Although Le Tong vaguely knew her younger son was troubled by love, she had no idea about the specifics. She worried about him, but couldn’t bring herself to ask.
Besides, matters of the heart are like drinking water—only you know whether it’s hot or cold. Other people’s gossip and concern are all in vain.
As the older brother, Ji Dabao might not have felt anything at first, but after a few days he too vaguely sensed that his Brother was off. So after the two brothers finished discussing work in the office, Dabao glanced at the young master who was sitting with his head down, drinking tea.
"Little Treasure, have you been too busy with work lately?"
Dabao knew very well that ever since the two little babies were born, a lot of work had been shifted onto Little Treasure, especially the business that required going out for negotiations. Little Treasure had basically taken all of that on himself.
Little Treasure still had a childlike heart—if you suddenly put too much pressure and too heavy a load on him, it made sense he’d feel depressed.
Little Treasure lifted his eyelids and gave him a sideways glance. "Brother, this little stuff isn’t enough to stump ."
Dabao got up with a stack of docunts in his arms, reached out to rub his head, and asked with concern, "Then why do you look so listless these past few days?"
To outsiders, it might seem that Dabao didn’t care about this Brother as much as he did about Nuonuo, wasn’t as attentive, but that really wasn’t the case.
The reason he didn’t ddle much was because Dabao believed this kid could handle his own affairs well. He’d always been like that, from childhood up till now.
"Mm, I just haven’t been sleeping very well these days..." The young master, usually so full of energy, for once showed a hint of dejection.
Dabao turned around, put the docunts in his hands onto the bookshelf behind him, then ca back, dragged a chair over, and sat down beside Little Treasure.
"Little Treasure, did you run into sothing that’s bothering you?"
No wonder Dabao would think that. Little Treasure had always been an optimistic, upbeat sunshine boy. That whole moodily sighing over spring and autumn thing was sothing he neither went in for nor knew how to do.
Little Treasure kept his eyes lowered, pursing his lips as he blew at the tea leaves floating on the surface. "No..."
The tone, with its obvious hesitation, didn’t have a shred of convincing power.
Dabao looked at him with concern. "If there’s anything making you unhappy or anything you can’t figure out, talk to your Brother. I might not be able to help you, but saying it out loud might make you feel a bit better?"
Ji Dabao, in full caring-Brother mode, rested his hand on Little Treasure’s broad shoulder. Ever since becoming a father, a few more shades of gentleness and warmth had unknowingly settled into his features.
"Brother, really, there’s nothing!"
Little Treasure actually did want to talk, but the whole thing was so stupid that, with how highly he’d always thought of himself, he really had no face to say it.
Seeing that he wouldn’t talk, Dabao didn’t press him, just patted his shoulder hard. "All right then. Whenever you feel like talking, your Brother is always willing to listen!"
Luckily, the Ji Family’s two little troublemakers also seed to sense that their little uncle was in a bad mood. That evening, after calling "Daddy" and "Mommy," when the young master drove himself ho and got out of the car at the front door, the two little babies rushed over asking to be picked up, then wrapped their arms around him, kissing and rubbing against him. After they were done, they opened their little mouths and sweetly called out, "Uncle!"
"Hahaha, Mommy, did you hear that? Beibei Guoguo can call now! Hahaha, babies, your little uncle is the best, right?"
The two little brats, seeing their little uncle so happy he was about to faint, switched into repeater mode, chanting "Uncle, uncle, uncle" non-stop.
Watching the two little brats finally coax the young master—who’d been sulking for days—into a bright good mood, everyone in the Ji Family let out a collective sigh of relief.
Nuonuo’s violin performance album officially entered the recording stage. Because she couldn’t bear to leave the two little babies, Ji Dabao spent a few months turning half of the Ji Family’s top floor—originally used for martial arts practice—into a very professional and advanced recording studio with the help of specialists.
Every day, Nuonuo would take advantage of the babies’ nap ti to record in the studio upstairs. The progress was a bit slow, but she could take care of both sides, which made her very satisfied.
That day, as usual, Nuonuo had arranged for the sound engineer to co over and record, but she suddenly received a call from the Academic Affairs Office of R University, informing her to co back and pick up so file materials.
Nuonuo glanced at the sound engineer who was already set up and ready, hesitated for a while, then had no choice but to call Dabao and ask him to find so ti to go to R University and pick up the files for her.
At that mont, Dabao was speeding down the highway toward the neighboring city. Helpless, he could only hand this errand over to Little Treasure.
Little Treasure agreed to it, tidied up what he had on hand, and then drove out.
Although Little Treasure was a student at B University, he was extrely familiar with R University. After all, this was the alma mater of his mommy, Brother, and Sister. Moreover, during the ti Nuonuo was studying there, he’d gone to pick her up and drop her off many tis. So when he drove into the campus, he didn’t need to ask for directions and smoothly parked his car in the lot in front of the Academic Affairs Office.
The Academic Affairs Office was on the second floor. Since it was only one flight up, Little Treasure couldn’t be bothered to wait for the elevator and headed straight for the stairs.
The first floor of this building housed the infirmary. As he walked along the corridor, Little Treasure frowned slightly, because he’d heard Daddy and Mommy say that Brother had once been seriously ill and hospitalized for quite so ti, so he really disliked the sll of disinfectant.
Just as he was striding toward the stairwell, he suddenly heard a girl say sowhat anxiously, "Zhu Zi, didn’t the doctor tell you to go to the hospital for an X-ray and get it properly checked out? Why haven’t you gone yet? You can’t just drag it out like this!"
Zhu Zi?
With one foot already on the stairs, Little Treasure instinctively turned his head toward the source of the voice.
A few ters away in the corridor, he saw a ponytailed girl supporting a short-haired girl. Judging from the hairstyle, she really did look a lot like that little girl from the other day.
And more importantly, this girl was also called Zhu Zi, and her leg seed to be moving with great difficulty. It should be the sa injury from that day’s fall, right?
Little Treasure didn’t think too much about it. He drew his foot back, turned around, and hurried after the two girls in three quick strides.
His footsteps must have been so urgent that they startled the girls in front. Both of them instinctively shifted to the side, making a small path.
"Zhu Zi!"
Little Treasure didn’t know her real na, so he could only call her the way the others did. Although he hadn’t yet seen her face at this mont, he was already almost certain she was the girl he’d t in the little park that day.
The short-haired girl heard soone call her, turned her head, t Little Treasure’s bright black eyes, and froze for a second. Then she gave him a small smile. "Hello!"
By now Little Treasure had co up beside her, looking down at her from his height. "So it really is you. I thought I’d mistaken you for soone else!"
Little Treasure’s delight was written all over his face, and the girl had no choice but to stop and look at him as well. "What a coincidence. Sir, are you here on business?"
Although he looked very young and handso, she’d personally heard two adorable kids call him "Daddy," so he couldn’t very well be a student.
Little Treasure nodded. "Yeah, I ca to the Academic Affairs Office to pick up so files for my Sister." After truthfully stating his purpose here, his gaze shifted with concern to her calf. "How’s your leg doing?"
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