u'an gave her his phone number: "Wait for me at the law firm, I'll pick you up." He was worried that she was still a novice driver and in this weather after the heavy rain, she wouldn't dare to drive...Zhao Tingxing was arrogant. Except for Gu Ruandong and that Mr. Cen, he could always find fault with others, picking out minor flaws to ridicule them.

Just like Cheng Shaofan, a playboy who's unreliable, he believed Han Li wouldn't truly be interested; but this Jiang Mu, he searched for days and couldn't find any issues with him at all.

Compared to other rich kids, he is very low-key and hasn't done anything out of the ordinary. He has dated a few girlfriends, but they all broke up amicably and there are no reports of any scandals.

Zhao Tingxing, after understanding the situation, felt even more suffocated. Such a man naturally deserved Han Li and Han Zhaoyi.

But in the end, he tossed aside the information he had given Yan Jin, scoffing. It was so ordinary and dull.

Finally, he found something that made him feel like deducting points, and the tightness in his chest eased slightly.

His branch office in Beijing has officially started operating. On the weekends, he took Han Zhaoyi with him, saying that it was to play with him, but most of the time he just had him by his side, accompanying him at the company and attending meeting after meeting.

Han Zhao Yi is very well-behaved. When he goes to meetings, he quietly waits. At noon or in the afternoon when the meeting is over, he goes to the construction site, and Han Zhao Yi happily follows without complaining about going to the amusement park.

The little rascal was so well-behaved that he made him feel a bit guilty, so on Sunday afternoon, he put all his work aside and dedicated himself to taking him to the amusement park.

As soon as Han Zhaoyi entered the amusement park, he went crazy. Zhao Tingxing followed him, carrying his water bottle and bag. He was tall, towering over the group of kids in the amusement park like a giant.

Han Zhao Yi was sweating profusely after a while, rushing to Zhao Ting Xing's side and taking a gulp of water.

"I'll go buy some tissues for you to wipe your face."

"There's something in here." Han Zhaoyi pointed at the bag he was carrying.

This package was taken down by Han Li when they picked him up yesterday. Zhao Tingxing has never opened it because he was going to send him back in the evening, so he carried it.

At this moment, she unzipped the bag. Thoughtfully, there was a small towel, tissues, spare clothes and pajamas for Han Zhao Yi inside. Everything was neatly packaged in individual bags with labels attached. There was also a sticky note listing several of Han Zhao Yi's daily habits.

A déjà vu feeling.

Suddenly, I remembered that when we were in Senzhou, Yixin had given Han Zhao a bag identical to the one she was giving to me.

Further back, many years ago, their construction site took on projects from outside, not allowing women to follow. When Han Li was preparing his luggage, she would also pack his daily clothes that needed to be washed in simple plastic bags, neatly arranged. She said, "You won't wash your clothes, bring them back for me to wash."

He sneered: "Leaving it out for so long, wouldn't it have gone bad"

"So I'll go to your construction site once a week to pick up my clothes, but after you change them, please don't put them with the clean clothes so they don't get dirty."

He was very impatient: "Cut to the chase."

But no matter how many times she stressed it, he still mixed things up. There wasn't much fuss on the construction site, and every time, she got so angry. She originally went to the site once a week to pick up his dirty clothes, but later changed it to twice a week. She always said that even if he worked on the construction site, her man should be clean and tidy every day.

At the time, I thought it was just ordinary.

Seeing him stare blankly at the package, Han Zhaoyi called out from the side: "Zhao Tingxing, did you find the tissues"

He came to, flipped through his bag, didn't see any tissues, so he used a towel to wipe him.

The pattern on the towel is a little dog, and his name, Zhao Cai, is also written at the corners.

He was wiping Han Zhaoyi's hair and face haphazardly with a towel, Han Zhaoyi didn't mind, but suddenly asked, "Zhao Tingxing, could you also keep a dog"

"What kind of dog are you getting" That's strange, he doesn't like dogs.

Just like how Daddy has a dog named Zhaochai, can we have one named Jinfan Mom really likes dogs.

"Your mother likes dogs, or people"

He knew Han Li didn't like dogs. She used to hide behind him every time she passed by the construction site gate when the old man there had a German Shepherd.

But the dog was very fond of her. The year she left the construction site, the dog chased her car for miles.

Many forgotten things are gradually becoming clearer in my mind. The clearer they become, the more I feel a tightness and discomfort in my chest.

Even Han Zhaoyi had to chime in from the side, "You like people and you like dogs."

"What about you" he asked.

"I like them too."

"I asked you if you liked Jiang Mu or me more"

"You can't compare them like that. Zhaochai Baba is someone Mama likes, while you are my father."

Zhao Tingxing felt a sharp pain in his chest and his eyes welled up when he heard him say the word "father," but his mouth was merciless: "You still know that I'm your father, you haven't even called me 'father' once."

"When you're nice to Mom, that's when I'll call you Dad."

"You little punk." He roughly wiped his face with a towel, "Go play."

After playing until late, the father and son went out for dinner. It was very late when they sent Han Zhaoyi back to Han Li's residence.

Han Zhao Yi fell asleep in the car. He didn't carry himself upstairs and waited for Han Li to come down and pick him up.

Zhao Tingxing took the children with him, Han Li was actually very reassured. She hadn't contacted them these past two days, and it wasn't convenient to contact them. Since he didn't bring them back so late, she sent a message asking him to send them directly to kindergarten tomorrow.

She stayed home these two days, mainly going to a furniture mall with Jiang Mu to buy household supplies. In the afternoon, Jiang Mu had something to do in the store and left, she just finished sending a message to Zhao Tingxing when she received his reply: downstairs, come down and get me.

Helen had just finished showering and was wearing a spaghetti-strap nightgown, so she threw a shawl over her shoulders out of habit. She went downstairs in slippers, only to pick up Helen's brother.

Zhao Tingxing's car was parked there very conspicuously, with its hazard lights on, and he hadn't gotten out of the vehicle.

She rapped on his window, signaling him to open the back door.

Zhao Tingxing didn't open the door, peering through the glass at the woman outside. She was slightly bent over, her expression cold, as she lightly tapped on his window. Even with a shawl wrapped around her, he could imagine what she looked like underneath; too familiar.

Han Li knocked on the car window again. Zhao Tingxing opened the driver's side door and got out immediately. Han Li took two steps back, and with a clang, the car door shut behind him.

Under the cover of night, Han Li hadn't reacted yet when he was pulled into someone's arms and pressed against the car.

"Let go, you're crazy." She pushed him with her hand, but couldn't move him.

He was always rough and domineering, she was no match for him at all. To create some distance, she could only retreat further and further back, her back almost touching the hood of the car.

The further she leaned back, the closer Zhao Tingxing got, always maintaining a close distance. His breath fell on her shoulders and neck.

Her shawl was draped over the hood of the car, with a clear view ahead. There was a faint, very faint red mark on her collarbone. Zhao Tingxing saw it and his eyes warmed slightly. He lowered his head and fiercely inhaled into that subtle redness, using the color he drew out to cover up the previous one.down. A rich girl raised in a honey jar, although she developed in the entertainment industry, her experience was simple. Fans from all sides held magnifying glasses to find flaws and black material,...