Silence enveloped the two of them.
He Xiao pondered Shen Linyue's words, his expression indescribable.
"So you knocked on my door in the middle of the night just to tell me this?"
Shen Linyue nodded seriously: "Yes, I can't bear to see you suffer even the slightest grievance."
But after hearing He Liyu's explanation, she felt that the father and son were not wronged at all in the way they had ended up in this situation, and even deserved it.
However, as the child's mother, she both loved and resented He Xiao.
He Xiao stared at her blankly for a long time before finding his voice.
"Pshaw! Do I need your pity?"
He reverted to his nonchalant self, looking down at her condescendingly, "I never feel wronged; it's only when I make others feel wronged that I do."
Shen Linyue smiled slightly: "I hope you can still say such things with a smile next time."
The smile on He Xiao's lips faded, and he stared intently at her, his brows furrowed: "What do you mean?"
However, Shen Linyue did not intend to continue speaking. Having received too much information, she needed to go back and rest.
"You'll see later. I'm sleepy. Goodnight."
He Xiao: "..."
You're really something, only saying half of what you mean.
But seeing the other person's tired face, he shut his mouth, which he wanted to ask.
"...Oh, goodnight."
What exactly did Lao He and Lin Yue talk about in the study behind his back?
Damn, I'm a little curious and frustrated.
As He Xiao watched Shen Linyue's departing figure, he was struggling with his thoughts when he saw the door to the study opposite open. The moment Old He stepped out, he immediately closed the door.
Oh, there's no way he'll ever face Lao He alone in his life. :)
...
Jiang Zhixing rarely took the initiative to inquire about his mother's affairs. Around the age of twelve or thirteen, after being warned by his mother, he never went to her room on his own initiative again.
He had just returned tonight, and when he asked about his mother, the housekeeper didn't hide anything from him.
Jiang Yanxin will not be going home tonight because she is busy with work.
When Jiang Zhixing heard this, he paused for a moment. He then thought of the relationship between Jiang Jinyu and his mother, and a strange thought popped into his head.
Is my mother really busy with work?
"I understand, I'm going back to rest."
As the future heir of the Jiang family, Jiang Zhixing has always been extremely indifferent to everything around him since childhood, and he speaks and acts coldly, so the butler did not sense anything was wrong.
"Madam asked me to give you a gift. She said she wants to wish you a happy birthday," the butler said with a smile, suddenly producing a gift box. "Madam also ordered a cake. Would you like me to decorate it for you?"
Jiang Zhixing stood there, stunned, staring at the gift handed to him by the butler, his mind reeling. So today was his birthday.
Looking at the empty and desolate villa again, the ripples that had been stirred in Jiang Zhixing's heart completely dissipated.
After hesitating for a moment, he reached for the gift and nodded to the butler in thanks: "Thank you, but no need for the cake, I'll go back and rest."
The butler was taken aback, watching the young master's departing figure, hesitant to speak, but ultimately said nothing.
Jiang Zhixing cleared his mind and walked upstairs, not particularly curious about what the gift in his hand would be.
As is customary, this box should contain things that are useful for studying.
Without realizing it, he found himself standing at the door of a bedroom.
He took out his phone, which had been vibrating because of the message, and opened it to check.
It was a birthday greeting from Jiang Jinyu, and he sent him a red envelope.
Jiang Zhixing thought for a moment and replied, "Thank you." He didn't even glance at the red envelope.
When he looked up at the bedroom door again, he suddenly realized something was wrong; he had unknowingly arrived at his mother's bedroom door.
There were no security cameras on this floor, and the only sound around him was his breathing. It was empty and lonely, a feeling he experienced every day and was already used to.
Jiang Zhixing stood there in a daze for a long time, holding the gift box, his mind filled with Lin Yue's words.
He only knew that his mother had a mild headache, but he didn't know that she had other problems.
Over the years, his mother's temper had been unpredictable, but he had never doubted her in the slightest.
Then I remembered how my mother had collapsed and turned pale last time.
Jiang Zhixing slowly placed his hand on the doorknob of the bedroom door.
Try it; maybe the door is locked from the inside, then he can leave.
However, it seemed that heaven did not hear his wishes. The doorknob was turned, the door opened, and the room was now pitch black and quiet.
It was his first time doing something like this and his first time entering his mother's bedroom, and he instinctively wanted to back away.
My mother will probably be angry if she finds out...
But all he wanted to do was worry about his mother's health...
Two emotions swirled in his mind, but the latter ultimately prevailed over the former. Jiang Zhixing walked straight into the bedroom without turning on the light.
...
The last class before New Year's Day.
He Xiao was in high spirits and was already thinking about where to take Shen Linyue to play in the southern part of the city during the holiday.
Shen Linyue just looked at him with great affection, occasionally offering a few words of advice.
Several tourist attractions I suggested were ultimately rejected by her "opinions".
He Xiao then looked at her, his eyes narrowing slightly: "You're very familiar with Nancheng? You know all these tourist attractions?"
Shen Linyue replied innocently, "Do you think I spend all my time online for nothing?"
As she said this, her gaze fell on Jiang Zhixing, who had already stood up in the front row, and she smiled at He Xiao after turning her gaze away.
"I have to go out for a bit."
Before He Xiao could even ask a question, he only saw Shen Linyue's hurried back. He was speechless.
What could be more important than him? :)
Jiang Zhixing noticed Shen Linyue when she came out of the classroom, but he didn't think much of it at the time.
Jiang Zhixing only stopped and turned to look at her after she followed him downstairs.
"You need something from me?" His gaze was extremely cold, like that of a robot devoid of emotion.
Shen Linyue met his gaze and smiled innocently: "This place is so small, can't I walk here?"
Jiang Zhixing pursed his lips, gave her a deep look, and then turned and left.
Shen Linyue watched his retreating figure, her eyes flickering slightly, before quickening her pace to catch up with him, her tone casual.
“Was yesterday your birthday? Sister Yanxin sent He Liyu a picture of her celebrating your birthday last night,” she tilted her head slightly and smiled sweetly, “Happy birthday, Jiang classmate.”
Jiang Zhixing: "..."
The scene from last night flashed through his mind; his mother was indeed not 'busy' after all.
But how did she see He Liyu's phone?
Jiang Zhixing stopped and turned to look at her, a smirk playing on his lips: "You and President He have a very close relationship? You can even look at each other's phones?"
Shen Linyue: "..." Young man, you've found the key point.
"What? You can't look at your mother's phone?" Shen Linyue replied innocently. "Sister Yanxin seems to be doing quite well. She should be alright now, right?"
Jiang Zhixing's smile faded, his eyes met Lin Yue's clear gaze, and his voice deepened: "Are you deliberately trying to tell me something?"
He remembered the pills he'd seen in his mother's drawer; they were for treating anxiety disorders and improving sleep...
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