o do I weigh more against Wen Jian I actually made my stance clear yesterday, between Wen Jian and me, you can only choose one."Actually, she had a faint hope in her heart, hoping that Zhuo YUAN would..."I'm not gonna waste my time fighting over a woman I don't even like. Why would I risk pissing off a big client for you"

"I admit, I'm a bit of a "male chauvinist," who the hell came up with that word Isn't it good for a man to want to provide a good life for his woman, to make sure she has enough to eat and wear, and doesn't have to suffer outside the home If that's the case, then the word should be a positive one, right"

I have no idea what he's talking about.

"I mean, if I had known this word was a derogatory term beforehand, why would I have worked so hard Why would I have waited for my career to take off before starting something new with you"

"Having said that, he became more serious: 'I don't look down on your job. It's precisely because you're so excellent that back then, when I had nothing, I wanted to achieve something before starting again with you. Otherwise, what would be the difference between me then and the me working at the construction site before'"

This is Zhao Tingxing's true words. He realized his own heart a long time ago. He didn't come to pester her out of jealousy that she was with someone else. From the moment he went bankrupt, she secretly gave money to help Zhao's company through the crisis, and when she secretly wanted to sell her house to help him, he realized his true feelings.

It is precisely because I realized this that it became even more difficult to accept, and thus I strived hard, wanting a comeback, so that I could have the ability to pursue her.

"Han Li was blunt: "These are your pride and inferiority driving you. Your pride is more important than love, more important than me. You can ignore my feelings and reject me time and time again." "And what about now You're successful. But what if you weren't What if your startup failed Would you just keep ignoring me like this All your actions are based on the fact that you have money. Money gives you confidence, money gives you the ability to love someone."

This was the first time the two had thoroughly communicated their thoughts, Zhao Tingxing lacked eloquence compared to Han Li and even worse emotional intelligence, so he was somewhat confused by the conversation. However, Han Li remained the most clear-headed throughout.

Finally, Zhao Tingxing could only say: "Then let time prove it. You're tired now, and you want to experience a new life. I support you going, but remember to come back."

After that, he reached out and opened the driver's side door for her, then turned and walked away.

His confidence probably stems from their familiarity since childhood, from the presence of Han Zhaoyi, and also from the existence of family.

Hàn Lì drove all the way home, and it's a lie to say that his mood was unaffected. Besides Zhào Tíngxíng, there was also this project that he had been following for so long, which had come to nothing.

After sitting in the car for a while, I went upstairs.

Today, Jiang Mu went to pick up Han Zhao Yi from kindergarten. When she pushed the door open, she saw Jiang Mu and Han Zhao Yi, big and small, sitting opposite each other at the study desk. There was a row of various car models on the study table. Jiang Mu was seriously explaining car knowledge to Han Zhao Yi.

Han Zhaoyi listened very attentively and pointed to one of the cars: "I like this car the most. When I grow up and make money, I'll buy this car for Mom."

"Sure, Uncle Jiang will chip in with you to buy Mom something then."

"You put in half, I put in half, and we'll also have Zhao Tingxing put in half." In Han Zhaoyi's mind, they were all family.

Jiang Mu smiled and said, "Maybe not so many."

"It's better to let Mom buy it herself, she has a lot of money."

The muffled sounds of their intermittent conversation drifted to Han Li's ears as he stood at the doorway. Despite all the hardships he had endured outside, hearing them speak made it all worthwhile.

Jiang Mu first noticed that she was home, smiled at her, and then pointed to Han Zhao Yi who was bowing his head assembling something.

At this time, Han Zhao Yi also looked up and saw her. She shouted "Mom" and ran over to hug her, then pulled her to the table: "Mom, which one do you like"

He looked at Hanli expectantly, hoping she would say she liked the same thing he had just mentioned.

Han Li didn't know which one he liked, because his preferences changed frequently. So, he pointed to one of them, the brand that Jiang Mu was representing.

This is Uncle Jiang's car, Mom plays favorites.

Han Zhao intended to the car he liked, and Han Li said: "Okay, mom likes this one from now on."

Also, be sure to put the toys back in the toy box when you are finished playing.

"Got it," Han Zhaoyi said, and started acting as a porter, moving the cars one by one back to the toy room.

The living room was left with just her and Jiang Mu.

"Didn't you say you were going to be back late" asked Jiang Mu.

"Well, the project didn't work out, so we pulled out early."

"Tired"

"That's right."

"Why don't you go take a shower and relax I'll help Zhao Yi tidy up."

"Let him take care of it himself, that's what I say. It'll be good practice."

There are several cars on the racks, quite high up. He can't reach them.

Jiang Mu said, pushing her shoulder, urging her to take a bath and change into comfortable clothes. He then turned around to help Han Zhaoyi park the car.

That whole wall of toy cars was quite a sight, almost like moving Jiang Mu's study one-to-one into Han Zhao's toy room. When he went in, Han Zhao was standing on a chair, trembling and precariously balancing on his legs as he tried to put a toy car on the shelf. Jiang Mu's heart skipped a beat, so he quickly rushed over, hugged him down from the chair, and helped him put the toy car up, before making three rules:

"From now on, you can only play with these five rows of cars. Cars above the fifth row, you can only play when Mom or Uncle Jiang is here to get them for you, okay"

"Got it." Han Zhao Yi nodded a little unwillingly.

Having parked the car, the two emerged from the toy room. Han Zhao asked: "Did Zhaochai ascend to heaven like my grandmother"

This is what mom told him, so he wants to confirm it with Dad again.

"Well, that's heaven."

"Zhao Tingxing said, Zhaochai can go to heaven and accompany my grandma. I have a wolf grandma too, they will protect Zhaochai." Han ZhaoYi comforted him.

"Uncle Jiang thanks them on behalf of Cai." Jiang Mu rubbed his hair, a little mischievous. He couldn't go three sentences without mentioning Zhao Tingxi.

Jiang Mu knew that children understood everything in their hearts, just like when he was a child. Although his mother was powerful and didn't let him participate in his father's affairs outside, he would still go to bother his father and those women when his mother wasn't around.

Maintaining a connection with blood relatives is a natural instinct, so Han Zhao Yi instinctively tries to make Zhao Ting's presence known. He feels no displeasure about it.

Or, he might be a cool and detached person. He cares for Han Zhao Yi because of Han Li, but he doesn't deliberately flatter or try to act like a father figure. Instead, their relationship is quite balanced.

After Han Zhaoyi fell asleep, the two sat on chairs on the balcony. Only a small lamp beside the balcony was lit, illuminating the distant lights of thousands of homes and the countless stars in the sky. They occasionally exchanged a word or two, like two solitary night owls, finding comfort in each other's presence.

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