Mr. Li, your daughter calls someone else dad again

"The first time I got sick was when my mom had an accident. She's always been in good health and there's no history of illness in the family."

"All the tests were fine, so the doctor guessed it might be related to the pregnancy."

Li Yucheng stopped talking here and touched his pocket unconsciously. Ni Jia guessed that he wanted to smoke, but he didn't have a cigarette with him, so he handed him the water in the trough.

Li Yucheng took it but didn't drink it. He clenched the cup in his hand and it made a crackling sound. His Adam's apple rolled back and forth a few times, and then he looked up at her.

"I wanted her to give birth to the baby." When he said this, his fingertips trembled slightly, and even the water in the bottle shook.

The ends of his eyebrows began to droop, the muscles at the corners of his mouth began to twitch, his hands were raised and then put down, and finally, as if there was nowhere to put them, he opened the bottle cap and took a few big gulps.

"I... thought the house was too big and it was boring to be alone, so I let her have another child." Li Yucheng nodded as if admitting his guilt.

Ni Jia immediately understood the other person's thoughts: "So you think you killed her?"

The man kept his head down, and his thumb kept rubbing the trademark on it, with the frequency getting faster and faster, as if he was venting his feelings. She couldn't bear it anymore and reached out to hold it.

After a long while, Li Yucheng asked back: "Isn't it?"

"of course not!"

"The doctor only speculated, and no one could prove that the accident was related to the pregnancy."

"She is in good health!" Li Yucheng raised his head, his eyes red, and tried his best to explain: "She exercises every day, jogging, yoga, and swimming without interruption!"

Maybe because he was too excited, Li Yucheng's body began to tremble again and his breathing became rapid. He pulled at his tie a little impatiently, but because his movements were too rough, he got stuck in one position and couldn't get it up or down.

This incident made him even more agitated, so much so that he wanted to tear his tie with both hands.

"I'll do it." Ni Jia held down the impatient hands and persuaded them to let go in a gentle tone: "You let go first."

The tie was pulled into a knot, and Ni Jia had to unbuckle his seat belt, turn around and be more patient.

Li Yucheng looked at her closely, and his rapid breathing made people feel as if they were being stared at by a lion.

"Everything is just your guess." She said slowly, "Maybe she originally planned to have a second child."

This matter has been lingering in Li Yucheng's mind until now. He has made countless guesses, but in the end he only came to one conclusion.

"She won't." Li Yucheng whispered, "You don't understand her."

"Yeah." Ni Jia agreed with this statement: "You never mentioned it, and you didn't let Aunt Tong mention it."

She had asked Aunt Tong indirectly, but Aunt Tong just shook her head and said she didn't know. The tie was untied, and Ni Jia helped to take it off and reminded her: "If you still feel short of breath, you can unbutton two buttons."

Li Yucheng grabbed her wrist which was about to be pulled away, and pressed it back intact, pressing it on the collar of her shirt.

The car window slowly rolled down, and the air outside rushed in, making people feel much smoother.

"Her father passed away during that time, so she took leave and went home." Li Yucheng explained in a low voice: "She really didn't know."

When he came back, everything had changed. There was one person missing from the house. He became less talkative and was taken to the mansion together with Li Cheng'an.

This was different from what Ni Jia had guessed. At that time, no one dared to mention the deceased Huo Wanqing. Ni Jia only knew that there were two times a year when the air pressure in Li Yucheng would become very low.

One is that in mid-June, Li Chengan holds a very extravagant birthday party every year.

One was in late March. She later found out that it was the anniversary of Huo Wanqing’s death because Li Yucheng didn’t take her with him that first year.

Before, I thought that the two brothers didn't get along, so the more high-profile Li Cheng'an was, the more Li Yucheng would hate him.

Now everything has been connected. Li Yucheng hates his younger brother, probably because he feels that he caused him to lose his mother.

Ni Jia moved her fingers, and Li Yucheng's Adam's apple made her feel a little itchy: "Okay, I got it."

She tried to take her hand back, but Li Yucheng kept pressing on her. She could only unbutton two buttons for him: "Are you feeling better?"

"Yeah." Li Yucheng responded, and not only did he not let go, but he pulled it towards him again. Ni Jia lost his balance and now he fell flat on his back.

"Don't move." Li Yucheng leaned against her ear, rubbed it tenderly, and whispered a plea: "Hold me for a while."

The hot air from the man's collar quickly dyed her face and ears red. Ni Jia stared out the window in a daze. Li Yucheng had just revealed his most vulnerable part to her, and she couldn't move.

All the things were completely connected at this moment. The other party believed that he had killed his own mother, so he pretended to hate children, insisted on being a DINK, and was left with a heartache.

Yes, mental illness. Ni Jia struggled, but was hugged tighter: "Have you seen a psychiatrist?"

“Anxiety disorder.”

"Have you taken any medicine?"

Li Yucheng shook his head and sighed softly in her ear: "I haven't had an attack for many years."

"This is the third time." Ni Jia reminded him: "Go and have a look."

"No need," Li Yucheng pinched the back of her neck, his tone became lighter, but his arms held her tighter: "As long as you are okay."

"If you're afraid to see a doctor, it means you haven't let it go." After lying down for a while, Ni Jia felt hot, and her waist was about to sprain in this position. She reached out and pushed: "Let me go first."

Li Yucheng couldn't hold her still, so she said helplessly: "My waist hurts."

Shouting in pain was indeed effective. Li Yucheng let go. Ni Jia held his waist and twisted it, then straightened his back and punched him twice more. Only then did the sore feeling go away.

I almost came just now. Bad posture is really bad.

"Twisted?" Li Yucheng's hand suddenly came up, and Ni Jia turned his waist to avoid it, feeling a little itchy.

After they calmed down and got closer, the mood in the car became ambiguous. Ni Jia pushed her hair back awkwardly and looked out the window.

"How about I drive it?"

Li Yucheng didn't say anything, but his burning gaze made his presence felt.

"Can you please give me a word? I'm starving."

She waited for a while, and turned back when she became impatient with the suffocating silence: "You give..."

"Okay," Li Yucheng's voice had calmed down, and his breathing was normal. He pinched her earlobe with his right hand and rubbed it gently: "Let's go to Yongyuan Street?"

"casual."

Ni Jia slapped the hand away, fastened her seat belt again, and opened the car window wide. Her ears were a very sensitive part of her body, and the skin that had been pinched was still slightly hot.

She didn't dare to turn around, for fear of meeting Li Yucheng's gaze.

Those eyes used to be cold and emotionless, but now they have changed drastically. Every time I look into their eyes, I feel like I am about to drown.

It was a feeling of being unsure, like stepping into empty air and falling into an endless abyss.

She was a little scared.

"Don't let the wind blow." Li Yucheng suddenly spoke, then rolled up the window on her side, finally making a gap.

This way, it can be ventilated but not so windy as to give you a headache. Ni Jia curled up his fingertips and felt a warmth passing through the cold December wind.