Rebirth: My Childhood Sweetheart Came into My Arms

"Of course he wants to come back! Something must have held him up..."

"Why don't you call ahead if something's wrong? You always make excuses for him. You've spoiled your son rotten sooner or later."

Seeing that the two were about to start arguing again, He Ziyu quickly said, "Mom, I was cleaning at school. I'm done now and I'll be right back."

Zhou Ying was initially worried that He Ziyu was still upset about the adoption and was being petulant, but seeing his calm tone and the legitimate reason for not returning home on time, she realized that she had been worrying unnecessarily.

So she gently told He Ziyu to be careful on his way back, gave him a few simple instructions, and then hung up the phone.

He Ziyu held his phone, his feelings complicated.

In order to rebuild his image as a "good son" in his parents' eyes, he worked very hard during the summer vacation, going to bed early and getting up early every day, doing housework, exercising, and even using his spare time to learn about business information.

In his previous life, he was too busy dating Lan Yuan to care about the affairs of the He family, which allowed He Ningqiu's influence to gradually infiltrate the company and completely sideline him. To avoid repeating the same mistake, he is now forcing himself to learn those complicated things.

However, his father's attitude towards him never changed.

He Ziyu knew that deep-seated disappointment in his father had accumulated gradually, and two short months was not enough to change anything.

He is still the arrogant and spoiled young master in his father's eyes. His rare two-month period of quiet is just a whim, and it won't be long before he reveals his true colors again.

Realizing this, He Ziyu's heart calmed down.

Changing one's life trajectory is a long process that cannot be accomplished overnight. His immediate priority is to convince his parents and friends that he has truly changed.

"Brother Yu, I have some things to take care of at home, so I have to go back first." He Ziyu returned to Jiang Chengyu. "My dad has picked up He Ningqiu."

He Ziyu later told Jiang Chengyu about his father's intention to adopt He Ningqiu. Jiang Chengyu comforted him, saying that his father probably just wanted to find him a helper to help him gain a more stable position in the company in the future.

He Ziyu was not surprised after hearing this, because Jiang Chengyu had said the same thing to him in his previous life.

The difference is that he believed it at the time.

Jiang Chengyu picked up He Ziyu's schoolbag from the ground and handed it to him: "Let's go, I'll take you home."

He Ziyu took the schoolbag and asked, "If you're not in a hurry to go home, could you come with me to buy something?"

"What is it?"

"A gift for He Ningqiu."

……

Further east of the park is a small jewelry wholesale market.

He Ziyu brought Jiang Chengyu to the market and headed straight for the pendant section.

Jiang Chengyu, who had been holding back her curiosity the whole way, finally couldn't help but ask, "Are you going to give your younger brother jewelry?"

Boys usually like things like models, basketballs, and sneakers, so this is the first time I've ever seen someone give jewelry as a gift.

"My dad said he has a quiet personality and artistic talent. Of course, you should give such a high-class gift to a person of such high taste."

"..."

Jiang Chengyu hesitated, thinking to himself, "This wholesale market alone is already a galaxy away from anything that comes with a sense of class..."

He Ziyu quickly identified a stall and began selecting from the dazzling array of pendants.

"Young man, buying a gift for your girlfriend?" The shop owner, a middle-aged man, was quite enthusiastic. "These pendants are all new arrivals. See if there's anything you like; I can give you a discount."

He Ziyu looked around but couldn't find what he wanted, so he simply looked up and asked the shop owner, "Boss, do you have any white lotus pendants? I want the kind that looks like it's rising from the mud unsullied, the whiter the better."