Chapter 66: Chapter 66: The Truth About Ji Zha’s ‘Green Hat
Ji Muye hadn’t co back since the day he left.
In the past few days, Lu Xining had been busy working in the morning and spending the afternoons playing with the three children, creating a peaceful and warm atmosphere.
Since birth, Nuonuo had had to stay at the ZN lab for half a month every three months due to health reasons.
With her adorable appearance and sweet mouth, she was rightfully the beloved center of attention here.
She took her two brothers around for fun, followed by bodyguards, so Lu Xining felt reassured, even though she always found them in different places each ti.
This ti, she found them in a small garden outside Song Henian’s hospital room.
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He was teaching the three kids an arithtic ga.
Ji Chao and Ji Ze, already intelligent, picked it up imdiately after a few explanations.
Seeing Little Dumpling sitting on Song Henian’s lap, they were eager to teach Nuonuo elentary arithtic problems.
The little one innocently blinked and said to Ji Chao, who was trying to teach her, “Brother, I don’t know how.”
Ji Chao patiently responded, “It’s okay Nuonuo, brother can teach you.”
Song Henian also gently patted her head, “If you like, uncle can teach you.”
Ji Ze joined in excitedly, pointing at the problem, “Sister, look at this problem, if you add this and this, then take…”
Little Dumpling glanced at her two brothers, then turned to look at Song Henian, realizing sothing that none of them seed to have seen, feeling a bit disheartened.
She pointed at her cheek, reminding the three of them.
“But I am only one year old.”
One year old! She was still a one-year-old baby!
What was she doing learning elentary arithtic problems?
It was the first ti Lu Xining had seen such speechlessness and silence on her daughter’s face, and she called out her little one’s na.
The latter imdiately jumped down from Song Henian’s lap and ran toward her with small, graceful steps.
“Mommy, Mommy.”
At that mont, Lu Xining seed to glimpse her daughter coming ho from school in the future.
She shook her head inwardly and bent down to catch her daughter, who ran into her arms, and kissed her cheek.
“Did Nuonuo have fun playing any gas with her brothers today?”
Little Dumpling counted on her fingers the gas they played today, not ntioning the math tutoring incident.
She lay on Lu Xining’s shoulder and saw Ji Muye not far away, “Uncle.”
Lu Xining turned around and saw the man standing under the tree, solemn-faced, tall and handso in a well-tailored suit that made him look even more dashing, exuding the poised steadiness of a superior.
There are always so people whose re presence could make the surrounding fade away.
Ji Muye was indeed such an existence.
The smile at the corner of Lu Xining’s eyes faded away when she saw Ji Muye.
His features were cold, his eyes distant, and his gaze brushed over Song Henian before settling on Lu Xining nearby.
He also noticed the change in her expression.
Ji Muye had arrived at the garden almost at the sa ti as her and had seen the look in Lu Xining’s eyes when she watched Song Henian playing with the three children, montarily stunned.
In that mont, his heart tightened suddenly, and he didn’t dare to delve deeper into the aning behind her expression.
Ji Chao and Ji Ze also saw their dad and ran over to him happily.
“Dad, you’ve co to see us!”
“Dad, my brother and I learned several new arithtic problems today, Uncle Song taught us.”
The two children didn’t notice the change in mood among the adults and enthusiastically shared their recent activities.
Ji Muye also refocused his attention on the children.
He crouched down and quietly listened to the children, his handso yet indifferent face softened, making those deep, dark eyes look even clearer and more distinguished, casually elegant with a touch of nobility.
It was almost dinner ti.
Song Henian had spent a long ti playing with the children, and as their mother, both emotionally and logically, she should thank him.
She invited Song Henian to dine with them, and he did not refuse.
Ji Muye’s expression turned abruptly cold.
The two children naturally took his hand and headed for the dining room, while Lu Nuonuo was held in her mother’s arms.
Song Henian sat in his wheelchair, watching the backs of their family of five, his mind teeming with thoughts. Although Lu Xining had said nothing, according to his understanding of her, there was a very high probability that Nuonuo was Ji Muye’s child.
Both the timing of their divorce and the age of the child matched up.
Yet, it seed Ji Muye didn’t know Little Dumpling was his daughter. Realizing this, Song Henian felt a long-suppressed thought struggling to surface.
He glanced at his legs, his hand unconsciously gripping the wheelchair controller tightly.
… He must recover quickly to be worthy of her.
At the long dining table,
Lu Xining and Lu Nuonuo sat on one side, Song Henian next to them.
He voluntarily peeled shrimp for Little Dumpling, quickly rescuing her from the dread of arithtic problems.
It wasn’t long before she sweetly started calling him “Uncle Song.”
Ji Muye and the twins sat opposite them, Ji Muye looking up when he heard Little Dumpling’s voice.
Song Henian was looking down and talking to the little girl, his tone gentle.
As a man himself, he was well aware of Song Henian’s feelings.
Seven years had passed, the man before him had shed his naive exterior, but his affection for Lu Xining had never paused.
Ji Muye’s gaze grew colder.
He hadn’t forgotten the “cuckold” this man had forced upon him!
Noticing his gaze, Lu Xining gave him a warning look.
To Ji Muye, that was her defending Song Henian, his dark eyes like the night sky flashing with icy chill.
After the al.
As soon as Lu Xining had sent Song Henian away, Ji Muye dragged her to a corner of the staircase.
She glanced at the three little ones in the living room, trying to break free from his grip, but unable to.
Lu Xining spoke in a low voice, “Ji Muye, what are you doing!”
The man’s towering figure was half-hidden in the shadow of the staircase, making him appear even more dignified and mysterious.
His gaze was deep and sharp like it could see through one’s soul.
Ji Muye’s eyes seed to be trying to pierce straight through Lu Xining’s heart as he eerily asked, “I should be the one asking you that, allowing Song Henian to be close to the three kids, what are you trying to do?”
Lu Xining looked at him strangely, “He kindly accompanied the kids for a bit, what’s wrong with that?”
Ji Muye’s anger flared, “Kindly? Don’t you know he feels for you…”
Certain words, hidden deeply for years, almost slipped out.
Realizing the anger in his voice, he stopped himself in ti, not wanting to expose his care and embarrassnt to Lu Xining.
His dark eyes burned like molten magma, his hand tightening slightly on her wrist.
His eyelashes slightly lowered, Ji Muye finally asked the question that had been bothering him for a long ti and which he couldn’t ignore.
“Five years ago, on the night of Song Henian’s birthday, were you with him?”
This thorn!
It had been lodged in his heart for over one thousand eight hundred nights!
Hearing his question, Lu Xining was taken aback, never understanding why he kept bringing up Song Henian.
Since marrying Ji Muye, she indeed had not seen him.
As for what he ntioned about five years ago…
That year was indeed her busiest.
The baby had just been born, only recognizing her and Ji Muye, and he often worked late into the night.
She had to take care of the child and prepare for the lab work, completely overwheld.
There was absolutely no ti to take care of her own appearance.
It could be said that was the most helpless ti in her life.
Most importantly, sothing very tragic had happened that year.
It had ended an innocent and pitiable woman’s life.
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