"Later, my father said that I rarely showed up in the capital, and even if I did, I might still be able to help, so I gave up."
Mi Jinghuan sighed with some regret.
"Brother, you are already quite powerful by becoming the president of the Qingzhou Chamber of Commerce at a young age. Those people of your age in the capital are either dandies in the capital, or they live a chaotic life relying on some shady skills at home.
"
Mi Xiayao subconsciously raised her hand and patted her brother's shoulder, but the next second she realized that this action seemed a bit too much, and she retracted her hand at a loss.
Their biological brothers and sisters rarely meet face to face like this, whether in their previous life or this life.
When she was young, she remembered that this brother treated her quite complicatedly because her birth mother passed away, but she was the only biological sibling in their family.
She understood her brother's complicated mood. While he complained about her, she was reluctant to look at him coldly because of the blood connection.
So he simply followed his mother's uncles and worked hard outside to learn how to do business. Mi's father took Mi Xiayao with him until she was seven or eight years old. Mi's father realized that he, a vulgar businessman, might not be able to bring the girl's family out of the country.
Everyone looks like a lady.
That's why Mi Xiayao was later sent to the capital to be raised by Mi's grandfather and learn the rules of the capital.
In her previous life, she focused on establishing a firm foothold in the Duan family, carefully maintaining her ridiculous marriage relationship with Duan Honglin, and had very little contact with her brother who was far away in Qingzhou.
It seems that later, until she was bedridden, the news about her in the capital never thought of being sent to Qingzhou...
Distant memories gradually drift into the distance.
"I heard from my father earlier that you had a child with you. Is that child naughty? I also heard that this child has never been registered."
Mi Jinghuan's originally joyful expression immediately turned serious at this moment.
The conversation between the two brothers and sister was so respectful that I thought they were chatting with some distinguished guest.
Mi Xiayao recovered her thoughts, turned to the child running in the yard and called "Xiao Bao".
At this time, Mi Jinghuan noticed that there were three strangers in the yard.
One of them was a relatively short boy with a braided braid and a silver ring collar around his neck.
The little face that was obviously quite round turned out to be as dirty as a little tabby cat.
Mi Jinghuan has a severe mysophobia. No matter how difficult the current environment is, he cannot tolerate a speck of dust near him.
Seeing this dirty child running over, he was so frightened that he quickly took a step back.
"Mom! The yard here is so big! It's different from the small yards in the capital!"
After this period of time, Mi Xiaobao was played around by the little girl of the Gu family who was very articulate, and now he can express many of his thoughts almost fluently.
This was more effective than Song Qiao taking him to read the Three Character Classic every day.
Mi Jinghuan's eyes twitched and he looked at Mi's father aside.
"Call uncle." Mi Xiayao was used to it. She took out her handkerchief and wiped his hands and then her face.
The whiteness and tenderness gradually became visible on his face, and Mi Jinghuan's frown relaxed a little.
"Hello, Uncle...Father." He called his name a little unfamiliar.
The child's tongue is still not flexible, and when he speaks unfamiliar words, his tongue seems to be knotted.
There was a little bit of restraint in the milky voice.
At a young age, I could keenly feel that the uncle across from me didn't like him very much, and the child suddenly lost the bravery of a calf.
He wilted and hid behind Mi Xiayao.
The sky-high braid on her head appeared and disappeared behind her.
"The children are tired from traveling, so don't worry about it anymore. The reception banquet in the evening is more important. Now go and have a good rest."
Mi Hanhai could see that the current atmosphere was a bit awkward, so he waved his hand to break up the situation.
Mi Jinghuan wanted to say something else, but he hesitated and just opened his mouth to say something, but Mi Xiayao actually walked out with the child.
The housekeeper diligently led the two men toward the backyard.
He looked at Mi's father helplessly, "Dad, since you originally wanted me to get closer to Ayaoduo, why did you just say we were breaking up?"
"If we get closer, it will be a cyclical and gradual thing!"
Mi's father seemed very angry that Mi Jinghuan didn't understand delicate emotions. He glared at his son fiercely.
As if he was not relieved, he added: "Thankfully, my daughter-in-law is your childhood sweetheart, and your childhood sweetheart grew up together. With your brain, you might as well be a bachelor in the future!"
That’s what I said!
Mi Jinghuan was immediately unconvinced, "Father, how could you harm your son like this?!"
"If you don't ease the relationship with my son, you will harm me and I will harm you."
Mi Jinghuan: "..."
I knew that my father liked my sister, but I didn't know that he could like her so much.
He laughed angrily, but he was not angry at all. After the helpless mood passed, he looked melancholy in the direction Mi Xiayao left and sighed silently.
Here, Mi Xiayao and Gu Yun came to the small courtyard led by the housekeeper.
The housekeeper smiled and explained: "This was originally the eldest lady's boudoir, do you remember? The master keeps it intact. In recent years, the eldest young master will put some precious treasures here, and some beautiful objects are kept here.
The master showed it off, so it’s somewhat different from usual.”
He carefully introduced the origin of each treasure and finally sent them away.
As soon as the person stepped forward with his front foot, Mi Xia Yao couldn't hide her tired look and slumped down on the round stool.
Gu Yun wasn't much better either.
No matter how comfortable the carriage is, the space is still small.
The two of them quickly bathed, washed, and tidied up the child, then returned to their rooms and took the child to sleep.
After catching up on the night's sleep, as the sunset glowed and clouds filled the sky, Song Qiao received the message from the front yard, carefully opened the door and lit the candles in the house one by one.
Mi Xiayao gradually sobered up her thoughts under the warm yellow light.
She sat up from the bed and looked at the strange yet familiar furnishings in the room. For a moment, she seemed to have returned to the trance she had been in when she was a child.
"Madam, the master said that the reception banquet will start in two hours. Let's get ready. Mrs. Gu next door has already gotten up to freshen up."
It was obviously still bright when she fell asleep, but when she woke up, it was dark and changed, and she no longer felt safe.
Mi Xiayao felt a sense of emptiness in her heart. The busy schedule these days made her feel empty.
She felt like she was going crazy and began to miss Pei Xingyuan who was far away in the capital.
"Tell me, if Pei Xingyuan saw that I was missing the next day, would he be so angry that he couldn't sleep for several nights in a row?"
Song Qiao's hand that opened the curtain paused slightly, and she looked at her girl helplessly.
"Madam, you coaxed people to dream of a beautiful future one day, and then disappeared the next day. Who wouldn't be angry if you replaced her?"
"...cough." Mi Xiayao suddenly coughed out of guilt.
Her inexplicable feeling of loss disappeared immediately at this moment.