"Xingxing." Ye Ziyu called his name softly, not saying another superfluous word.
His heart leaned towards Ye Ziyu. Seeing her gentle waiting for him to speak, Xingxing's tense heart loosened.
"I'm sorry."
The sudden apology left Ye Ziyu bewildered. She looked at Xingxing's hands, which were constantly fidgeting in front of him, and worriedly took his restless hand. "Why apologize? Is it because you hurt yourself? Or do you feel you've done something that made me unhappy?"
If it was the former, Ye Ziyu would indeed be very angry, angry that he was so impulsive and hurt himself. If it was the latter, she didn't think he had anything to apologize to her for.
Xingxing's dim gaze fell on the hand Ye Ziyu was holding, "I misunderstood Uncle Di. Since you came here, I was disrespectful to him, and even wished you would divorce. I now realize my mistake, I'm sorry!"
"You want to commit suicide because of this?" Ye Ziyu couldn't accept it.
She could see Xingxing's dislike for Di Mingjue, but to punish himself in this way just because he realized his mistake was too severe.
Ye Ziyu straightened his body, forcing him to look up at her. "Xingxing, we won't blame you. Although your attitude towards him was terrible, he did care. But he won't be angry with you."
"No," Xingxing shook his body violently, breaking free from Ye Ziyu's touch. "I thought about killing him!"
Killing him?
Ye Ziyu was confused. "Why?"
Xingxing fell silent again.
Although Ye Shaoting, as his adoptive father, had used him, his second life was given by him.
His brows furrowed into a tight line, Xingxing's heart was churning to the point of exploding.
"If you don't want to say it, I won't force you, but you don't need to apologize to me, you should say it to him." Ye Ziyu turned to look outside the door.
Di Mingjue was standing outside, looking at them with concern.
At this moment, Xingxing felt that Di Mingjue, whom he had always misunderstood, was better to him, more like a father's love for a child.
Xingxing nodded in agreement.
Ye Ziyu smiled heartily and beckoned Di Mingjue to come in.
"Is it over?" Di Mingjue asked.
Ye Ziyu looked at Xingxing, her eyes signaling him to speak.
"I'm sorry!" Xingxing stood in front of Di Mingjue and bowed respectfully to him.
Di Mingjue looked at Ye Ziyu in confusion, his reaction the same as Ye Ziyu's when she first heard Xingxing apologize to her.
"I'm sorry, I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have hated you for something unconfirmed, and even asked Aunt Ziyu to divorce you, and even wanted to kill you at some point." Xingxing closed his eyes, determined to say these words again.
Of the entire speech, Di Mingjue only paid attention to the word "divorce."
"Wait!" He raised his hand to interrupt. "You just said you wanted us to divorce? When, how come I don't know."
With that, he looked at Ye Ziyu in confusion.
Ye Ziyu stood up and came to his side, linking her arm through his. "It was a long time ago, and it's all in the past, so don't dwell on it anymore."
"No," Di Mingjue pulled away her hand, refusing her sugar-coated words. He turned back to Xingxing sternly, "You little brat, you actually wanted to break up my family!"
Xingxing felt Di Mingjue's anger towards him. Seeing his outstretched hand, he stood firmly without dodging.
His fist turned into an embrace. Xingxing looked at Di Mingjue's face up close, stunned.
"Am I that insignificant in your eyes?" Di Mingjue picked up Xingxing and playfully pinched his straight nose as a punishment.
Xingxing lowered his head, his feet suspended above the ground, his heart filled with mixed emotions. Since childhood, he had envied other children being lifted high by their fathers, but Ye Shaoting had never held him.