He lowered his eyes to look at the fingers on the corner of his clothes, and said expressionlessly: "Let go."

Yan Zixiu hesitated for a moment, then trembled slightly and curled up his fingers.

For some reason, Jing Shaoci suddenly became even more angry.

"Yan Zixiu, you are also a heavenly master, I..."

He stopped himself from saying the next words.

Jing Shaoci stood up angrily with the water cup, and when he left, he closed the door of the guest room very loudly.

He went downstairs to the kitchen and unexpectedly saw the figure of Jing Fengyi.

"Dad, you haven't slept yet so late."

Jing Fengyi said nothing, but slowly served a bowl of porridge, and then said: "Your mother is hungry, I asked someone to cook medicinal porridge."

After that, he seemed to be talking to himself: "It's so late at night, people must be hungry."

Jing Shaoci originally thought that his father would definitely ask about Yan Zixiu, and he could explain it clearly.

Unexpectedly, after Jing Fengyi said these two sentences, he directly took the bowl and prepared to go upstairs.

"Dad."

Jing Fengyi stopped, but did not turn around, "What's wrong."

When the words came to his lips, Jing Shaoci seemed to be choked and couldn't say it.

In the end, he had to say good night.

Jing Fengyi turned around suddenly and looked at him coldly with a look of disappointment.

When two people live together, there will be friction even if they love each other.

But as a man, what's wrong with bowing to his wife? Are you afraid of losing a few pounds?

Thinking of this, Jing Fengyi narrowed his eyes unhappily and said, "Not like me at all."

As soon as he entered the room after going upstairs, Xie Wanxin came up to him expectantly, "How is it, husband, did Xiaoci scoop porridge for Xiuxiu to drink?"

Jing Fengyi looked at her and shook his head.

Xie Guanxin sighed in disappointment, but after a few seconds she raised her head and said, "I know my son well, he will definitely find a way to get Xiuxiu to eat."

After that, she immediately walked back to the bedside and picked up her phone, "I have to remind the housekeeper to tell them not to come to the main house."

After Jing Fengyi left, Jing Shaoci stood there for several minutes.

When he came to his senses, he was standing in front of the pot to serve porridge.

With a "bang",

Jing Shaoci was extremely angry and threw the bowl and porridge into the sink.

He didn't understand why he had come to this point and would subconsciously do such a thing.

Just like when nothing happened back then, his heart and eyes were full of that handsome little Taoist priest.

He didn't understand even more. It was him who picked up Yan Zixiu first, but he chose to become a Taoist priest in that broken Taoist temple.

He was also the first to make a promise with Yan Zixiu to spend their lives together, but in the end, the other party chose Lu Wuchen.

Yan Zixiu gave up on him twice without any scruples.

Jing Shaoci punched the kitchen counter and left the kitchen without looking back.

After a while, the housekeeper's cell phone rang.

He coughed a few times, and after getting ready, he pressed the answer button.

"Uncle Yang, you are here..."

Before Jing Shaoci could finish his words, the housekeeper said angrily, "Young Master, I don't know if I have high blood pressure. I have a terrible headache, and my legs and hands are swollen. I feel sleepy after taking the medicine."

The housekeeper talked a lot, describing himself as an old man who was about to die.

After waiting for him to finish, Jing Shaoci said directly: "Then let..."

"The weather has been hot and cold recently. Most of the people in the family are sick. The young master is less than two years old. What if he is infected? So the lady asked them to go back to recuperate."

Jing Shaoci took a deep breath and said, "The chef just finished cooking porridge. Call him over to send it over."

"The chef went home to go on a blind date overnight. He

is an old man and the family is worried." Uncle Yang has been employed by the family for more than 30 years. Even if Jing Shaoci knew that every word he said was a lie, he would not turn his face and expose it.

With a beep, the call ended.

The housekeeper looked at the screen of the mobile phone and nodded with relief.

Jing Shaoci's reaction was completely different. He threw away his phone and sneered, "You won't starve to death anyway."

Ten minutes later, Jing Shaoci appeared at the door of the guest room with a dark face.

When he pushed the door open, he deliberately made a loud noise, but Yan Zixiu didn't react at all.

Jing Shaoci walked over and found that the other person's forehead was full of cold sweat, as if he was in great pain even in his sleep.

He immediately put down the bowl of porridge in his hand and sat down on the bed.

"Yan Zixiu."

Jing Shaoci turned his head and called out indifferently, but Yan Zixiu still didn't regain consciousness.

After calling a few times, he turned around and leaned over and said, "Yan Yan."

Yan Zixiu's eyes were tightly closed, and his brows suddenly frowned.

His fingers tightly grasped the bed sheet, and his whole body was trembling slightly.

Seeing this, Jing Shaoci immediately wrapped his big hand around the back of his hand and said, "Yan Yan, Yan Yan!"

Yan Zixiu opened his eyes in extreme fatigue, and suddenly, the warmth on his hand was gone in an instant.

He looked at Jing Shaoci, wanting to say something, but he didn't have the strength to speak.

"Everyone in your family hates you. No one is willing to send you even a bowl of porridge." Jing Shaoci looked down at him and said.

Yan Zixiu was extremely weak at this time. He half lowered his eyes and did not respond.

"You were able to use your spiritual energy to heal yourself when you were so seriously injured before, so why are you pretending to be pitiful now?"

After saying this, even Jing Shaoci himself clenched his fingers tightly.

This was clearly not what he wanted to say.

Every time he said something harsh, he hoped that the other party would understand what he really meant.

But after hearing this, Yan Zixiu used his last bit of strength to sit up.

Just as he was about to lift the quilt, Jing Shaoci grabbed his shoulder.

"Where do you think this is? You can come and go as you please, right?"

Yan Zixiu's Adam's apple moved up and down, swallowing the blood that rose from his dantian.

"Now, in front of you... I can only be like this." Yan Zixiu stopped to breathe after every few words, "If you're tired, I'll leave..."

"Can't you just scream in pain? Showing weakness in front of me will cost you your life, right?!"

The roar stopped, but both of them were stunned.

The memories of his previous life came back, and Jing Shaoci finally remembered who was the one who didn't allow Yan Zixiu to scream in pain.

After an unknown amount of time, Yan Zixiu lowered his head and said, "I'm afraid that if I say it hurts, you will leave me."

Jing Shaoci felt as if his internal organs were rotting and he was almost in so much pain that he almost stopped breathing.

He closed his eyes and asked in a struggle: "If you care so much, why did you run away from Prince Feng's mansion?"

Yan Zixiu was silent for a moment, then raised his head and said: "Because of my eyes."

"I can also find someone to cure your eyes!" Jing Shaoci's tone was mixed with irritability, "My father is second to none, let alone the palace doctors, even the hidden famous doctors, I can also recruit them for you."

Yan Zixiu looked into his eyes and said softly: "I have always been able to see things, but I was born with spiritual eyes. If I didn't close my eyes and pretend to be blind, I would have died long ago."

Jing Shaoci instantly remembered Yan Zixiu's blue eyes and understood everything in an instant.

At first, he was determined to cure the other party's blindness, but Yan Zixiu disappeared that night after hearing his words of seeking a doctor.

He led his men to search for four days and three nights, and finally found the person in Tianfeng Temple on Dongwu Mountain.

But by then, Yan Zixiu had become Yin Qinghe's apprentice.

He asked three times whether he would go back with him, but Yan Zixiu remained silent. In a fit of anger, he turned his horse's head and went back to the palace.

When they met again, Yan Zixiu's eyes had become like those of a normal person.

"You are so good to me, but I'm afraid that after you see my eyes, you will see me as a monster."

Jing Shaoci smiled silently, but his smile was full of bitterness and sadness.

Missed is missed, time will never give anyone the opportunity to regret.

Yan Zixiu also remembered that day that the first person who adopted him without any purpose was not his master, but Jing Shaoci.

"Do you still remember what happened when we first met?"

Jing Shaoci turned his head away and said indifferently, "I've forgotten it a long time ago."

How could he forget it?

Yan Zixiu had told him that story before he recovered his memory of his previous life.

He asked him if he remembered it, but Yan Zixiu himself had forgotten who saved him.

At that time, the little beggar was chased by a servant with a wooden stick. His arm was broken, but his other hand was still holding the stolen peach tightly.

He hit the servant on the head with a silver ingot, knocking him unconscious.

Jing Shaoci never thought at that time that it was just a sudden feeling of pity that ruined his life.

He asked the guards to take the little beggar back to the mansion. If he was willing to stay, he would provide him with three meals a day. If he was not willing, he would give him a few taels of silver to send him away.

Unexpectedly, after the little beggar took a bath, his face turned out to be very good-looking, soft and sticky like glutinous rice balls.

From then on, he had selfish thoughts. After reporting to his mother, he kept the little beggar by his side as a book boy. He

could be called a book boy. Not long after, he lived more comfortably in the mansion than his master. Jing Shaoci would even give him half of the gifts. If he wanted only one, he would give it all to the little glutinous rice balls.

Once, he went hunting with his father in the hunting ground. When he returned to the mansion, he shouted casually.

Unexpectedly, the little beggar ran out of the main hall.

He couldn't see with his eyes and ran so fast, so he would naturally fall.

He carried the little beggar on his back, and on the way back, he ordered him not to say it hurts anymore.

But what he wanted to say at that time was that he was not allowed to get hurt again.

Thinking of the past, Jing Shaoci's eyes turned red from an angle that Yan Zixiu couldn't see.

The wound that had originally closed was torn apart in his memory.

At this time, Yan Zixiu seemed to sense his emotions and held his hand tentatively.

But before his fingers could close, Jing Shaoci shook him away.

"Don't touch me."

The atmosphere between the two of them, which had finally turned around, became stiff and cold again in an instant.

Jing Shaoci stood up and put the bowl of porridge heavily on his hand. The porridge in the bowl shook out and splashed on the back of Yan Zixiu's hand.

"It's leftover at home. If no one drinks it, feed it to the dogs."

In Yan Zixiu's current physical condition, anything other than blood is difficult to swallow.

But he still picked up the spoon and took a sip slowly.

When he swallowed the second mouthful, a tear overflowed from his eye socket and fell into the bowl of porridge.

This medicinal porridge is sweet. Jing Shaoci added sugar.

Even though he hated him to the core, he still remembered his habits.

Yan Zixiu's eyes were blurred. He was afraid of being seen by Jing Shaoci, so he had to turn aside.

Jing Shaoci looked at his movements, sneered, and got up and left.

In the end, it was unknown whether this bowl of porridge was sweet or salty. Yan Zixiu drank it clean.

In the early morning before dawn, Xie Wanxin went to the guest room.

Seeing Yan Zixiu lying on the bed with a pale face, she couldn't help but reach out and touch his face.

It's only been a few days since they last met, and Xiuxiu has lost a lot of weight.

The warm touch woke Yan Zixiu up, and he opened his eyes and saw Xie Wanxin crying.

"Mom..."

Xie Wanxin quickly wiped her tears, held his hand and said, "Xiuxiu, can I take you to the hospital?"

Yan Zixiu shook his head slightly and said, "My injury can't be cured in the hospital."

Thinking of the past, Xie Wanxin also knew that he was telling the truth.

She gently stroked the back of Yan Zixiu's hand and said caringly, "Do you want to eat something? I'll ask the chef to make it right away."

"Thank you, Mom. I'm not hungry."

Xie Wanxin didn't know how to relieve his discomfort. After thinking for a while, she said, "Then can I ask Xiaoci to come and accompany you?"

Yan Zixiu was silent for a moment and said, "No need."

"He can't chase you away again. Your father and I have the final say in this family. You are a member of the Jing family and you will live here for the rest of your life." Xie Wanxin said earnestly.

Yan Zixiu smiled very reluctantly and said nothing.

Xie Guanxin looked at his expression, hesitated for a while, and said: "Xiu Xiu, you and Xiao Ci..."

"Mom." Yan Zixiu interrupted her rarely, "Is Xiaobao awake? I want to see him."

Xie Guanxin also understood that he was unwilling to talk, so she said: "Okay, I'll go and carry him over."

After a while, Xie Chongyun was carried over.

As soon as he saw Yan Zixiu's face, he opened his hands and said clearly: "Carry, I want to carry."

Yan Zixiu supported his arms and wanted to sit up, but was persuaded by Xie Guanxin: "Xiu Xiu, you don't have to get up, just let Xiaobao lie in your arms."

After that, she used her other hand to slightly lift the corner of the quilt, then bent down and put Xiaobao on his arm.

As soon as Xie Chongyun lay down, he immediately grabbed Yan Zixiu's front.

Not only that, he buried his face in the hollow of her shoulder and rubbed it.

"Sister-in-law, it smells good."

Yan Zixiu smiled helplessly, and even Xie Wanxin curled her eyes.

The two of them were intimate for a while, and Xie Wanxin clapped her hands gently and said, "Xiaobao, brother is tired, don't disturb him to rest."

Just as she was about to pick up Xie Chongyun, the other party grabbed Yan Zixiu's clothes tightly with his little hands, and hummed in his mouth.

"Mom, let him sleep here for a while."

Xie Wanxin hesitated for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll go downstairs to check breakfast and come back later."

When Jing Shaoci went downstairs, Jing Fengyi and Xie Wanxin were eating unexpectedly.

He glanced upstairs. Seeing his action, Jing Fengyi suddenly said, "Come here and have dinner."

After Jing Shaoci sat down, he would occasionally glance at Xie Wanxin.

His father was fine, but why didn't even his mother care about that person?

At this time, Jing Fengyi suddenly put down his chopsticks and said in a serious tone, "If you don't want to eat, go to the company."

As soon as he finished speaking, the chef brought a bowl of light Yangchun noodles to the table, "Sir, Madam, the soup base is made with pork bones and yam. It tastes light and replenishes qi."

After saying this, the chef left quickly as if he was rushing to a blind date.

Xie Guanxin didn't even look at the bowl of noodles, put down her chopsticks and said, "Honey, I'm full."

Jing Fengyi hummed, then stood up and said, "I'll accompany you back to your father-in-law's house today."

"Okay." Xie Guanxin replied with a smile.

After the two left, Jing Shaoci looked around.

The Jing family now looked like a bankrupt family, without a single servant.

A few minutes later, Jing Shaoci resigned himself to picking up the bowl of steaming Yangchun noodles.

Before he could think of an excuse, his feet had already walked to the door of the guest bedroom.

Jing Shaoci didn't go in, but a giggle suddenly came from inside.

"Sister-in-law, it looks good."

He instantly forgot the reason why he stood still, and strode into the bedroom with a cold face.

At this time, Xie Chongyun was lying on Yan Zixiu's chest, showing a few baby teeth and looking at Yan Zixiu's face in a daze.

Seeing this, Jing Shaoci said without thinking: "Xie Xiaobao, get down from here!"

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Double monthly tickets at the end of the month, all the little fairies, take a look at Yan Yan!!!

Qingge bows~~~~