The old master collapsed on the ground, his cane askew by his side, gazing at the gravestone, his eyes brimming with tears once again, "Adong, Grandpa has co to see you."
Huo Jinyun knelt there without making another sound. The thought of Qin Moting and Wen Ru having looked for her, and the realisation that they had actually obtained the diary, made her feel even colder, shivering uncontinarily.
Actually, she feigned ignorance simply because she couldn’t accept reality and had no face to go out anymore; she wanted to make Grandpa worry about her, to deal with those people for her sake, to take Jizhou’s matter to heart. But she never expected it to end up like this!
Thinking of that, she wept even more bitterly.
The old master looked at Huo Jinyun, recalling that Jinyun had wept so sorrowfully only in the year her father had died. He reached out to stroke Huo Jinyun’s hair, "Did Grandpa hurt you?"
Huo Jinyun was silent, just crying, and threw herself into the old master’s arms, both of them sobbing bitterly.
———Yunqi Academy———
The next day, the weather was exceptionally good, the blue sky washed clean, looking as if it was soaked in rcury, extraordinarily beautiful.
The little guy got out of bed, went to the balcony, and after a glance and a stretch, said, "What beautiful weather."
The thought of having to go to school soon afterwards was depressing.
He really wanted to stay at ho with Huanhuan and the little baby in Huanhuan’s belly. But considering Huo Jinnan would definitely not agree, he pursed his lips and dismissed the idea.
After washing up and getting dressed in his school uniform, he went to the living room and was surprised to see Huo Jinnan and Huanhuan already sitting there, "Good morning."
Che Huan smiled at the little guy, "Good morning."
Huo Jinnan sat there, silent.
The little guy looked towards him.
Huo Jinnan glanced at the little guy, "Morning."
So reluctant!
It would’ve been better not to say anything!
The little guy grumbled inwardly, climbed on to a chair, sat down, and started playing with the chopsticks.
Huo Jinnan looked at the little guy, "Give your class teacher’s mobile number."
"..."
The little guy looked at Huo Jinnan, depressed, because he didn’t even know the class teacher’s mobile number, thinking of how Huo Jinnan wouldn’t even attend parent-teacher etings, and glancing at him, feeling that Huo Jinnan really wasn’t a competent parent!
"I was going to ask for leave for you, but never mind."
Huo Jinnan placed his phone aside.
The little guy pursed his lips and quickly pulled out his tiny mobile phone, scrolled to the class teacher’s phone number, and fearing Huo Jinnan, who liked to act deep, wouldn’t listen to the number, he directly sent a text ssage, "Dad, I sent it to you."
Huo Jinnan glanced at the little guy.
The little guy sat there, very cooperative.
Huo Jinnan looked away, picked up the phone, and made a call to request leave for the little guy then looked down and made another call to Wen Ru, "Mom, Huanhuan and I are taking Xiaowei to pay respects to Grandpa and Grandma later; do you and President Qin have ti?"
Wen Ru glanced at Qin Moting next to her, thought of how Anan would call her Mom but referred to him as President Qin, and quietly said, "Not endearing," before speaking into the phone, "We do, what ti? We’ll co too."
Huo Jinnan, "Is ten o’clock okay?"
"All right."
Wen Ru hung up the phone and turned to Qin Moting.
Qin Moting sat there in silence. Thinking of Huo Jinnan’s attitude, if it hadn’t been for Huanhuan’s fondness for him, he really would have liked to find Huanhuan another husband.
Wen Ru looked at Qin Moting, "Ten o’clock."
Qin Moting stood up, "Just sit here and wait for , I’ll go make you breakfast."
Wen Ru didn’t say anything, silently watched his retreating figure, never expecting that after so many years they could still be together, a scene she couldn’t have imagined before.
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