Mr. Li, your daughter calls someone else dad again

It turned out that the cat's name was Sanhua. This was the first time Li Yucheng knew it had a name.

"I remember it was a tabby cat."

"I picked it up in the yard." Ni Jia explained.

It only took a little while for Li Yucheng to understand. There were three kinds of flowers planted in the front yard, and the cat was hiding under the flowers. When he caught it, there was a piece of dead leaf stuck on its body.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to be so upset."

"No." Ni Jia's thoughts came back, and his originally moist eyes gradually became clear: "You haven't thought about it at all."

Wrong is wrong, there is nothing wrong with admitting it. Li Yucheng continued: "I admit that I didn't think much about others at that time."

"But I have explained all this." He sounded a little powerless at the end. If the other party wanted to settle accounts with him like this, then there would be endless old accounts.

"I have committed many crimes," he pinched the back of the woman's neck and said softly, "Please be magnanimous and forgive me."

"I forgive you," Ni Jia said indifferently, "Sanhua will not forgive you."

Li Yucheng let the man go, and the other party looked at him coldly. Unable to think of a better way for a moment, he touched his eyebrows helplessly.

"What should we call this one downstairs?" Ni Jia glanced at him. He cleared his throat and whispered, "How about calling it Wuhua?"

Three flowers, five flowers...

Ni Jia stared at him for a long while, then suddenly asked, "Is it funny?"

Li Yucheng scratched his nose with a dusty face and shook his head wisely. He originally wanted to say his name was Sanhua, but then he felt it was not a good idea, so he changed the subject and the name came out.

"let go."

He let go obediently, and the next second, Ni Jia opened the door and went out. Li Yucheng still didn't give up and called the housekeeper.

It would have been better if I hadn't asked. Once I asked, I felt disheartened. The housekeeper had already forgotten about the matter and there was no room for turning things around.

Back on the first floor, Ni Hao held the kitten, and the two sisters huddled on the sofa, feeding the cat strips, calling it "King" over and over again.

Li Yucheng asked: "What do you call it?"

"My King!" He patted the kitten's head and said, "I named it. Does it sound good?"

Li Yucheng: ...

Li Yucheng: "Do you think Wuhua will be better?"

"Wuhua?" She pronounced it carefully twice, probably to make it easier to remember. Later, she pronounced it louder and louder, so Li Yucheng quickly covered her mouth.

"My lord," he glanced in Ni Jia's direction, then turned back and said with a wry smile, "My lord is fine."

"Mommy said it looks like a little tiger," Ni Hao explained.

When Li Yucheng heard it, he gave a thumbs up on the spot: "Good name."

The living room was so small that the entire conversation fell into Ni Jia's ears. Before her smile was exposed, she quickly pulled Aunt Tong into the kitchen.

"The child just wants to have fun. Thank you for your hard work."

"It's okay," Aunt Tong said with a smile, "Kittens are cute, and you like them too."

Ni Jia smiled, then suddenly remembered something and looked outside: "Has he been sick recently?"

"You mean the young master?" Aunt Tong looked blank: "I haven't heard of it."

"What's wrong? Is he feeling unwell? I'll go and ask him." Aunt Tong became anxious when she heard this and wanted to go out, but Ni Jia quickly stopped her.

"I asked him, but he wouldn't tell me." Ni Jia didn't know how to explain, so he described his symptoms at the mall: "He would suddenly start sweating, his head and palms would sweat as well."

"He said he was addicted to smoking. Is that right?"

"Impossible." Aunt Tong shook her head: "Young Master has seldom smoked in the past two years, but he does drink a little wine occasionally."

Maybe this is not accurate, Aunt Tong thought, it’s a good thing that the young lady started to care, she immediately changed her words and said, “Actually, it’s alcoholism.”

"Drinking?" Ni Jia looked outside and saw Li Yucheng still sitting on the sofa, chatting with the children in a haphazard manner.

How could such a workaholic become an alcoholic? How could he work after drinking?

"why?"

"You must be busy with work, and..." Aunt Tong glanced at her and didn't say anything else, but Ni Jia already understood that it was related to her.

"I haven't seen him very often. He usually looks pretty normal."

"It was before. The last time you came back to the villa, he drank a lot of wine after you left."

"And..." Aunt Tong hesitated to speak.

"Anything else?" Ni Jia asked.

"The young master thought the child was not his and looked very sad. I didn't dare to say too much at that time." Aunt Tong felt a little guilty when she mentioned this: "I drank so much that my stomach got worse."

Ten workaholics, all ten have stomach problems. Without exception, Li Yucheng has this problem. Ni Jia knew about it five years ago, but it was not very serious at that time.

Glancing at the seasoning bottle from the corner of his eye, Ni Jia recalled the scene in the kitchen last time and quickly added, "Oh, and his back would sweat, his whole shirt would get wet, and his body would tremble, and he looked very uneasy."

"You really haven't seen it?" Ni Jia grabbed Aunt Tong's hand: "Think about it again."

"You said the young master was shaking?" Aunt Tong's eyes widened in shock. "No, he would have a headache and stomach discomfort the next day after drinking heavily, but he wouldn't shake."

"It's not alcoholism." Ni Jia explained: "He didn't drink alcohol both times."

"How could that be?" Aunt Tong frowned, looking more anxious than she was: "How about asking a doctor to take a look tomorrow?"

It seems that Aunt Tong doesn't know that maybe Li Yucheng has never been sick at home, or maybe he hid when he was sick, just like he did in the mall today.

"Are there any special medicines at home, on the bedside table or something like that? Have you seen them?"

Aunt Tong shook her head: "They didn't dare to open the cabinets, they just wiped the visible places."

Ni Jia thought about it and agreed. It seemed like he could only ask about this matter himself when he had time.

"What are you talking about?"

Aunt Tong was startled, perhaps because her reaction was too great, Li Yucheng's eyes gradually became inquiring, and he glanced back and forth at the two of them several times.

"You walk without making any sound?" Ni Jia calmly reached behind and put his arm around Aunt Tong's back: "Look how scared the old lady is."

Li Yucheng stared at her, then walked to the sink and turned on the faucet: "If you are not free this week, then pick a time next week."

Ni Jia was not able to react to this: "What?"

Li Yucheng squeezed two pumps of hand sanitizer and began to wash his hands slowly: "Physical examination."

"Are you going too?"

"Well," Li Yucheng looked at her sideways: "I'll accompany you."

"I mean, you also do physical examinations?"

Li Yucheng looked at her, took out two tissues, wiped them clean and threw them into the trash can: "Okay, let's do it together."

"Okay." Ni Jia changed his previous attitude, pulled out his phone and looked at the memo: "Then next Wednesday."

"Okay, I'll make arrangements."

"Please consider the previous suggestion as well."

"Which one?"

"Speaker."

Ni Jia pointed his chin towards the living room and said, "Ask her yourself."

"asked."

"She didn't agree?" Ni Jia was a little surprised.

"It seems that I didn't understand. I said I wanted to ask you."

Ni Jia nodded: "She doesn't like taking pictures."

"Her poster will be hung in the mall," Li Yucheng said meaningfully, "and no one is more suitable than her."