Ji Xingzhi once again admired Bo Xin’s ability to steer the conversation in her desired direction with just a few words.
Sure enough, Bo Zheng could barely maintain his composure. "You need to think carefully about how you’re going to compensate this child."
Ji Xingzhi’s attitude was sincere. "Of course."
Hu Fangyue focused on the other child. "What about Yanyi? Did you send him away?"
"No, we’re still raising him."
Hu Fangyue thought more comprehensively. "Then can his biological parents agree?"
Naturally, they didn’t. But since the biological parents who loved the child were gone, why send him back?
"The child’s biological parents have passed away."
Bo Xin then described the conditions in the countryside, including the parents’ death and how he was taken in by relatives from the Li family. When he arrived, the child was clearly not well treated.
Rather than sending him back to such a family, it was better to raise him themselves.
Hu Fangyue nodded, clearly approving.
Their family could certainly afford to raise two children.
She looked at Bo Zheng, then at Ji Xingzhi. The atmosphere was suffocating.
Bo Zheng said he wanted to go out for a walk to get fresh air. Ji Xingzhi brewed tea and followed him out.
He wasn’t great at making tea, but simple brewing was fine.
He had specially brought famous tea this time.
Bo Xin took a sip where she was, thinking it would be better not to let Ji Xingzhi brew tea next time—it was wasteful.
During the whole conversation, only Hu Fangyue seemed to notice something amiss.
They said a daughter is a mother’s warm cotton jacket, but a daughter too independent made a mother worry and care more.
Back when she gave birth...
Her lips parted, about to ask.
Then a noise came from a distance—someone had fallen. Whether big or small, it was alarming.
Bo Xin helped Ji Xingzhi up. It was obvious that when he fell, his arm had been cut by a decorative stone in the garden.
The wound wasn’t big, but it was bleeding.
Half of his white sleeve was soaked in red, looking scary.
But even so, was this pained expression, breaking into a cold sweat, really necessary?
Bo Xin relaxed a bit, raised an eyebrow at Ji Xingzhi. ‘Pretending?’
Ji Xingzhi glared back. ‘What do you think?’
If not pretending, then the wound on his abdomen might have split open.
Sure enough, this guy’s current good health was just barely holding up.
Hu Fangyue rushed over and angrily confronted Bo Zheng. "How could you lay a hand on him even if you were angry?"
Bo Zheng stammered, unable to explain, because it felt strange. He had just turned around normally when he found Ji Xingzhi behind him.
A collision, and the man fell to the ground.
He had never thought his son-in-law was so frail.
Was it because of that car accident?
Bo Zheng couldn’t believe it. "But Xingzhi said it was just a minor fender bender."
Bo Xin couldn’t lift him completely; even if she could, she felt Ji Xingzhi wouldn’t agree.
So she explained, "He meant a 'minor fender bender' that almost killed him on the spot."
When she heard that, she was completely speechless.
Bo Xin was a doctor. Her parents were old and often had minor ailments, so the house had plenty of medicine, stored in the small attic above her room.
Bo Xin felt his stomach—at least there was no seepage.
She only needed to treat the arm wound for now. From the medicine box, she picked up disinfected alcohol cotton. "You really are unlucky."
The yard was full of plants and flowers, but just that one decorative stone—at that moment Ji Xingzhi happened to be carrying tea, and Bo Zheng happened to turn around.
Most of his attention was on the tea.
A collision, and Ji Xingzhi lost his balance.
Ji Xingzhi seemed unwilling to believe this could be blamed on him. He asked, "Who’s fault is that?"
If he hadn’t come to apologize, would he have fallen?
Bo Xin smiled. "Blame you. Blame you for being so eager to leave back then, not staying even one night."
At that time, the Jiang couple was taken away by their family overnight because they didn’t want to pay hospital fees.
If Ji Xingzhi had been there that night...