Chapter 890: Chapter 888: Wen Xin is Anxious, Wants to Know His Purpose
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After hesitating for a mont in the restroom, Wen Xin finally left and joined the ongoing conversation between Mr. Jiang and Wen Huai. Xiao Mi had already successfully joined them and had even begun to discuss her specialized course knowledge, appearing to fit in seamlessly.
After dinner, Wen Huai and Xiao Mi both said they were tired and wished to retire early to their rooms. Only Wen Xin and Mr. Jiang remained in the living room, one watching dostic financial news and the other absorbed in a ga on his phone.
It seed as though the two were not interfering with each other, but both were sowhat distracted.
“Miss, the banquet is tomorrow night, and it’s getting late. Will Mu Chengxi return to rest?”
The butler, who had just finished cleaning up the dining room, glanced at the ti and gently asked Wen Xin. If Mu Chengxi were to return, he would need to prepare so food and leave it in the kitchen.
Without looking up, Wen Xin replied softly, “Butler, it’s late, you should go rest. Mu Chengxi had so matters to handle; he probably stayed at the old house and won’t be coming back tonight.”
After Wen Xin told the butler to rest, he complied and then noticed that Mr. Jiang’s teacup was empty, quickly fetching a fresh cup of tea for him.
Mr. Jiang glanced at the large clock nearby, then his gaze fell on Wen Xin, who was still engrossed in her ga.
“Is there nothing you wish to share with ?”
In this silent contest, Mr. Jiang admitted defeat. He had co to find that Wen Xin had grown much more profound than the little girl he used to know, becoming sowhat inscrutable.
Putting down her phone, Wen Xin slowly lifted her head to look at Mr. Jiang, her eyebrows slightly raised, a faint smile on her lips.
“If foster father wishes to speak, then please do so. In my mory, foster father is not one to seek the lilight. I wonder, why would you willingly attend my birthday banquet?”
Since the day Mr. Jiang said he would co, Wen Xin had wanted to ask this question, but she had decided not to startle him beforehand. She was willing to wait for Mr. Jiang’s arrival to inquire personally, as face-to-face, Wen Xin could confirm her own conjectures.
Seemingly caught off guard by such a question, Mr. Jiang picked up his cup of tea, gently blew on it, took a sip, and then slowly raised his eyes to look at Wen Xin.
“Your question is sothing I hadn’t anticipated, but I can answer you very clearly. I ca because of your parents. When they asked to be your godfather, they wanted to protect you at all costs.”
“I promised them that no matter what, I would look after you, even if it ant giving up my own life.”
As Mr. Jiang spoke, his eyes conveyed a resolute emotion, as if he was using all his might to prove the sincerity of his words.
Moved by Mr. Jiang’s expression and recalling their history over the past decade, Wen Xin believed that his words were genuine.
“I believe what you say. Over the years, your actions have proven that you are fulfilling your promise to my parents. Whenever I am in danger, you have always appeared.”
“But this ti… It doesn’t seem dangerous…”
When Wen Xin learned that Mr. Jiang also held influence in Beijing, her first thought was that Mr. Jiang had co to the city with an agenda.
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Recently, Beijing has been in too much chaos; she did not want to disturb the peace of the city’s people due to the affairs of the Independent State.
“You little girl, your way of speaking is becoming more and more circuitous, do you think I ca to Beijing with ulterior motives?”
Mr. Jiang’s dark brown eyes carried a hint of helplessness and a smile as he set down the teacup in his hand and faced Wen Xin with an extrely calm deanor.
“I have never thought to ddle in the affairs of Beijing, nor have I ever intended to disrupt the city’s structure. My visit this ti is simply to take the place of your parents and ensure your safety. I do not want the Mu family to think that just because you have no one behind you, they can bully you!”
If it were soone else listening to Mr. Jiang’s words, they would certainly be very touched, but Wen Xin wasn’t; she just offered a faint smile.
“Since my foster father is not planning to get involved in Beijing’s affairs, what about the matters of the Independent State? How do you plan to handle them? I was too young to know when my parents died, and I do not know what kind of friends they had in the Independent State.”
“But I have a premonition that my foster father and my parents had more than just the fleeting connection you describe.”
Wen Xin’s bright eyes fixed intently on Mr. Jiang. Now that she had brought herself to ask, she would not let Mr. Jiang avoid giving her an answer any longer; she wanted a definite response without waiting for the results of Yan Qing’s investigation.
After hearing from Xiao Mi about Mr. Jiang’s collaboration with Wen Yunuo, she was even more eager to understand what exactly was going on.
“My relationship with your parents… heh… it’s quite a complicated matter to explain…”
Mr. Jiang said this and stood up, walking over to the portraits of Wen Xin’s parents, looking at them with eyes full of regret, and fell silent.
Wen Xin sat quietly on the sofa, watching Mr. Jiang without interrupting; she was waiting for him to give her a clear answer.
“In fact, your father and I have been friends since we were young. I later t your mother, and I knew her even before your father did; it’s just that your mother and father fell in love at first sight…”
Mr. Jiang’s words seed to hint at a love triangle, and Wen Xin raised an eyebrow with a light smile, not expecting such a romance.
“My father and mother were both in the Independent State; they must have known each other for a long ti, right? How could it have been love at first sight that ca later?”
Wen Xin was unaware of her parents’ love story, but she also did not wholly trust Mr. Jiang’s words; she felt that her parents should have been childhood sweethearts.
“No, your mother only returned to the Independent State when she was sixteen, to avoid being ‘The Heaven’s Chosen One’…”
When Mr. Jiang reached the point of speaking about ‘The Heaven’s Chosen One’, his expression darkened, and his whole body exuded a sense of hatred that Wen Xin could clearly feel.
“When I t your mother, she was only fourteen years old, with exceptional dical skills, serving as a Battlefield Doctor in the midst of war, saving countless lives. People there adored her; she was like an angel…”
As Mr. Jiang spoke of Wen Xin’s mother, his eyes were filled with a gentle glow; it was evident that he held deep affection and fondness for her.
“Later, when the selection in the Independent State ended and your father beca the Heaven’s Chosen One, the Bai Family inford your mother that she could return to the Independent State. But she didn’t want to go back, and it took her two years to finally return.”
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