NOVPUBChapter 431: 417, Father-Son Conversation (2)_1
Chapter 431: 417, Father-Son Conversation (2)_1
Upon hearing this, Quan Jingwu understood. His red thin lips curved, showing a fond smile.
“Okay.”
The two agreed, and Jian Qing walked back to the dining room.
“Dad, Xiaojing and I have to step out for a bit, we’ll be back soon.”
Mo Xiao asked, “Is it urgent?”
Jian Qing shook his head, “There’s something going on with Han Yue, we’ll be back soon after checking.”
Mo Xiao didn’t suspect anything else and nodded.
“Be careful on the road.”
Jian Luo looked at Jian Qing with suspicion.
Just as they stepped outside, Jian Luo received a text message.
After reading the message, a complex feeling welled up inside him.
Could this be fate?
He returned home today, just in time for his birthday.
The coincidence was uncanny.
When he came back to his senses, Mo Xiao was tidying up the dining table.
However, his movements were a bit awkward.
Noticing Jian Luo’s gaze, Mo Xiao flashed him a smile, “You can leave first, I can take care of this.”
Whether it was his daughter or his son, he, Mo Xiao, was determined to pamper them as much as he could.
“Uncle, let me help.” Xiya said as she stood up holding her stomach.
She wasn’t unfamiliar with tidying up the dining table.
“You don’t have to, you can go relax.” Jian Luo stood up, rolled up his sleeves and said.
Xiya didn’t object, and agreed readily.
She saw the father and son still needed some time to bond, and this was the perfect opportunity.
In an instant, only Mo Xiao and Jian Luo were left in the dining room.
The two of them tidied up the dining table in silence. After having been tricked by Quan Jingwu before, Mo Xiao was not going to wash the dishes this time.
However, there was one major problem.
He didn’t know how to use the dishwasher.
He put down the dishes and leaned over to study the dishwasher.
When Jian Luo walked into the kitchen with a plate, he saw Mo Xiao staring at the dishwasher in deep thought. A smile crept up his lips.
Sensing the gaze from behind, Mo Xiao turned around to see a pair of gentle eyes. He felt a bit embarrassed.
He averted his eyes and said awkwardly, “Uh, it’s my first time using this.”
“Let me do it.” Jian Luo said softly with a hint of amusement in his eyes.
Mo Xiao lowered his head, silently criticizing himself.
This was so embarrassing.
Jian Luo calmly put the dishes into the dishwasher and started it.
“Luo Luo, can I call you that?” Mo Xiao stood aside, not knowing where to put his hands.
Jian Luo pressed the button, barely nodding his head.
Mo Xiao let out a sigh of relief, and a smile crept onto his handsome face.
“How’s your hand?”
He asked, his gaze falling on the hand Jian Luo had injured when he tried to help him.
Jian Luo washed his hands, turned the faucet off, then looked up at him.
The two of them looked at each other, his face clearly reflected in Jian Luo’s eyes.
After a moment, he said, “Actually, if the person who was attacked that day wasn’t you, I might not have intervened.”
As a child of the Jian Family, life and death were common occurrences. Just like Black Jack said: their kind was not suited for intervening in other people’s business.
Helping others depended on their mood.
And he was the same.
Mo Xiao widened his eyes, staring blankly at him.
Jian Luo leaned against the sink and continued, “It’s funny, even though it was my first time meeting you, I felt a sense of familiarity. Perhaps everything was predestined. When I found out that you were my father, for a moment, I didn’t want to accept it.”
He had always thought that he and his sister had no blood relation to the An Family. But now, their father turned out to be an An Family member, and the An Family was the one that caused their mother’s death. This entangled relationship was hard to face.
Mo Xiao lowered his head, his voice hoarse, “I’m sorry.”
Jian Luo forced a smile, as if to relieve the tension in his heart, “On the day Mom died, I knew she was in great pain, and my sister and I couldn’t do anything to help. I will never forget that scene.”
With so much blood, how could she not be in pain?
He had thought that if his mother hadn’t gone out to save him, she might not have died. Because of this thought, he almost developed autism.
And the root cause of all this was Zhou Qi and her group.
“I’m sorry.” Mo Xiao imagines his girl lying in his arms, her laughter echoing in his ears. The throbbing pain in his heart finally condensed into those three words.
Because, apart from “I’m sorry”, he really didn’t know what else to say.
He didn’t take good care of his Wei Wei, and also didn’t watch his children grow up every day. He owed them.
Jian Luo looked at him, hiding the mist in his eyes, and said lightly, “You don’t need to apologize to us, the one who should apologize isn’t you.”
His mother was innocent, but so was he. He and his sister never blamed him.
Mo Xiao opened his mouth, but in the end, he didn’t say anything.
…
The night lights gave off a surreal luxury, emanating a unique charm.
In the car, Jian Qing rolled down the windows, letting the cold wind blow in.
“Xiaojing, there.”
She saw the cake shop Quan Yifei mentioned across the street.
Quan Jingwu turned the steering wheel and drove towards it.
The luxurious sports car stopped in front of the shop, attracting envious looks from passerby.
People curiously stared at the sports car. As Quan Jingwu and Jian Qing came out, their amazement only grew.
In the crowd, many recognized Quan Jingwu and Jian Qing.
Ignoring the whispers around them, Quan Jingwu swung the car door closed and took Jian Qing into the cake shop.
“Welcome!”
Called the store clerk in a sweet voice.
The warm-toned light scattered in the cake shop, creating a cozy atmosphere. The delicate scent of the cakes filled the air, intoxicating.
Jian Qing looked at the display window and the cakes within, each one intricate.
“Hello, could you please wrap this one up for me?”
She pointed at one of the cakes and made her request.
Store clerk, “Yes, of course. Please wait.”
The cake shop was well-known and always busy. Even at this hour, the queue at the cash register was long.
Jian Qing pulled Quan Jingwu into the queue.
Their stunning appearances stood out even in the long queue.
Sensing the curious gazes from the crowd, Quan Jingwu frowned, pulling Jian Qing into his embrace and wrapping his coat around her.
Jian Qing nestled into his chest, her lips curling into a smile.
Overbearing Xiaojing!
Finally, it was their turn.
After paying, Quan Jingwu took the cake. They quickly left the cake shop.
Quan Jingwu opened the car door and put the cake inside. Just as Jian Qing was about to get into the car, a large hand stopped her.
“Wait, darling.”
