The husband I got is actually the heir to a wealthy family

Is this person Huo Beichen’s mother?

Mu Ningxi didn't dare to confirm.

The next second, Cheng Jingjing promised her: "Aunt, what are you talking about? Zihao is also my nephew. Even if something terrible happens, I will not abandon him."

These words deeply moved Huo Beichen's mother Zhu Jingya.

She looked at Mu Ningxi who was standing behind Cheng Jingjing and asked in confusion: "Who is this..."

"Aunt, this is my good friend Mu Ningxi. Ningxi, this is my aunt." Seeing Zhu Jingya asking, Cheng Jingjing immediately introduced the two.

There was another sentence in Cheng Jingjing's heart that she dared not say: Ning Xi is your daughter-in-law.

"Hello, Auntie!" Mu Ningxi bowed politely to Zhu Jingya and said with a smile.

Zhu Jingya nodded and looked at Cheng Jingjing again.

"Let me try." Seeing Zhu Jingya's intention, Cheng Jingjing knocked on Zheng Zihao's door.

"Zihao, I'm your aunt. Please open the door. I brought you your favorite snacks." While knocking on the door, Cheng Jingjing said to the inside with a smile.

The door didn't move, and there was no movement from inside.

"Why did Zihao lock himself in the room?" Mu Ningxi asked as everyone looked at each other.

Several servants looked at each other, and one of the older ones answered, "Young Master Zihao was just watching cartoons in the living room. I don't know how he suddenly ran into the room and locked the door."

Cartoon, Na Zihao must have seen something that brought back bad memories.

Mu Ningxi had had such an experience before, and she could empathize with Zihao's reaction.

However, unlike Zihao, she had already felt the bad treatment her second uncle and aunt had shown her. Even if she had emotions, she could only suppress them in her heart and dared not show them.

Zihao has such a large group of people who love him and allow him to vent his emotions freely. In this respect, Zihao is luckier than she was when she was a child.

But this kind of love is also a double-edged sword. It can help Zihao get out of it, but it can also make him sink.

At this moment, a voice sounded in Mu Ningxi's heart, Mu Ningxi, that child has the same experience as you, you share the same suffering, you have an obligation to help him.

"Do you have the key to the room?" Mu Ningxi asked directly without thinking too much, his blood boiling.

Everyone's eyes rested on Zhu Jingya's face.

After a moment, Zhu Jingya nodded slightly, and a servant hurriedly took out the key that had been prepared long ago and opened the door.

"Let me go in and try." The unquestionable look on Mu Ningxi's face made Zhu Jingya unable to refuse.

Mu Ningxi closed the door gently and walked inside.

In the dim light, a wall covered with various colorful decorations came into Mu Ningxi's sight.

There is a small bed under the wall, and on the bed is a huge stuffed bear toy.

At the desk next to the bed, a little boy about 6 years old was scribbling on paper with a watercolor pen. The light came from a desk lamp on the desk.

"Zihao, your drawing is so good!" Walking to the desk, Mu Ningxi half-knelt beside Zihao and praised.

Zihao turned his head to glance at her, then turned back to continue painting.

"When I was 10 years old, my parents were in a car accident and left me. Since they left, I did nothing but cry every day."

"Not long after, I was sent to my second uncle's house. My second aunt was very fierce. Whenever she saw me crying, she would beat me when no one was paying attention."

"After a few experiences like this, even if I wanted to cry, I didn't dare cry in front of my uncle and aunt." Sitting on the ground next to Zihao, Mu Ningxi slowly talked about her childhood experiences.

She never told anyone about this experience, including her grandfather who loved her the most.

The death of her parents made Mu Ningxi grow up all of a sudden. She knew that if she told these things to others, it would cause conflicts between her grandfather and her second uncle's family.

She didn't want to see that scene.

"How could they be so bad?" Mu Ningxi was lost in memories of the past when Zheng Zihao beside her suddenly spoke.

Mu Ningxi looked at him in surprise. Zheng Zihao blushed and buried his head even lower.

"Zihao, you have a grandpa, grandma, uncle, and aunt who love you. You are much happier than I was when I was a child. So, you must live and study well, and don't let your parents in heaven feel sad for you."

"Auntie, are my mom and dad really watching me from heaven?" little Zheng Zihao asked timidly a minute later.

Mu Ningxi smiled and nodded, and said firmly: "Yes, we will. Our parents are watching us in heaven, and they all hope that we can be happy."

This sentence caused Zheng Zihao to fall silent again.

Just as Mu Ningxi was thinking about what to say next, Zheng Zihao suddenly stood up from his chair and ran towards the bookcase not far away.