Chen Jingshu!" Chen Rongqing rarely called him by his full name, and this time his expression turned serious. "You'd better not have any other wild ideas. When two families form an alliance, it's a matter of course to heaven and earth."

Chen Jingshu's tone was indifferent, but with a hint of sarcasm, "As a public servant, how can Dad still have faith in heaven and earth? It's not good if this gets out."

Even politicians who are usually high-ranking and refined, only slightly narrow their eyes when they get angry.

Chen Zhenfeng, sensing the tension between father and son, tried to mediate: "Jingshu! Listen to your grandfather, everything is negotiable, but the engagement of the Jiang family girl must not be called off."

Chen Jingshu knew this matter wouldn't be easy to resolve, and today he was just testing the waters with the two of them.

So he changed the subject and said as a compromise, "Grandpa, I want to go back to Pengzhen for the New Year this year."

Chen Rongqing spoke first, "No!"

-

Winter in Columbus, the capital of Ohio, is cold and wet.

Jiang Yingli, wearing a light pink imperial dress, sat barefoot in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor. The sunlight shone on her face, making her look sickly and pale.

"Xiao Li, drink your milk and go to sleep." Jiang Yingzhi, dressed in dark brown home clothes, looked even more frail and thin against the backdrop of a man who regularly works out.

Jiang Yingli's eyes were slightly vacant as he turned his head away. "You'd better not give me a chance."

This was a sign that she was about to go crazy, but Jiang Yingzhi was already used to it and asked calmly, "Do you want braised beef brisket or pork rib soup for dinner?"

Jiang Yingli threw down the book in her hand, stood up barefoot, walked straight to him, and smashed the glass of milk against the corner of the wall. "What do you want to eat? Can I eat my brother?"

Jiang Yingzhi's face showed a strange reaction, his brows furrowed slightly, and he warned her, "Xiao Li!"

"Coward!" Jiang Yingli glared at him. "You coward who fell in love with your sister but doesn't dare to admit it!"

Jiang Yingzhi turned around, picked up a broom from the corner of the wall, and swept up the broken glass shards on the floor.

She never wears shoes at home, so as not to puncture the soles of her feet.

"Why won't you answer me?" Jiang Yingli was even more afraid that he would remain silent, so she followed behind him.

“You said it yourself, you’re my sister, so there’s no love between us.” Jiang Yingzhi stopped her from running around.

Jiang Yingli was like that; the more he forbade her to do something, the more she would rebel. At this moment, she quietly stepped on a shard of glass, barefoot, and said, "I already told you, I saw Chen Jingshu's first love at the Yonghe Temple. They are very much in love!"

“You know better than I what the outcome will be between them.” Jiang Yingzhi’s words were ambiguous, but they struck a chord with Jiang Yingli.

She plunged the shards of glass deep into the sole of her foot, the sharp pain instantly spreading throughout her body, but her heart seemed to come alive again. "Then what kind of ending would it be if I married him? My brother knows better than I do!"

Seeing her movement, Jiang Yingzhi immediately picked her up in a princess carry and headed towards the bedroom.

"Brother, someone demonstrated this for us. If you can't marry the person you love, you can..."

"Jiang Yingli, you can't!"

"My name is Jiang Li, don't call me Jiang Yingli!" Blood stained her dress and her eyes. "Why can Chen Jingshu give up everything in the Chen family for his first love, but you can't give up the Jiang family for me? We've only ever had each other since we were little."

Jiang Yingzhi, holding a first-aid kit, knelt beside her bed. "Bear with it, it hurts a little."

The moment the glass was pulled out of my foot, it really hurt, and the bloodstains on my skirt were strangely similar to that night.

Jiang Yingli suddenly grabbed Jiang Yingzhi by the collar, cupped his lips and kissed him forcefully, "Brother, it hurt just like that night. It hurt when it went in, and it hurt when it was pulled out. But I felt like I was alive."

The girl's lips were soft and moist, possessing a captivating allure.

But there will still be moments when it instantly brings someone to their senses.

Jiang Yingzhi forcibly pulled her away; the blood in her mouth was indistinguishable from whose.

His expression suddenly changed, and he looked at her with a warning, his voice low and fierce, "Don't mention that night again."

Jiang Yingli had a pale, sickly smile on his face. He raised his chin and knelt down in front of Jiang Yingzhi. "That night, you tore my clothes and pinned me down. You said that possessing my heart wasn't enough, you also wanted to possess my body."

"Shut up!"

“My parents have never cared about us, so why should we be sacrificed again and again?” Jiang Yingli’s eyes were wet, her empty expression was broken and thought-provoking. She twirled her hair and hooked her toes at Jiang Yingzhi’s abdomen and hips. “I will have my own way of destroying this marriage.”

Jiang Yingzhi held her foot, still stopping her from moving. "That night was an accident, and it won't happen again. You'd better not ruin yourself or the Jiang family."

After saying that, Jiang Yingzhi turned around, leaving her alone in the bedroom.

The door rotates as soon as it closes.

Jiang Yingli then realized that he had been locked up again.

She stumbled off the bed, stepping through a trail of bloody footprints, and knelt behind the door. "Brother! You can't do this to me. You can't leave me alone in the shadows."

"You can't be an accomplice to Mom and Dad, brother!"

"You bastard! Jiang Yingzhi, you're a coward!"

You lied to me too!

In the dead of night in Columbus, the temperature plummeted.

In the living room on the first floor, only one table lamp was lit.

A layer of frost formed outside the window, shrouding the outside world in a hazy, misty yellow.

Jiang Yingzhi poured himself a glass of wine, and just as he was about to tilt his head back and take a sip, his mind drifted back to what had happened not long ago.

He considers himself to have a pretty good alcohol tolerance, and low-alcohol drinks have always only served to help him sleep.

But it still stirred up the resentment and unwillingness that he had suppressed under his meridians.

Jiang Yingli told him that Chen Jingshu had always had a first love, and the two were very much in love.

The gentle and refined man couldn't hold back his temper and rear-ended Chen Jingshu's car in the street, forcing it to stop.

When he and Chen Jingshu got into a fight, it seemed like they were acting out of personal motives; neither of them spared the other.

Chen Jingshu grabbed his collar and said, each word like a dagger stabbing into his heart, "I've always known what I want. Don't even mention one Hua Ren, even a hundred or a thousand Hua Rens can't compare to Lin Yujing."

When he got home that night, his usually unwell sister actually took the initiative to drink with him.

He should have realized that the little thing had been up to no good.

She said she was left in the shadows.

She was clearly the one desperately trying to escape the shadows; he was merely the chosen accomplice.

-

The streets and alleys of Beijing are filled with the festive atmosphere of the New Year.

Lin Yujing had just attended an art association's year-end awards ceremony, but she was preoccupied with her commercial work and rushed back to her school's art studio without even having lunch.

Jiang Tingyun, a junior undergraduate student, sat next to her, her eyes shining, looking infatuated. "Senior, you're the idol of the whole college now."

The Academy of Fine Arts at Tsinghua University produces several idols every year.

Lin Yujing has suffered setbacks from society over the years, and her personality has become introverted and pessimistic. She has been criticized by professors more than once for being lifeless, which is a fatal blow to an artist.

What are your thoughts on being called the most sought-after healing-themed young painter in China by the media?

"My thought is that it's important to listen less to the media's hype and to stay true to yourself."

She seemed somewhat oblivious to her sudden surge in popularity, perhaps because it was linked to Chen Jingshu's name from the beginning, or perhaps she didn't feel like she was the same person those marketing terms described.

A young painter with a healing aura, yet she herself is filled with melancholy.

People who have suffered for too long will not develop a sense of dependence on flowers that suddenly bloom.

Instead, they should reassure themselves early on, so that if it's just a fleeting moment, they won't be unable to accept their original selves after waking up from this illusion.

She prefers the feeling of being down-to-earth. For example, she recently received an order from a Zhejiang businessman who wants her to paint a birthday picture for her mother's 90th birthday next year.

The deposit alone amounted to 80,000 yuan paid on the same day.

"Senior sister," Jiang Tingyun said, cupping her face in her hands, "I will remember what you said and stay true to myself."

Lin Yujing pursed her lips, thinking to herself that the celebrity effect was truly amazing...

Just then, her phone rang, which she initially thought was work-related.

I never expected it to be customer service from Pengzhen Yilou B&B.

Gao Jiadong: [Hello, miss. The guests who checked in during the Spring Festival have checked out. Do you still need their services?]

Lin Yujing was momentarily stunned.

The night before last, she was working on her manuscript until the early hours of the morning. Feeling dizzy and disoriented, she clicked on a certain social media platform to relax.

I usually recommend various paintings to her homepage. I wonder if she overheard her casually mentioning to Qi Woxue that she was planning to spend the New Year alone in a city.

Surprisingly, they started recommending nearby cities for her to visit, as well as some guesthouses and hotels suitable for the Spring Festival.

But the only thing that lured her to click on it was the homepage image of a homepage with the ID "Pengzhen·Yilou B&B".

Even after seven years and the courtyard had been renovated, she still recognized it at a glance as the guesthouse that Chen Xuan had left for Chen Jingshu.

So, almost against her will, she clicked on the link and sent a private message asking if there were any rooms available for the Spring Festival.

The next day, customer service replied: "Sorry, the rooms for the Spring Festival are already booked."

Lin Yujing couldn't help but feel regretful. She had originally thought that if she couldn't go to his side, it would be good to secretly go to a place where he smelled.

Especially after Li Yan and Lin Yuyan returned to their hometown, and she had saved enough money to study in the United States, it became particularly important for her to fill the gap in her meager mental and material life.

Lin Yujing quickly replied: 【Yes!】

Only then did she think to ask if there would be any other people during the Chinese New Year.

As for that other person, perhaps there is another name—Chen Jingshu.

But then I thought, for a wealthy family like the Chen family, social interactions during holidays are indispensable, and the whole family must spend the holidays together.

Gao Jiadong: [Please fill in your personal information and pay a deposit via this link.]

Lin Yujing clicked on the merchant's link, edited her name, then paused and deleted it.

He turned to Jiang Tingyun and asked, "Junior Sister, where are you from?"

"I'm from Shu City."

"Would you mind if your senior sister used your ID to book a guesthouse?"

Lin Yujing's vampire mother and younger brother have never been a secret within the academy.

Jiang Tingyun immediately imagined a story: "Senior sister, are you still hiding from your mother?"

Lin Yujing nodded, "I don't want her to know where I am."

Jiang Tingyun, showing great loyalty, took out her ID card from her bag and handed it to her, saying, "Senior sister, I support you!"

Lin Yujing pulled Jiang Tingyun along to fill out the homestay information.

On the day she was leaving for the high-speed rail station, she didn't forget to give Jiang Tingyun a set of master-customized painting brushes as a token of her gratitude.

-

On the evening of the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, Lin Yujing arrived at Pengzhen High-Speed ​​Railway Station.

Kao Chia-tung picked her up in the guesthouse's shuttle bus and introduced her to the unique attractions of Penghu along the way.

It has been seven years since she last visited Pengzhen.

Surprisingly, apart from the street renovations, the rest of the streetscape is exactly the same as it was seven years ago.

"It seems like nothing has changed here," she murmured.

"Have you been here before?" Gao Jiadong asked.

Lin Yujing nodded, "Seven years ago, I lived here for more than a year."

Upon hearing this, Gao Jiadong immediately said with a proud expression, "Pengzhen was renovated two years ago, but it has retained most of its original flavor. This is because the owner who invested in it is the owner of our Yilou B&B, who is also a native of Pengzhen."

Lin Yujing smiled faintly, secretly wanting to ask something, but afraid of stirring up her own feelings, she just bit her lip and said nothing.

Upon arriving at the courtyard, Gao Jiadong busied himself helping her with her luggage. "All the facilities here are newly installed. Apart from your room, you can use the kitchen, dining room, and small garden on the first floor without worry. However, the second floor is our boss's private residence, so it's not convenient for you to visit it."

Lin Yujing knew that this was a rule set by Chen Xuan in the past, so she didn't ask any further questions.

“During the New Year period, you will be the only one staying in the courtyard. If you have any urgent needs, Ms. Jiang, please contact me directly via WeChat. I will be staying at the convenience store in the center of town,” Gao Jiadong concluded.

After hearing this, Lin Yu breathed a sigh of relief, unable to tell whether she felt dejected or relieved.

She gave Gao Jiadong a local specialty from Yijing as a thank-you gift.

That evening, she took her camera and drove around the town alone.

Pengzhen No.1 Middle School underwent a renovation, and the walls that had previously peeled and flaked were now covered with vermilion bricks.

Many new facilities have been added at the school gate. Even though it was cold and dark, she still saw a line of small print that read: Donated by renowned alumnus Chen Jingshu.

Lin Yujing took a tissue, breathed on it, and wiped the dusty words clean.

She put her hands in her pockets, wanting to wander around the school a bit more, but was stopped by a security guard. "Young lady, it's holiday time now, you can't visit."

Lin Yujing's pale face was red from the cold. Suddenly, she had an idea and handed her camera to the security guard, saying, "Uncle, I'm a graduate from here. I'm going abroad to study next year and probably won't be coming back. Could you take a picture of me with the school gate?"

Chinese people have always respected scholars, and elders especially love children who excel in their studies.

Upon hearing that she was about to study abroad, the security guard immediately agreed, and couldn't help but ask with concern, "Why aren't you coming back for your studies?"

Lin Yujing couldn't help but feel dejected, "I have no relatives left in China."

-

She wandered around the town for a while longer until she filled the camera's memory card before returning to her guesthouse.

The yard is equipped with lights that automatically turn on when the gate is opened.

It's like someone is waiting specifically to turn on the light for her.

Lin Yujing sighed and went back to her room to sleep.

The layout of the first floor must have been renovated, because she remembered that her first time with Chen Jingshu was here.

The area that used to be a bathroom has been converted into a relaxation area, and the bed has been moved to the window.

Chen Xuan used to prefer a pastoral style, but now her style leans more towards the influencer Instagram look.

Lin Yujing took a shower, and as soon as her head hit the pillow, she wondered if it was because she was too tired lately or because she had been thinking about too many things.

She fell asleep quickly.

The next morning, she vaguely heard the sound of a door opening in the courtyard.

She was still feeling sleepy when she remembered Gao Jiadong saying that she would be alone during the Spring Festival, and she immediately sat up in surprise.

She cautiously lifted a corner of the curtain, and the faint morning light immediately rushed into the room.

Through the crack, she saw Chen Jingshu wearing a dark long woolen coat push open the door and enter.

Approaching his hometown, he felt apprehensive. He first stopped in the center of the courtyard, then looked around at every corner, his eyes filled with longing and a restrained emotion.

Finally, his gaze seemed to linger on where she was standing, and he strode over with confident strides.

Lin Yujing's heart jumped into her throat, and her hands and feet began to feel cold.

A note from the author:

A secondary couple has appeared!

Jiang Yingli x Jiang Yingzhi, pseudo-orthopedics, running away with a baby.

This is also a story of two children who have suffered hardship. To avoid spoilers, their background will be revealed gradually.

Xiao Li said, "My appearance is not to separate Jingjing and Ashu. I want them to join forces with me and help each other succeed!"

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