Chapter 75 Encounter with Ji Hebai
Zhong Qiao raised his head from his knees and looked up. What caught his eye was a little boy who was still childish.
It was about seven or eight years old, with a furry little head and childish eyes, looking at them curiously.
Although he is young, he behaves like a little adult, wearing a Zhongshan suit and a navy blue school cap.
Zhong Qiao's eyes lit up.
This outfit is only worn by the rich and noble, it is very exquisite and not something that ordinary people can afford.
"Little boy, come here." Mr. Zhong looked equally sharp and recommended a stroller.
While asking, "Do you have any younger brothers or sisters? If so, you can buy one. This one is safe and compact, and we've also made double insurance."
"Why should I tell you?" the little boy said in a baby voice, his face puffed up. "Are you the spy my grandfather mentioned? Are you here to curry favor with my grandfather like those people?"
Mr. Zhong was speechless for a moment.
This child looks quite smart, but he always says some incomprehensible things. Could he have become stupid because of studying too much?
Mr. Zhong didn't give up and continued to ask some tentative questions, but the little boy remained unmoved. He just stood there, too lazy to even open his mouth.
Mr. Zhong couldn't do anything to him.
Zhong Qiao followed the little boy's gaze and realized that he had been staring at the wooden sculpture of a pony in the corner of the stall.
The pony wood carving was casually carved by Zhong's father using scraps of material. It is the smallest of the wood carvings but the most exquisitely crafted.
"Like it?" Zhong Qiao picked up the wood carving and shook it.
The little boy said nothing, his eyes fixed on the wooden carving of the pony.
The main character is a tough guy, but his thoughts are written all over his face and eyes.
Zhong Qiao rubbed his furry little head. He wondered which child had run away. He looked like a little adult, and his temper was a bit like Zhong Siqi's when he was a child.
Zhong Qiao smiled and stuffed the wooden sculpture into his arms.
"Little guy, say something to your sister, and I'll give it to you."
He wanted to say something but hesitated, but still remained stubborn and didn't speak.
"Forget it, I won't push you." Zhong Qiao forced the wooden sculpture of the pony into his hands. "We're closing down soon anyway, so I'll just consider it a fate between us. I'm giving it to you."
The little boy finally moved. He raised his head, his eyes sparkling with stars, and stared at Zhong Qiao's face without blinking. Then, he looked at the amiable face of Zhong's father.
Zhong Qiao and his father were preparing to pack up and go home.
The silent little boy stared at the wooden sculpture in his hand for a long time before he looked up and said to Zhong Qiao's back, "I have a sister who is just one month old."
Zhong Qiao and Zhong's father stopped packing at the same time.
The little boy spoke again.
"Don't leave. Isn't there a car? Let me see it."
His tone was mature and commanding, like that of a small leader, and at least a department-level official.
Zhong Qiao couldn't bear to spoil his fun. It would only take a moment anyway. He could just touch it and let it take a look. It wouldn't waste much time.
"Okay, let me show you."
Mr. Zhong pushed the stroller in front of him for him to admire.
The little boy acted as if he wanted to be served.
"You, you." He gestured to Zhong Qiao with his chin, "Pick me up and put me in."
Zhong Qiao's eyebrows were raised.
Hey, this little guy is so rebellious, he actually dares to take advantage of her?
Mr. Zhong liked the little guy very much and put him in the stroller.
The stroller was obviously a bit crowded for a seven or eight-year-old child, but it did not stop the little boy from being very excited and asking questions.
"What is this?"
"Safety lock, leather."
"What about this? What are the two sides supporting the ground for?"
“It’s training wheels to prevent rollovers.”
Mr. Zhong patiently explained everything to him.
The little boy tried it, nodded with satisfaction, and spread his hands again, saying angrily, "Pick me up and put me down."
Zhong Qiao couldn't help laughing.
You know what, it's a bit like the red panda in the zoo. When it waves to people and asks for apples, it also makes this little gesture and an angry expression.
Zhong Qiao carried him down, and when he was halfway there, a cold and low voice suddenly came from behind him.
"What are you doing?"
It sounds very nice, like the magnetic performance of a violin, like the sound of flowing water in a spring, with a low ending tone, and when you listen carefully, it seems to be trembling.
Zhong Qiao froze and looked in the direction of the sound.
It’s Ji Hebai.
Coincidentally, he was wearing the same Zhongshan suit that he had worn when they first met in the compound.
He was naturally handsome, and with this tailor-made Zhongshan suit, he looked tall and graceful, like a red-crowned crane washing its feathers in the mirror in the middle of a lake, covered in light and snow.
Perhaps because he was too tired and had no time to take care of himself, Ji Hebai's originally smooth chin was now covered with stubble. However, this did not destroy his handsomeness, but instead added a bit of masculinity to him.
He stood at the gate of the courtyard, looking at Zhong Qiao quietly, his eyes so deep and unfathomable that he seemed to want to suck her in.
After a long time, Ji Hebai slowly spoke.
"Zhong Qiao, long time no see."
This was the first sentence he spoke.
Zhong Qiao was stunned for a moment, then realized that Ji Hebai still remembered her. After all, she had rejected him in public and even cuckolded him. If it were her, she would also remember this great humiliation.
Zhong Qiao thought for a long time about what the scene would be like when they met in the future and how to explain it, but this sudden meeting today left her speechless.
Since nothing you say is right, it’s better not to say anything.
Zhong Qiao simply pretended to be hard of hearing.
But Mr. Zhong thought she was being embarrassed, so he immediately showed his fatherly majesty and raised his hand to block between the two of them.
"He Bai, what a coincidence, why are you here?"
Ji Hebai's eyes slowly moved from Zhong Qiao to Zhong's father, and he looked at him. He opened his mouth slightly and was about to speak, but was suddenly interrupted by someone behind him.
"I asked him to come."
Ji Hebai was startled and moved aside.
A hunchbacked old man, leaning on a cane, with his eyes raised sharply, looked around until his gaze fell on the little boy. He frowned, looking intimidating without even being angry.
"Xiaowu, have you forgotten what grandpa said?"
The little boy trembled violently all over, and regardless of Zhong Qiao's attempts to stop him, he almost rolled and crawled, using his hands and feet to get out of the stroller.
He lowered his head and moved in front of the old man, hesitating.
"Grandpa, I just want to give this to my sister."
The weak explanation could not dispel the harshness of the second uncle of the Ji family.
The second uncle of the Ji family frowned and stared at his grandson's little head. After a while, he finally turned his gaze to Zhong Qiao and his daughter.
This glance was like falling into an icy hell.
"Zhong Qiao?" He asked doubtfully, turning his head to ask Ji Bai, but seemed to be talking to himself, "The girl from the Zhong family who is engaged to you?"
Zhong Qiao and Zhong's father's expressions changed slightly.
Ji Hebai spoke for them.
"Second uncle, yes, but this is a misunderstanding."
The second uncle of the Ji family sneered, glanced at Ji Hebai, and said in a meaningful tone: "You are quite protective of her."
Ji Hebai was silent and did not answer.
Uncle Ji looked at the objects behind Zhong Qiao and asked, "What are you doing?"
"I sell wood carvings and baby carriages," Zhong Qiao replied calmly, "to supplement the family income."
"Put it at my doorstep?" asked the second uncle of the Ji family.
The Zhong family came to visit him last time, and this time they came to his house again. Are they sure they don’t have any ulterior motives?
In this eerie silence, the little boy held the still warm wooden sculpture in his arms, slowly raised his head, and mustered up the courage to tug at the corner of Ji's second uncle's clothes.
He explained in a baby voice, "Grandpa, I wanted this so I could give it to my sister on her first birthday."
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