A boy who is handsome is pitifully cute even when he is crying in anger.
His dark eyes were moist and glistening, with crystal-clear water droplets falling freely from his eye sockets, quickly wetting his entire face.
He seemed extremely aggrieved.
It was clear that she was sobbing, whether from anger or sadness.
Jiang Yue squatted down, and the threats and inducements did not scare her away. Instead, her heartbreaking tears made her more easily soften.
She's naturally someone who responds better to gentle persuasion than force.
She gently wiped his face clean with a tissue. The boy's face was pale and rosy, with tears still clinging to his long eyelashes. His eyes were dark, staring at her intently, as if afraid she would disappear at any moment.
Jiang Yue felt a dull ache in her heart, an emotion she had never experienced before.
Seeing him cry like that must have been heartbreaking for me.
Is this what it means to feel sorry for someone?
Jiang Yue paused for a moment, then slowly placed her palm flat on her chest; she did feel a little uncomfortable.
It is said that only by remaining unmoved by emotions can one avoid being trapped by them.
Why would she develop feelings for a character in a book?
Love, hate, anger, and infatuation—she severed them cleanly the moment she entered this body, feeling like an outsider who had always remained detached from it all.
So she lived freely, doing whatever she wanted.
She doesn't follow the system's requirements, nor does she care what others think of her.
Jiang Yue snapped out of her daze. She touched the child's face; it was soft. She couldn't resist pinching it. She lied to the child, saying, "I didn't abandon you."
The child in front of me is a very smart child.
They're not easy to fool.
During her childhood, the princess had plenty of love from both her father and mother; she was a little princess who grew up surrounded by love.
When the sun was shining brightly, her father would push her on the swing when she was little, pushing her so high that she almost flew away.
Her mother would sleep with her and tell her stories. The priceless jewelry in the brocade box became toys held in her palm.
She has no shortage of love.
Her Highness doesn't know what it's like to be unloved.
That's why she used to be confused by the boy's persistent clinging to her.
"Look, you can still come to me now, can't you?" Jiang Yue sighed. This child is good in every way—good personality, good temper, smart and quiet, not at all like a future villain.
The only downside is that he's too clingy.
Although she doesn't usually say it, every time she's not home, she can always see a pretty little boy staring longingly at her from the doorway before she leaves.
"Mom, you're lying to me," the boy said expressionlessly.
Jiang Yue was stunned with embarrassment. Why had he suddenly become so sharp?!
She held his hand tightly, and the little boy, still sulking, didn't push her away but silently let her hold his hand.
Jiang Yue abruptly changed the subject, "What happened to the injury on your face? Did Zhou Ji hit you?"
The boy shook his head, looking sullen as if he didn't want to talk.
Zhou Ji answered for him: "He got into a fight with a classmate from kindergarten."
Jiang Yue never expected that Zhou Zhengchu, who looked so well-behaved and sweet, would get into a fight with a classmate from kindergarten, leaving a thumb-sized bloodstain on his cheek.
What child doesn't argue and bicker?
He just looked like he had lost; no wonder he looked so dejected when he came in.
Jiang Yue asked, "Did you lose?"
Zhou Ji said calmly, "No."
Kindergarten lets out at four o'clock, and it's almost six o'clock now.
The reason he arrived so late was to clean up the mess.
The other party was a fat man who was stronger than Zhou Zhengchu, but he was beaten so badly that he had no chance to fight back and needed to be hospitalized for a period of time.
The fat man was so scared he cried.
Adults have their own world, and children have their own world.
He casually repeated what he had heard from his parents at kindergarten.
“Zhou Zhengchu, my mom and dad said your parents are getting a divorce too. I overheard them! From now on, you'll be just like Ding Lele, forced to choose between your mom and dad.”
Zhou Zhengchu wore the clothes his mother bought for him to school today. They were clean and tidy, showing that he was a well-behaved child.
The clothes also have cute dinosaur patterns on them.
The boy, who never gets angry, suddenly became extremely angry: "Don't talk nonsense."
The fat man insisted, "I'm not making this up. Everyone knows about this. Will you live with your dad or your mom in the future? If they have another child, they won't want you. It's really pitiful."
Zhou Zhengchu stared at him coldly, without saying a word.
Although the fat boy was frightened by his gaze, he didn't want to admit defeat. Children are also very competitive: "Your mother just doesn't want you anymore."
"Your father won't want you anymore."
"Ding Lele's parents had a new child a year after their divorce."
Not long after he finished speaking.
Then, the sound of wailing and crying came from the classroom.
The kindergarten teacher heard the crying and rushed into the classroom, immediately calling the parents.
When Zhou Ji picked his son up from kindergarten, the boy obediently let his father hold his hand. After getting into the car, he lowered his eyes and whispered, as if talking to himself, "Mom doesn't want me anymore."
Zhou Ji paused for a moment, helped him fasten his seatbelt, and said calmly, "She didn't abandon you."
After a moment of silence, Zhou Ji continued, "What she doesn't want is me."
Then, Zhou Ji brought the child to Jiang Yue. He handled the situation perfectly, so as not to give her the feeling that he was still pestering her.
“It’s almost the weekend, let him stay here with you for the next couple of days.” Zhou Ji seemed to be a very competent father, and his suggestion seemed to come from the bottom of his heart, only considering the healthy growth of his child. He appeared to be completely selfless and open-minded: “I’ll come to pick him up the day after tomorrow.”
Jiang Yue said, "But I have to record a show tomorrow."
Zhou Jiyun said casually, "Then bring him to the recording tomorrow too."
Jiang Yue frowned. "Isn't this a bit inappropriate?"
Zhou Ji raised an eyebrow and glanced at the child who was tightly gripping her hand. "You can ask him for his opinion."
Jiang Yue looked down but didn't say anything.
I could feel the child's eyes were already brimming with tears of grievance.
She's so damn good-for-nothing, falling for that.
Jiang Yue said seriously, "I don't have time to take care of him."
Zhou Ji pondered for a moment, then calmly said, "Yes, he can take care of you."
The man looked down at the child, the tenderness in his eyes fading slightly, lacking the intensity he had shown when looking at her earlier. He earnestly instructed, "Take good care of your mother, okay?"
Jiang Yue: "..."
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