As they approached the living room, they saw He Yirong sitting on the sofa, his expression solemn.
"Dad?" He Ziyi was the first to rush over, looking very delighted, "Dad, what brought you here?"
Upon seeing his daughter, He Yirong’s face softened slightly.
His gaze swept over Zhixi and settled on Xiaobao in He Jingyao’s arms.
He Yirong looked moved, his eyes becoming a bit complex.
Seeing this, He Jingyao smiled faintly, put Xiaobao down on the ground, and patted his head, "This is Grandpa, do you rember?"
Clutching his toy, Xiaobao smiled and called out "Grandpa."
"Uh." He Yirong finally couldn’t keep up his stern facade and let out a smile, then quickly resud his serious deanor. He turned his head to look at He Ziyi, "Ziyi, take your little nephew to play. I have so matters to discuss with your brother and... your sister-in-law."
He Ziyi obediently nodded and walked over to lead Xiaobao away.
Seeing this, Zhixi couldn’t help feeling worried, subconsciously glancing at He Jingyao.
The man took her hand and led her to sit down on the couch opposite He Yirong, "Dad, whatever it is, please speak."
He Yirong humd discontentedly, "You’ve been quite successful lately! My old friends keep calling , asking what grudge our He Family has with Ye International."
He Jingyao smiled noncommittally, "But I didn’t disgrace you, did I?"
He Yirong grew even more displeased.
Lately, he had been watching as He Jingyao’s tactics beca increasingly aggressive, each day filled with apprehension. Whenever he tried to call the young man, he wouldn’t answer; whenever he thought to confront him personally, he was firmly obstructed by Liu Minjun. In less than half a month, he had lost over ten pounds.
Fortunately, the He Family remained in the upper hand. Moreover, the Ye Family had already backed off, allowing him to finally breathe a sigh of relief.
"Do you know why I ca to see you today?" he said with a stern face.
He Jingyao, playing with Zhixi’s hand, spoke with a nonchalant tone, "As for your thoughts, I cannot guess, Elder."
"Uncle, please just say what you have to say," Zhixi quickly intervened, seeing that He Yirong was about to blow his top.
With a complex look in his eyes, He Yirong glanced at her before speaking up, "Do you rember the woman from last ti?"
"Which one?" He Jingyao raised an eyebrow.
Zhixi reacted imdiately, "Are you talking about... La Jiao?"
"Yes, her," He Yirong nodded, "She suddenly contacted Hen Bing today, found , and told she’s pregnant. And she’s very certain the child is yours!"
Zhixi’s breath caught, and her complexion turned ashen!
Could it be, could it possibly be...
He Jingyao, squeezing her hand to comfort her, spoke coldly, "That’s impossible. You installed surveillance; you should know that nothing happened that night."
"I know," He Yirong said with an unpleasant expression, "But just because nothing happened that night doesn’t an you didn’t do anything afterward."
"I’ve been here since coming back from Yanzhou City, hardly ever leaving the house," He Jingyao scoffed, "How, pray tell, was I supposed to do anything?"
Zhixi nodded in agreent, yes, this man hadn’t left the house since he returned the next day!
So... La Jiao must be lying, right?
"But she is indeed pregnant, and she insists the child she’s carrying is yours," He Yirong said with a cold expression, "I have to find out what’s really going on."
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