Sweet Wife Arrives: Mr. CEO, Please Pamper Me

Chapter 521: V395: Zixuan, do you really love me? Or, do you actually love your family more?_4

This further urged the Gu Family to quickly accept him.Until one time, Gu Qingfeng patted him on the shoulder and said, "Want to do big business?"

By that time, he was already very familiar with Dad, filled with thoughts of how to surpass Feng Chengjin and full of anger, he didn’t even ask how, he just said, "I want to."

Perhaps... it was that unintended anger and Dad’s scheming revenge that completely pushed Feng Chengjin into the abyss?

Thinking back to these days of occasionally visiting the Gu Family, originally wanting to ask about how to spend the New Year, wanting to help buy things and order New Year’s Eve dinner.

Seeing Feng Chengjin sitting in the living room, that feeling of déjà vu...

He never stayed long each time.

Because that feeling of déjà vu made him understand very well how Feng Chengjin was feeling at that moment.

Every habitual care towards him was a suppression of Feng Chengjin’s mood. It’s like these eight years, every unintentional concern Gu Zixuan showed for Feng Chengjin, was the source of his breakdown.

So, during these days, he came and went in haste, leaving everything a son-in-law should have done over these eight years, annually obligatory, to Feng Chengjin.

And thus...

Regarding the Gu Family’s attitude... Why they insisted on driving Feng Chengjin away, he couldn’t understand.

He pondered at the door, seeing his Qiu Yuan couldn’t help but feel sorry and said, "Why are you standing outside? Come in."

The Gu Family never makes things difficult for others; it’s like an inherent temperament.

Seeing this, he restrained his brows and lashes, changed into slippers, and walked in.

"What happened?"

Qiu Yuan’s expression twisted awkwardly, but she didn’t seem to be too entangled, walked into Zixi’s bedroom, took out a deep ink-blue down jacket, and handed it over, speaking in the most embarrassing tone.

"Qi Mo, don’t blame mom for being excessive. You... why don’t you go downstairs and see Feng Chengjin."

From upstairs, she could see Feng Chengjin’s car hadn’t left.

This realization made her recall all the previous words, leaving her heart hurting, unsure of what to say.

Finally, worried about something, she glanced at He Qimo and added, "He’s sick, still not recovered..."

He Qimo was stunned for three seconds, then understood Qiu Yuan’s mindset.

She’s afraid of caring too much for Feng Chengjin, hurting herself?

The mentality of the Gu Family mother and daughter was quite similar at times.

He curved his lips, smiled, and without giving Qiu Yuan too much pressure, said, "Okay, mom don’t worry, I’ll go check."

Before leaving, he thought for a moment and added, "You don’t have to worry about me either, if Feng Chengjin really marries Zixuan, I will offer my blessings."

He Qimo’s smile was faint, something quite rare for him in the past eight years.

Qiu Yuan didn’t know how the edges of He Qimo were smoothed out, but as he started to smile lightly at people, considering others’ feelings, Qiu Yuan was both moved by his ability to let go.

And suddenly, a feeling surged within her.

This half-son... has grown up.

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He Qimo, after circling a large diameter around Feng Chengjin’s car twice, found Feng Chengjin sitting by a flower bed, next to the shrubbery.

It was very cold, no wonder Qiu Yuan worried about Feng Chengjin’s condition.

Because it was unclear whether Feng Chengjin was numb from the cold, trying to wake himself up, or whether he simply hadn’t snapped out of the daze from the Gu Family, thus forgot.

In this winter, already terrifyingly cold, he was just wearing a thin shirt, with his suit jacket held in his arms, completely forgetting to put it on.

And then, standing in the drifting snow, he became half a snowman...

He Qimo’s ink pupils narrowed at the scene.

He walked forward and stood in front of Feng Chengjin, when facing him, He Qimo was also unsure what to say.

Finally, he took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, along with the coat, and handed them both over.

"Which one do you want?"

Feng Chengjin lifted his eyes, his deep ink pupils swept across He Qimo. It must be said, at this moment, the relationship between an ex-boyfriend and a lover, current with former husband was indeed quite messy.

But at such a time, in such an atmosphere, perhaps only a man could understand a man.

Sweeping over the items in He Qimo’s hand, Feng Chengjin didn’t immediately reach for them, but instead asked, "Who gave the clothes?"

He Qimo curved his lips, lightly smiled, "Aunt Qiu, she saw you hadn’t left, afraid you’d be cold."

He Qimo deliberately didn’t call her mom.

In the next moment, when He Qimo thought Feng Chengjin would definitely take the clothes upon hearing the words, Feng Chengjin glanced and his gaze flickered for a moment, then grabbed the cigarette box.

He lowered his head, took a cigarette out, placed it at the lips, and lit it.