Hello, Heir

A sorry expression was already showing on Si Zhengting’s face. Clenching his jaws, he immediately walked to the cupboard beside them, took out the disinfecting solution, and applied it on Ding Mengya.

He bent down carefully with his tall stature. As he was anxious, he did not take off his coat, and hence, sweat was already forming on his forehead. However, he looked so sincere and earnest that it made Zhuang Nainai’s heart wrench.

 Zhuang Nainai pursed her lips and remained silent while she stood there quietly to wait for Si Zhengting.

 After Si Zhengting disinfected and wrapped up Ding Mengya’s fingers, he urged her, “Stop knitting.”

 Ding Mengya giggled. “Okay, okay. Actually, I wasn’t doing much. I was bored and wanted to find something to do. I know that the children’s skin is too tender for them to wear these when they are born. I wasn’t planning on letting them wear these. I was just thinking of setting this as a goal to become a good wife and loving mother in my fifties, so that I can get you a stepfather more easily in the future…”

 Ding Mengya rambled on and tried her best to loosen up the atmosphere. Si Zhengting pursed his lips and remained silent.

 After Ding Mengya finished speaking, he stood up, glanced at Zhuang Nainai and said moments later, “Alright, we’ll get going.”

 Looking at Si Zhengting, Zhuang Nainai was frustrated.

 She knew that Si Zhengting was being thoughtful of her feelings and did not want to put her in a spot, so he chose to ignore his mother’s feelings.

 She pursed her lips. She had wanted to say something, but just as the words were about to escape her lips, she thought of Mother Zhuang’s unknown whereabouts until now. She shut her mouth.

 She scanned her surroundings before her gaze landed on the dining table. There weren’t any lavish dishes on the table except for a bowl of instant noodles.

 While everyone was celebrating the Chinese New Year happily, she could not even find time to eat just because she was knitting a bunch of sweaters that the children wouldn’t even be able to wear.

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 After the two of them left Ding Mengya’s villa, Si Zhengting looked rather unhappy as they were driving on the road.

 He felt terrible.

 Sister is not living well, but Mother is living worse than she is.

 They could have lived together blissfully. However, due to an unknown car accident, the whole family is disrupted and can’t seem to find peace. 

But, Nainai isn’t wrong.

 If he were the one who personally witnessed someone else run over his own mother, he definitely wouldn’t forgive that person either.

 But when he was the unforgivable one, he felt extremely suffocated.

 He could have… spent the Chinese New Year with her this year and fulfilled this wish that had been kept for years. But why was this Chinese New Year so unpleasant?

 Si Zhengting let out a sigh and gazed outside the window intently. Then, he called Ji Chen. “Help Madam Ding order a set of New Year’s Eve dinner.”

Before he could finish speaking, the phone was snatched away by Zhuang Nainai. Stunned, Si Zhengting heard Zhuang Nainai say, “There’s no need.”

 After hanging up, she looked over at Si Zhengting with a determined gaze. “Let’s fetch… her to our house to celebrate the Chinese New Year.”

 Upon hearing this, Si Zhengting was slightly taken aback.

 Zhuang Nainai was also unsure if what she did was right. However, seeing how the man she loved was being put in a spot, she really could not let the children’s Grandma stay in the villa alone.

 At least, let’s spend this Chinese New Year like this.

 Perhaps Madam Ding really wasn’t the murderer who’d harmed her mother.

 Thus, Zhuang Nainai decided to deceive herself. At the same time, she prayed in her heart, Mother, I hope you don’t blame me.