After marrying a scientific research tycoon, I retired early and won

Lin Xiaokang has been alert since he was a child.

He was twelve years old when Dad died.

Dad said that Mom is very simple and asked him to protect her well.

He also does physical work, and it is no problem for him to carry a teenage child's gas tank to the fourth floor.

He also fought off a man who wanted to pursue his mother, but his mother didn't like him.

In addition to studying hard these years, he also trained himself to be muscular just to protect his mother.

Some people think they hide it well, but their true intentions are clearly written on their faces.

"You're here..." Lin Xiaokang grabbed a handful of candy from the table and handed it to her. Just when Ji Wei raised the corner of her mouth, he said expressionlessly, "Thank you for your gift. Happy New Year. You can leave now."

"Xiaokang, don't be rude." Professor Lin glared at him and said, "Come in first."

Lin Xiaokang shrugged, but still moved aside.

"Thank you, Aunt Lin." Ji Wei's stiff expression finally relaxed. She smiled slightly and walked in.

She always felt that she lacked luck, or simply put, luck with men.

Some girls are obviously very beautiful and good in every way, but they are not as talented as Ji Ning, so they are not liked by men.

Fortunately, she is very much liked by the elders.

"I saw that you like to practice calligraphy, so I specially picked a Hero brand fountain pen for you. Your pen is already very old, so it's time to change it."

As soon as she reached out her hand and touched the old pen on the table, Professor Lin immediately raised his voice, "Don't touch it!"

After saying that, Professor Lin almost ran over. She was anxious. She walked to the table, picked up the pen carefully, and wiped it again and again with her handkerchief, for fear of damaging it.

Ji Wei bit her lip, not knowing why Professor Lin was making such a fuss.

It's just a pen, it's broken, and I've wrapped it again and again with tape, so how come it can't be touched anymore?

But she only dared to think about it in her heart.

She knew that Ji Ning still wanted to apply to Central South University, so she gave up the idea of buying her way into a fake university.

Since Ji Ning could do it, why couldn't she do it? She didn't want to be inferior to Ji Ning.

It would be impossible for her to get into Central South University based on her grades in this lifetime. Mathematics was so difficult, Chinese questions were so confusing, and she didn't know any English. So she had to rely on Professor Lin.

…………

The next day, when Ji Ning came to the Lin family, she also noticed the pen. "Your pen may become completely useless after a while. You won't be able to write with it anymore."

"It's okay." Although Professor Lin felt a little regretful, she would definitely keep the pen.

Seeing Professor Lin cherishing it, Ji Ning took another look at the photo. The man in the black and white photo had a gentle and kind look as if he was looking at Professor Lin. "I know a master who can repair pens. At least he can make this pen continue to exist. Even if he can't repair it, the worst case scenario is that it will remain the same. If you don't mind, I can take you there."

"Really?" Professor Lin's eyes lit up with hope again.

It would be good to keep it as it is, but every time she practiced calligraphy, she felt that Feng Xu had come alive, holding her hand and guiding her to write word by word.

"Of course." Ji Ning's face was bright and her eyes were white, as beautiful as a lotus. She looked at people with great sincerity. "I'm really grateful to you for bothering me for a long time recently."

"Okay..." Professor Lin's eyes were wet.

Ji Ning is different from Jing Mo. She looks well-behaved, obedient and sensible, not at all rebellious.

When her late husband was still alive, Professor Lin had thought in her heart that if she had a daughter, she would never marry Jing Mo, because the child would not be caring and would not be suitable to be a husband.

Although Feng Xu liked Jing Mo from the bottom of his heart, he also felt the same way.

Fortunately, they had a son.

As for Ji Ning, they just spent a few days together, just like the warm sun in the dead of winter, moistening everything silently.

This child is cute and has her own way of dealing with people. She is very empathetic and always knows what you are thinking deep down one step ahead of others.

It is Jing Mo's blessing to live with such a child.

Jing Mo can only spend his life with her, otherwise no one else is worthy and cannot open his heart.

Professor Lin likes Ji Ning from the bottom of his heart, but there is only one Ji Ning.

After thinking for a while, she pulled Ji Ning's hand over, held it in her palm, and asked, "Ningning, do you have a sister?"

She wanted to introduce him to Xiaokang.

Ji Ning: "..."

Unfortunately, there was one, but she didn't want to bother him.

Ji Ning twitched her lips, "My sister is already married."

Professor Lin sighed, "That's such a pity."

"..."

It’s not a pity, really not a pity at all.

Ji Ning almost suffered internal injuries.

Think about Lin Xiaokang, an 18-year-old boy with a handsome appearance, an athletic body, and an extremely talented brain. Is there anything he can't find a girl for?

Ji Ning felt that Professor Lin's worries were unnecessary.

There may not be as many girls who like him as those who like Zhou Jingmo, but for Zhou Jingmo, like the lonely moon in the sky, everyone only dares to play the secret crush on him, like Wu Miaoxiu, shrinking timidly and watching from afar.

But for Lin Xiaokang, everyone dared to play their cards openly and pursued him openly, so the people pursuing him would definitely line up from Yuecheng to the capital.

It's simply that he doesn't want to be in a relationship.

Seeing what Ji Ning was thinking, Professor Lin just shook his head, "Alas, my son is good in everything except that he doesn't really associate with girls..."

Professor Lin seemed very worried about his son's love problems.

At this time, Lin Xiaokang stood up and shouted, "Mom, what era is this? Free love is important now. Don't worry about my affairs..."

In fact, he was a little worried. He always felt that if his mother found a partner for him and he got married and had children, she would most likely not want to live anymore and would follow his father.

Like Zhou Jingmo, he is a staunch materialist. He doesn't believe that people will be reunited after death, and he doesn't want to lose his mother.

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Zhou Jingmo was gone for a long time this time, and Ji Ning was about to start school, but he still hadn't come back.

Tongtong and the others said they would be back in a month. Hearing that the medicine was effective, Zhou Zhixi tried to find a way to stay there, and she and her mother would stay in Germany for a while longer.

My father-in-law is busy working in the hospital, working day and night.

Ji Ning was the only one at home, and the shops on the main street were closed during the New Year. Fortunately, Zhou Jingmo arranged extra lessons for her, otherwise she would have nothing to do.

Every day, I live alone in this huge house. Butler Li manages the housework, Aunt Jiang cooks, and sometimes they chat.

The same goes for sleeping at night. I lie alone on the big bed and toss and turn as I want.

This seemed to be the life she would live after her divorce. She imagined it should be very comfortable, but she didn't feel so comfortable in her heart...

She no longer fell asleep as soon as she hit the bed like before. When she couldn't sleep, she would get up and read. She read every book in Zhou Jingmo's bookcase.

As soon as I saw a line of words, I felt inspired and wanted to write some notes. I glanced and saw his words next to it. It was still in running script, flowing like water, elegant and easy to recognize.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be similar to her idea.

amazing.

At this time she would wonder, what is he doing?

One day after school, she was surprised to find that a flower next to the stone lion had bloomed. She didn’t know what kind of flower it was, but it bloomed so early, so quietly, and so beautifully.

"Are the flowers pretty, Mrs. Zhou?"

A familiar voice came from behind.