Chapter 773: Chapter 773: Already a Frightened Bird
Upon recalling the scenario described by Mr. Li, He Jingyao’s expression grew even darker.
He snapped the laptop shut with a clap and rubbed his temples.
His head ached fiercely.
However, now was not the time to rest.
If it hadn’t been for him, Zhixi and Gu Bingjun wouldn’t have been pushed to this extent by Zhuo Yuwei. What He Jingyao hadn’t anticipated was the extent of Zhuo Yuwei’s fear of him; it was almost like that of a startled bird.
“Hurry up,” he instructed softly.
Feng Qian responded with a nod and immediately increased the speed.
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Lugang.
Perhaps due to exhaustion, Zhixi slept deeply.
When she awoke, it was already bright outside, and Xiaobao was squatting by the bed, looking at her worriedly.
“Xiaobao?” she mumbled.
“Mom, are you very tired?” the little guy leaned in and hugged her, “You were frowning in your sleep.”
Zhixi paused, then smiled and stroked his head: “Mom’s fine, Xiaobao, don’t worry. By the way, have you had breakfast yet?”
“Yes,” he nodded. “Uncle told me not to wake you up.”
“Mm, Xiaobao is such a good boy.” Zhixi sat up, cuddled with her son for a bit, and then got out of bed.
After washing up, Zhixi, holding Xiaobao, stepped out of the room to see Mr. Li approaching with a joyful expression: “Young Mistress, I’ve contacted the Young Master!”
“Really?” Zhixi relaxed and couldn’t help smiling, “He should be okay, right?”
“He’s fine. The Young Master is already on his way back. You don’t have to worry,” Mr. Li said with a smile.
Xiaobao happily clapped his hands: “Dad is coming back! Mom doesn’t have to frown anymore!”
Zhixi was embarrassed by her son’s words.
Although she told herself that she needed to handle the situation on her own, deep down, she still involuntarily depended on He Jingyao.
This was really not good.
But it seemed she was beyond help…
Just then, a commotion arose at the door.
“The Young Master is back!” Mr. Li exclaimed excitedly.
However, recalling the events from the previous evening, Zhixi wasn’t so optimistic.
“Wait, take care of Xiaobao, I’ll go,” she said, handing her son to Mr. Li and turning to walk outside the villa.
Sure enough, it wasn’t He Jingyao standing at the door, but Zhuo Han.
His smile today seemed colder compared to the day before.
“Miss Leslie, we meet again,” he began, openly scrutinizing her, “Letting you escape yesterday was an oversight.”
“Mr. Zhuo, yesterday I agreed to go on a date with you, and it has already been reported in the news,” Zhixi replied coolly with a slight smile, “If you overstep your bounds, I’ll have to tell the media that you lack character and tact, and that your incessant pestering is deeply troubling me.”
“Try it and see. I’d like to see which media dares to report that,” Zhuo Han said with a sinister laugh.
Zhixi’s heart sank.
“Mr. Zhuo, even if you control the public opinion, I will never marry you,” Zhixi pursed her lips, “Why bother with this?”
“Ha, He Jingyao won’t marry a woman of loose morals,” Zhuo Han scoffed, “Even if her father is wealthy as a nation.”
Before Zhixi could respond, suddenly, the sound of an engine filled the air.
Then, a black Bentley stopped at the entrance.
“It seems, Mr. Zhuo, that you know me very well,” a deep, slightly husky voice rang out as the man stepped out of the car, his dark figure as imposing as ever.