She could understand the behavior of stars. Seeing him was like seeing her childhood.
After Lu Yuman's death, there was no place for her to survive in the Jiang family. Jiang Wenbin openly brought Xu Jingya and her daughter back, and Jiang Feifei replaced her position, becoming the most doted-upon second miss in the family.
Grandmother was deeply affected by Lu Yuman's passing, and coupled with Jiang Wenbin's actions, she fell ill and could not get up. At that time, she was still young and unable to support her grandmother's medical expenses. She could only endure and live in the Jiang family, like a dog begging for scraps.
As for Xingxing, he had no biological parents after his birth. Fortunately, he was taken in by Ye Shaoting, but he was not his own child after all. He feared being abandoned again, so he could only proceed with caution, not daring to be the slightest bit mischievous.
He forcibly suppressed his inherent childishness, living a cautious life in the Ye family.
"Mingjue, you are prejudiced against him. If you get to know him properly, you will really find him quite good." Ye Ziyu, for some reason, couldn't help but feel distressed when she thought of Xingxing.
Seeing that she was about to cry, Di Mingjue quickly wiped away the tears that had not yet fallen from her eyes. "Alright, alright, I'll listen to you. I won't blame him, and I will treat him as I would our own child."
Before breakfast even began, Xingxing had already returned from his morning run with Ye Shaoting.
Seeing Ye Ziyu coming downstairs, Xingxing's gaze couldn't help but fall on Ye Ziyu's fingers.
"Do you go for morning exercises every day?" Ye Ziyu couldn't help but reach out and wipe the sweat from Xingxing's face.
As winter was approaching, the morning temperature was the lowest of the day. They were running in short sleeves and shorts and still broke out in a sweat. Now, after stopping their exercise, the cold wind blew on their hot sweat, and the sweat felt like ice cubes covering their bodies.
Xingxing couldn't avoid Ye Ziyu's touch and had to look at Ye Shaoting beside him.
"Go upstairs and wash up, don't catch a chill," Ye Shaoting commanded.
Xingxing nodded, and skirted around Ye Ziyu with a sense of distance as he walked towards the stairs.
Di Mingjue happened to be coming downstairs with Qianqian carrying the children. On the narrow stairs, the four of them blocked each other's paths.
Remembering Ye Ziyu's reminder, Di Mingjue took the initiative to greet them, "Good morning."
Xingxing's face was cold, as if Di Mingjue was not speaking to him.
Having his face snubbed by a child, Di Mingjue looked embarrassed.
Xiao Ran, looking at Xingxing's demeanor, asked, "Did you just come back from running?"
Xingxing still did not speak.
Seeing that he didn't want to talk, Di Mingjue made way for him by turning sideways.
"Do you go every morning? Can you call me tomorrow morning? I want to go with you." Xiao Ran turned around suddenly and followed Xingxing back upstairs.
Xingxing pushed the door open, his body blocking the doorframe, coldly preventing Xiao Ran from approaching. "Stop!"
Xiao Ran immediately stopped.
Pointing to a line on the floor beneath the doorframe, Xingxing warned, "Without my permission, you are not allowed to take a single step inside!"
"But I want to be friends with you," Xiao Ran said, looking at Xingxing with longing, expressing his inner thoughts.
Friends?
Xingxing looked at Xiao Ran in astonishment.
This was the first time someone had wanted to be friends with him.
In kindergarten, the children were afraid to approach him because of his cold expression. They gossiped behind his back, calling him a monster, and no one was willing to get close to him or play with him.
It was a pity that he was Di Mingjue's son, and his father had killed his parents. They would never be friends.
Xingxing replied unfeelingly, "I don't want to be friends with you!"
One sentence shattered Xiao Ran's eager hope. Looking at the closed door, he lowered his head sadly.
After the cold rejection, Xingxing felt a subtle discomfort in his heart. He also liked Xiao Ran, liked his open expression of his inner thoughts.
Looking at the small figure in the mirror, Xingxing pinched his palm, dispelling the thoughts that disturbed his mind, and returned to his original state.