"As long as it's delicious!" Bai Xinhui gave him a smile back. That smile without any impurities made Jin Zun stunned for a long time. After a long time, he lowered his head and started to pick up the rice in the bowl. The white rice grains, pure color,
But he felt like something was stuck in his throat.
"Xinhui!" After thinking again and again, he finally put down the silver piece. His dark eyes glanced at the woman picking up the vegetables opposite, with a complicated look on his face.
"What's wrong?" Bai Xinhui grabbed the silver piece with her fingers, fearing that he would see any clues.
"I made an appointment with Fan Wei," he pondered the words. "Do you remember Fan Wei? We used to play together when we were kids. He is now a doctor in a mental hospital. He said that we should come out to get together sometime. You see...
..." He carefully looked at her expression, and she was actually a little nervous.
"Oh, that's right," Bai Xinhui breathed a sigh of relief, "I used to play with it a lot, right."
"Yeah," Jin Zun nodded. Her condition was getting worse and worse and he couldn't delay it any longer, but he didn't want to hurt her self-esteem.
"when?"
"This weekend." He breathed out.
"Okay," Bai Xinhui forced a smile. Jin Zun lowered his head and ate the celery she picked up with chopsticks from the bowl.
"Sir..." Bai Xinhui said hesitantly, "What's wrong?" Looking at his dark eyes, she felt uncomfortable all over.
"That," she put down her rice bowl and searched for descriptive words in her mind, but she couldn't help but clasping her hands tightly under the table, exerting force, and force again.
"I recently...I want to..." She clasped her hands harder and harder.
"Well, tell me," Jin Zun raised his eyes with the silver chopsticks between his fingers, waiting for her answer.
"Well, I want a car. As you know, I always have to be picked up by Lao Zhang when I go out. He also has his own things to do. I can't bother him all the time, and -"
Jin Zun interrupted her, "That's Lao Zhang's responsibility!"
"But, I will find it very inconvenient," she lowered her eyes, not daring to look into his eyes, "and, well, I..."
"Is there not enough money in the card to spend?" Jin Zun simply put down his bowls and chopsticks and stared at her quietly.
"Well," Bai Xinhui nodded in a low voice, "Um, sir, I've been attracted to -"
"How much?" Jin Zun interrupted her impatiently, his dark eyes gazing at Bai Xinhui opposite him. He thought her good side wouldn't be so greedy. Was he wrong?
They were both women. Su Mozheng never asked him about the money he had received, nor did he say what luxury goods he wanted to buy. On the contrary, Bai Xinhui had to compare and compete with others in everything.
To be honest, this face is disgusting.
"Honor," she hesitated.
"How many!?"
"One, one million," she muttered.
"Okay, I understand." The chair was pulled away and he had already stood up. There was still half a bowl of white rice in the rice bowl, but he had lost interest in the food on the table. "I will clock in for you.
As for the car, you can ask Qu Mo to accompany you to see it, or you can ask Lao Zhang!"
"I'm full, you can continue." He turned around, but there was a bit of sarcasm on the corner of his lips. She thought she was sincerely making this dinner, but she didn't expect that even the dinner was premeditated.
Rubbing his temples and getting up, Jin Zun turned around and walked towards the stairs.
"Sir, you haven't eaten yet?" Behind her, Bai Xinhui stood up from the dining table and looked at the half bowl of rice opposite. She didn't even take a few bites. How could she be considered full?
"I'm full," two faint words floated over, and his footsteps didn't stop.
Bai Xinhui stared at the half bowl of rice with resentment, and finally slapped the table and stood up, "Sister-in-law Zhang, if you don't want to eat it, just throw it away!" She shouted loudly, and poured several dishes on the table.
Together.
The remaining juice splashed all over the table, but she didn't even look at it, pushed the chair away angrily and walked out.
At the top of the stairs, a small head popped out. Jin Zun picked it up and said, "Zhezhe, are you eating well?"
Because Bai Xinhui didn't like Zhezhe, she simply handed Zhezhe over to the housekeeper, who was responsible for the little one's three meals a day.
Probably due to his mental retardation, Zhezhe starts eating later than other children of the same age, and until now, he has not given up the habit of drinking a glass of milk before meals.
Jin Zun was very helpless about this. He also asked Bai Xinhui some questions, but the latter answered hesitantly and looked miserable.
Later, he simply stopped asking. Because he couldn't believe that he was a normal person with an IQ almost above 180. Xinhui also had a normal but high IQ. How could their child be mentally retarded?
Whenever he asked this question, Bai Xinhui would always say with tears and snot in her eyes how difficult it was for her to give birth to Zhezhe. Perhaps the environmental conditions were not good and she was unable to raise a child by herself. Zhezhe
Zhe had a fever before, but he didn't receive proper treatment. The combination of the malnutrition before and the fever the day after tomorrow made him mentally retarded.
The reason was actually a bit far-fetched, but Bai Xinhui didn't like to answer this question, so he stopped asking, for fear of touching on her painful past.
"Sir!" The housekeeper came from behind and looked at Zhezhe in Jin Zun's arms. He was obviously relieved and took a breath.
"Dad, aren't mom very angry because Zhezhe is disobedient?" Jin Zun was just about to speak, but the little guy in his arms opened his mouth and flattened his mouth, looking very pitiful.
"Zhezhe is not disobedient. Zhezhe is listening to the housekeeper and eating well. Zhezhe is also very good in school. Zhezhe is not disobedient..." The little guy repeated the same words, his dark eyes looking like
To shed tears.
"Zhezhe," Jin Zun put down the little guy in his arms, squatted down and rubbed Zhezhe's smooth face.
The bright black eyes, the round face, the small bridge of the nose which is not very straight, is a bit slumped, and the eyebrows are very light in color and uneven in thickness. No matter how you look at it, they don't look like him. Jin Zun can't find this.
There is nothing about the child that looks like him. Perhaps, he looks more like Xin Hui. He sighed silently in his heart.
"Zhezhe, mom is not angry with you, so don't be so afraid in the future, okay?"
He rubbed his smooth and tender face with his fingertips and watched Zhezhe move his little mouth timidly, "Dad, I got it."
No one has ever taught him proper words.
Jin Zun originally wanted to rub his head, but his hand was in mid-air, but he automatically stopped and took it back.
This child is always not close to him, and he is not close to this child. It's like there is some blood intimacy between father and son, but he can't feel it at all.
"Take good care of the young master!" he ordered to the butler standing beside him.
"Yes, sir."
In the morning, at eight o'clock, the warm sun shone slightly, and I woke up with the morning light.
At the corner of a dark alley, Bai Xinhui had just walked to a broken door when she was pulled in by a pair of palms that stretched out from behind.
The crowd disappeared and the old broken door closed again, as if this scene had never existed.
But a pair of brass-colored palms pressed on her shoulders and ordered anxiously, "How about it, have you got the money? Don't tell me that you have no money. If you don't have any money, believe it or not, I've exposed you!"
Just after the threatening words, Bai Xinhui opened her eyes, closed the dim light of the morning, and saw the man in front of her, with the faint scar on his face and his tattered clothes. At this moment, he was looking at him sinisterly.
To her, it seemed as if all she had to do was say 'no' and he would kill her.
Bai Xinhui didn't want to do anything, but she still had to say bitterly, "I have the money!"
"Where is it!" The man said and was about to go through her pocket. Bai Xinhui opened his hand and quickly walked away. What she held in her hand was a check for one million.
"The money is with me, you want one million." Bai Xinhui's face was expressionless as her red lips twitched slightly.
The shadow of the tall tree fell in the sun, leaving only a small circle of shadow in the morning light. The breeze caressed it, and the thin sheet swayed in an attractive arc. The man's hair was about to leak out, and he stretched out his hand to grab it.
.
Bai Xinhui quickly hid it in her sleeves, inserted it into her coat pocket, and said coldly, "If you want money, yes! But you must agree to one condition!"
"You bitch, how dare you negotiate terms with me!" The man stepped forward angrily, grabbed her neck, and forced her against the moss wall behind. His eyes were fierce, and the scars on his cheeks were even more obvious.
, reaching out to grab the check from her sleeve.
"I, I called the police before I came..." Bai Xinhui spoke with difficulty, her breathing almost stagnant under his big palm, "The police should, should be here soon!" She finished the whole sentence with difficulty, proudly.
He looked at the man in front of him who suddenly relaxed his strength.
"You bitch!" The man was about to punch out in anger, but fortunately he relaxed his strength earlier, and Bai Xinhui easily slipped under his arm. Looking at him with a sneer from the other end,
"You can choose to agree to my conditions, or follow the police," she curled her red lips.
The man took a few deep breaths and stared at her with a fierce look in his eyes, as if he wanted to tear her alive.
After a long time, he finally wheezed and compromised: "Okay, you say it!" Gangsters are always afraid of the police. After all, they have the money, so why bother with so much?
"Take this money and leave here, and you are not allowed to come back!" Bai Xinhui took out the check from her sleeve and waved it, "One million is enough for you to live for a long time. If you don't know what to do,
The worst we can do is to destroy everything!"
Her fingers tightened and her nails pinched the check, which made the man opposite her feel distressed, "Hey, hey, let go, it's my one million!"
"Do you agree or not?" Bai Xinhui spoke again.
"Promise, promise!" the man responded casually, his eyes almost fixed on the check.
"Here you go!" After Bai Xinhui thought for a moment, she slapped the check on the man and shouted sternly, "After you take the money, get out of here! Remember, you are not allowed to show up in City C again!"
"I know, I know," the man's eyes greedily scanned the long string of numbers on the check, "Get out of here!" Bai Xinhui was already a little impatient.
"Just leave, you fucking bitch, bah--" The man spat at Bai Xinhui, stuffed the check into the precious thing in his arms, and hurriedly opened the door and walked out.