"Foolish, let them say what they will, I don't care," Di Mingjue said, stroking Ye Ziyu's cheek.
Caring too much about what others think only tires oneself and ultimately makes one a laughingstock.
Di Mingjue took a towel and dried his feet, then gently picked him up from the chair.
"Don't overthink it, just follow your heart."
Lying in bed, Ye Ziyu was undressed and covered by Di Mingjue like a child.
On the first night at the Ye family's residence, Lu Yuman, who hadn't appeared in Ye Ziyu's dreams for years, made an appearance.
She sat on the swing in the backyard of the Ye residence with a smile, looking gentle.
"Ziyu."
"Mom?"
Ye Ziyu walked forward in disbelief.
Lu Yuman, dressed in a formal gown, sat elegantly and watched Ye Ziyu.
"You father and daughter are finally meeting."
Was she here because of Ye Qianzhi?
Ye Ziyu looked around. Apart from the swing, everything else was dark, and she couldn't see anything.
"Yes, he has turned his guilt towards you into love for me."
"He is very good, you two must get along well."
Looking at Lu Yuman's gentle face, Ye Ziyu couldn't help but ask, "Do you regret it? Regret impulsively marrying Jiang Wenbin?"
Lu Yuman merely smiled and did not answer Jiang Ziyu, then disappeared into the darkness.
Startled awake, Ye Ziyu looked at the starlight outside the window.
She probably didn't regret it!
If she had regretted it, she wouldn't have tolerated Jiang Wenbin having a mistress outside and wouldn't have divorced him to go to Ye Qianzhi back then.
Slipping on a coat, Ye Qianzhi got out of bed. She walked out of the room and into the kitchen downstairs.
A faint light could be seen in the dark living room.
Ye Ziyu walked closer and saw Xingxing standing by the refrigerator, looking for food.
Hearing the movement, Xingxing closed the refrigerator door, and the remaining light vanished, leaving only the moonlight shining in from the floor-to-ceiling window.
"Are you hungry?" Ye Ziyu asked.
Xingxing ignored her words, picked up a cup, and drank a glass of cold water.
"You're growing now, you need to eat when you're hungry. Just drinking water won't relieve your hunger." Ye Ziyu opened the refrigerator and took out eggs and tomatoes.
"I'm not hungry," Xingxing retorted.
Grumble~
The stomach growled through the thin fabric.
Ye Ziyu smiled faintly, displaying the food in her hands, "Wait for me a few minutes, I'll make you my signature tomato and egg noodles."
Xingxing could have taken the opportunity to leave while she went to the kitchen, but he stayed.
Looking at Ye Ziyu busying herself, Xingxing's heart was filled with conflict. Were they really as wicked as his adoptive father said?
But this was their first meeting, and she was going to cook for him despite seeing him hungry. Would a bad person be so kind?
While waiting for the water to boil, Ye Ziyu glanced back at Xingxing. Seeing that he was also looking at her, a smile appeared on her face.
Xingxing gradually lost himself in her smile, unable to distinguish between good and bad. He forcibly turned his body away from Ye Ziyu and kept pouring ice water into his stomach with his cup.
Only by chilling his body could he calm down.
"Why are you drinking cold water again?" Ye Ziyu took the cup from Xingxing's hand. "Drinking too much cold water will give you a stomachache. Even when you're thirsty, you should drink warm water."
The cold water in the cup was poured out and replaced with warm water.
Ye Ziyu put the cup back into his hand and rubbed his hair with her palm. "Drink some warm water to warm your stomach first, I'll go serve the noodles."
In one trip out and back, Ye Ziyu brought a steaming bowl to the dining table. Her hot fingers touched her ear, and she went back to the kitchen to get a pair of chopsticks.
"Eat slowly, it's a bit hot." Ye Ziyu sat opposite Xingxing, gently watching him eat the noodles.
For the ordinary tomato and egg noodles, Xingxing tasted the flavor of maternal love. He looked up at Ye Ziyu opposite him, who was resting her chin on her hand, her eyes solely on him, and couldn't help but think of his mother, whom he had never met.
If they were still alive, would he also be this happy?