Yan Jian also exclaid, "A hundred problems!"
He imdiately had a thought and couldn’t help but turn to look at him, "But... how were you able to solve them? Did you cheat by secretly asking my sister-in-law?"
Yan Jian could feel that, although Jas was never particularly respectful to his sister-in-law, she took great care of Jas. She genuinely treated Jas as her younger brother, so if Jas asked her for help, she would tell him.
Jas, however, blushed and slapped the table in frustration, "No! I wouldn’t ask her for help; I can find the answers myself!"
Yan Jian thought for a mont and suddenly found himself laughing.
He squinted, "Why are you laughing?"
Yan Jian couldn’t control himself, laughing uncontrollably, "Since you didn’t ask my sister-in-law, did you ask Jieyou then? But I can hardly believe it; you clearly don’t seem to be fond of Jieyou. Even though she’s your niece, it seems like you haven’t t and spoken with her formally."
Even the last ti he went to the Tang Family and saw Jieyou from afar, he didn’t show any uncle-like affection toward her.
The Tang Family understood; they knew he was obstructed by the barrier of Huangfu Huazhang, making it emotionally difficult for him to accept Jieyou.
She even laughed, indicating that if he truly initiated contact with Jieyou, it would seem ridiculous and embarrassing in others’ eyes.
He turned his head away regretfully, no longer wanting to speak.
Yan Jian’s laughter halted as he stared at him in shock, disbelief evident in his voice, "Could it be, you really did ask Jieyou? Oh, but when and where? How co we’ve never heard Jieyou ntion it?"
Jieyou’s identity was unique, and since it was shortly after Huangfu Huazhang’s passing, everyone in the Tang Family protected Jieyou closely. But there was no ntion of Jas ever eting Jieyou alone!
Jas clearly didn’t want to answer, and Yan Jian grew anxious, forgetting his urge to escape him, focused solely on Jieyou’s safety, rushing over to him, staring him down, "Tell ! How did you find a mont to et Jieyou?!"
If he could find a mont to et Jieyou, doesn’t that imply others might also have a chance? Wouldn’t that an Jieyou is unsafe?
Her face was full of deep concern, and Jas slightly frowned at the sight.
"Tang Yanjian, Jieyou isn’t a Tang. You just think of yourself as her auntie, but you’re actually not her auntie!"
"But I love her!" Yan Jian grew even more anxious, grabbing Jas by the collar, "You better say it!"
Jas was stunned.
His parents, brothers, and relatives—though they were close kin, each was only concerned about themselves; he had never felt genuine, clear love from family. Consequently, Yan Jian’s familial affection, devoid of bloodline, was foreign and incomprehensible to him.
He took a deep breath and said, "Kindergarten."
Yan Jian turned his neck slightly.
Yes, Jieyou was only out of the family’s sight during her ti at kindergarten during the day.
Jas awkwardly explained, "My subordinate just happened to have a child going to kindergarten, so I helped by sending him to the sa school as Jieyou. Every week there are parent-child activities, so I pretended to be that child’s parent and went along."
That’s how he got to talk to Jieyou.
But what embarrassed him was, the first ti he went, Jieyou recognized him. He even introduced himself to her solemnly, saying he was David’s uncle; but Jieyou glanced around with her charming eyes, seeing no one paying attention, covered her mouth and with a sly smile, whispered to him, "I know you, you’re my uncle; your na is Jas."
Just one glance at the Tang Family’s place, Little Swallow and Mommy had pointed him out to her once, and she rembered.
Because they all have the sa blue eyes, because their blood vessels flow with the sa blood.
At that mont, he couldn’t help but tear up, and for the first ti, he felt affection for this child. There were then multiple opportunities to gather at the kindergarten; he got the answers he wanted and began to bring Jieyou small gifts unconsciously, playing on swings and gas with her... Jieyou obediently agreed not to tell the family about it.
At that ti, Jieyou clung to his shoulder, covered her mouth and softly whispered, "Uncle Jas, are you afraid of losing face?"
Yan Jian, hearing this, felt an array of mixed emotions.
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