The fact that Young Master Wang came to see Jiang Bai every day was quickly reported in detail to Zhao Yi by the secret guards.
Zhao Yi listened with a frown and a dark expression throughout, then asked, "Did you hear what they were saying?"
"No." The guard shook his head.
Jiang Bai never allowed them to follow her closely; all they knew was that she had a long talk with Young Master Wang this afternoon.
Zhao Yi clicked his tongue, feeling awkward no matter how he thought about it. He asked, "Is that guy surnamed Wang still with Jiang Bai?"
The guard replied, "At least when I left, Young Master Wang was still there."
Zhao Yi tapped his fingers impatiently on the table, making a crisp "tap tap tap" sound. After thinking for a while, he said, "Tell Jiang Bai to go home immediately."
Bodyguard: "Do you want me to explain what's going on?"
Zhao Yi took a deep breath: "Just say that Xiao Le has a fever."
If you use your daughter as bait, surely the fish won't take the bait?
The guard nodded and left like a gust of wind.
Zhao Yi immediately stood up, smoothed out the wrinkles on his clothes, and hurriedly rushed to the school.
Zhao Xile was in class, and it was a class taught by an old acquaintance—Ren Shitao, the only daughter of Ren Yunzhou. Halfway through the lesson, Ren Shitao saw a tall and handsome man knocking on the door. He heard the man say that he had something to do at home and needed to pick Zhao Xile up early. He then reached out and called Zhao Xile out.
Ren Shitao asked the little girl in front of her very responsibly, "Do you know this person?"
“I know him,” Zhao Xile jumped onto Zhao Yi and said happily, “This is my dad.”
Seeing that Zhao Yi caught his daughter with ease and hoisted her onto his shoulders, Ren Shitao dispelled her doubts and nodded, saying, "Then you can go, but you have to make up for today's homework tomorrow."
"Yes, Master." Zhao Xile smiled sweetly.
After thinking for a moment, Zhao Yi used the same method to pick up Zhao Ping'an and led him home, holding one in each hand.
Zhao Xile chattered like a little sparrow: "Daddy, why did you let me leave school early today? Is something wrong?"
"Why did my brother come back too? Today isn't his day off."
Zhao Ping'an was also very curious, so he looked up at Zhao Yi, waiting for his answer.
Zhao Yi said, "Daughter, can I ask you for a favor?"
"Okay!" Zhao Xile agreed immediately without asking any questions, she was like the warmest cotton-padded jacket.
Zhao Ping'an then asked, "Father, what would you ask Xiao Le to do?"
The thought of making the children lie made Zhao Yi a little uneasy. He wiped his face, cleared his throat, and unconsciously tugged at his sleeve, saying, "I hope Xiao Le can pretend to be sick with a fever."
"Why?" Zhao Xile stared at him with wide eyes, her gaze filled with confusion.
Her eyes were already big, and with that glare, most of Zhao Yi's figure was reflected in her pupils.
Zhao Yi swallowed hard and said, "I want your mother to go home as soon as possible."
Before Zhao Xile could react, Zhao Ping'an frowned and asked instinctively, "She likes someone else?"
“No,” Zhao Yi said, his mouth twitching. “It’s just that a man is quite enthusiastic towards her, and I don’t want them to have too much contact.” It’s always awkward to discuss such issues with a child.
I might as well remind her that she also has sons and daughters and should be responsible.
Jiang Bai breathed a huge sigh of relief after Zhao Ping'an and Zhao Xile were sent to school; she had no idea what kind of life she had been living before.
Although these two are little angels, taking care of children is too tiring. She even feels that running two stores now is not as tiring as raising children before.
Raising children seems to drain a person's energy and spirit, causing them to selflessly dedicate their flesh and blood to the next generation, while they themselves gradually age.
Zhao Ping'an usually lives in the school and takes a two-day break every ten days. Although Zhao Xile goes home every day, she is mostly looked after by Xu, the wet nurse. Jiang Bai only chats with her at dinner time. If they have a good chat and he has nothing else to do, he might go to her room to tell her a bedtime story.
Therefore, she now spends less than an hour and a half a day looking after her child.
She's almost forgotten she's a mother of two.
Zhao Ping'an had already grown to 1.4 meters tall. He was growing very thin, and his whole body was as thin as a twig swaying in the wind. Hearing this, he glanced at Zhao Yi and said, "You can only be a thief for a thousand days, how can you guard against thieves for a thousand days?"
“If my mother likes you, you don’t need to be wary of other men. If she doesn’t like you, it won’t do you any good to be wary.”
Zhao Yi was furious with this love guru. He gritted his teeth and said fiercely, "If she didn't like me, she naturally wouldn't want you either."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Xile cried out with a mournful face, "I want my mother! I want my mother!"
As she spoke, she threw a little tantrum, shaking off the two hands that were holding her, rubbing her eyes and reaching out for Zhao Yi to hug her.
Zhao Yi picked her up with one hand, and she clung tightly to his neck, sobbing as she said, "Dad, I'll help you, but please don't let Mom run off with someone else."
Zhao Yi patted his daughter's head vigorously and nodded solemnly, promising, "Okay."
He carried Zhao Xile home in a hurry, followed by Zhao Ping'an, who was threatened into acting. The three of them quickly entered Zhao Xile's house.
Startled, Xu, the wet nurse, rushed forward and heard Zhao Yi say, "Bring a basin of hot water."
When Jiang Bai arrived home, Zhao Xile's face was flushed from being soaked in hot water with a towel, and her eyes were half-open, looking pitiful as if she were half asleep.
Jiang Bai strode to the bedside, squatted down, first touched Zhao Xile's forehead, then took her hand to check her pulse, and finally reached under the covers to touch Zhao Xile's armpits and bottom.
After touching her, she turned to Zhao Yi and asked, "Did you bring her back?"
Zhao Yi nodded and replied softly, "I was notified by the school that she has a fever."
"Who notified you?" Jiang Bai also lowered his voice, "Teacher Ren? The beautiful female teacher that Xiao Le likes very much."
Zhao Yi nodded: "It should be."
Jiang Bai frowned and looked down at Zhao Xile: "Did she take her medicine? I'll write her a prescription right away, and she should brew it and drink it quickly."
Upon hearing about taking medicine, Zhao Xile couldn't keep up the act any longer and said in a pitiful voice, "Mom, I don't want to take medicine."
"Sweetie," Jiang Bai smoothed her hair, "You're sick, how can you not take your medicine? Not only do you have to take it, but you have to drink a lot. The more you drink, the faster you'll get better."
Zhao Yi quickly chimed in to his daughter, "If she doesn't want to drink it, don't force her. She's still sick!"
"If you're sick, what are you going to drink if you don't take medicine?" Jiang Bai turned and questioned him.
Zhao Xile said softly, "I want to drink milk tea."
“No way,” Jiang Bai immediately rejected the idea. “You have a fever and can only eat porridge. I think you need to give up milk tea for a month to recover.”
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