Yu Zeyao sat on the sofa, holding her with one hand, "I have no objection if you want to go back to take care of your father, but you leave Jingrong to me."
"Let Jingrong stay with you?"
"Yeah." Yu Zeyao said, "With him here, I don't have to worry about you not coming back to me in the future, right?"
Jing Yu laughed, "So, you used to hold my dad hostage, and now you want to hold Jing Rong hostage."
Yu Zeyao's eyes deepened, "But you have to know that the one I want to hold most is you."
The man's words made Jing Yu feel sweet. She smiled and said, "Although I am very happy with your sweet words, I have to ask Jing Rong first."
"Of course. I will fully respect his decision."
Jing Yu said, "I will go to Yan Zhi's house in person to thank him some other day. If you are free, please accompany me."
"Yeah." Since she insisted, Yu Zeyao nodded.
The two of them were waiting in the hall for the young man to come over, Jing Yu was eagerly waiting, and he would look out from time to time.
finally…
A car came into her sight.
Jing Yu almost immediately stood up from the sofa and ran to the door, with Yu Zeyao following behind her a step slower.
The car stopped, and Wen Yanzhi looked at the huge mansion in front of him and frowned slightly.
Where is this
"Master Jing, we're here." The one who sent him off was not Wen Yanzhi but the driver.
When he came out, Wen Yanzhi had been in the room the whole time and had not come out. As a result, Jing Rong did not even have time to say goodbye or thank him.
Jing Rong asked: "Where is this?"
"This is the Vice President's Palace. Master Wen told us to take you here." The driver explained as he took the wheelchair out of the trunk. Jing Rong supported the car body and slowly moved out.
"Jingrong!" At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came.
Jingrong was surprised.
When I looked up, I saw Jingyu coming out of the house.
She opened her arms and hugged Jingrong excitedly. Although Jingrong could stand for a while, he was still not able to exert much strength. Being rushed over like this, his body swayed awkwardly, and he leaned against the car body to barely stabilize himself.
"Sister." Jing Rong stood firm and hugged Jing Yu back excitedly.
He stood for a while and his legs started to hurt badly. Yu Zeyao saw the sweat on the boy's face, stepped forward and reminded him: "Okay, Yu'er, let go of Jingrong first. You're making him uncomfortable."
Jing Yu finally came to his senses and quickly let go of Jing Rong.
"Jingrong, let me see! How is your injury? Is it still serious?" Jingyu was very anxious and looked him up and down with concern.
Jing Rong shook his head and smiled, "It's okay, I'm much better now."
Yu Zeyao personally took the wheelchair from the driver and pushed it over, "Sit down first."
Jing Yu also noticed that Jing Rong was enduring in agony, and his heart ached. He wanted to say something, but suddenly his throat tightened and he couldn't utter a word.
Jing Rong nodded gratefully to Yu Zeyao, "Thank you, brother-in-law."
Yu Zeyao was startled by this address, and then he raised his lips and smiled, "You're welcome."
Jing Yu was worried about Jing Rong's injury and had no intention of listening to the conversation between the two men. She watched them, one big and one small, enter the Vice President's Palace in shock.
"Ms. Jing, Master Jing has sent you there. I'll go back first." The driver said goodbye to her.
Jing Yu came back to his senses, "Wait a moment."
She asked the driver, "How is Jingrong's injury now? Do you know where he was injured?"
"I have been the one who picked up and dropped off Master Jing all this time. In addition to injuring his legs, Master Jing also had his hands badly injured. He couldn't take care of himself at first, but now his hands are a little better. However, I heard that it is impossible for him to hold a paintbrush with his right hand again."
The driver's words were spoken calmly, but Jing Yu felt as if struck by lightning when he heard them.
Can’t take care of myself…
Even... can't hold a paintbrush anymore?!
She couldn't imagine what a huge blow this was to Jing Rong.
The paintbrush is his weapon in life, and painting is his persistent dream.
Jing Yu stood there in a daze, watching the driver drive away, feeling tears welling up in her eyes. She sniffed hard, and then she suppressed the bitterness in her heart. She put on a relaxed attitude and went back into the house.
If Liang Shengyi did all this, then he is too terrible!
Jing Yu prepared herself mentally and went back to the house. She thought, she couldn't let Jing Rong live here.
During the time when he was suffering the most, she, as his sister, had failed to take care of him and had not given him the comfort he deserved, so in the future, she could not let him leave her again.
However, as soon as he entered the door, before he could express his opinion, he heard Yu Zeyao say: "Jingrong and I have already discussed it. He will live with me from now on."
"..." Jing Yu was stunned. So fast
She looked at Jingrong, squatted down, and looked him in the eye. "Jingrong, I must ask for your opinion. I have to respect you. Also, don't worry about making things difficult for me. I..."
"Sister, my brother-in-law said that only if I live here, you will have more opportunities to meet him." Jing Rong interrupted Jing Yu and smiled, "I think my brother-in-law is very good, I hope you can meet more often."
"..." Jing Yu was speechless, "Is this really the reason?"
"And..." Jing Rong looked serious, "I don't want you to be too tired."
Jing Yu sighed and patted his head, "I hope I can always be with you."
"I hope so too. But I am a boy and I cannot be taken care of by you all the time."
Jing Yu held back the soreness in his eyes, smiled with relief, and nodded, "Okay, I respect your opinion. If you want to live here, you can live here. I will definitely come to visit you often in the future."
Jing Rong smiled. He looked up at Yu Zeyao. Yu Zeyao shrugged, "I didn't lie to you."
Wen Yanzhi's idea was really good. If Jingrong was placed here, she would definitely come more often every day.
Yu Zeyao had asked the housekeeper to tidy up the room in advance. Jing Yu was packing his luggage himself. There were only a few sets of clothes in the box, and the rest were textbooks and sketchbooks.
Jing Yu looked at the sketchbooks, feeling melancholy. Afraid that he would be affected by them, he just quietly put them at the bottom of the cupboard.
Jing Rong was touched by this small action and smiled, "Sister, you don't have to hide. I'm past my most vulnerable time."
Jing Yu raised his head.
He stretched out his hand, "Give me the sketchbook. I'm used to putting it by the bed, and I'll look at it before going to bed and when I wake up."
Jing Yu felt sad, but she still put the sketchbook on the bedside. She thought for a moment and said, "Jing Rong, I won't give up on you, and I hope you won't give up on yourself."
"Sister, I haven't given up." Jing Rong took the sketchbook and said, "My right hand is broken, but I figured it out..."
"Um?"
"I still have my left hand. The injury to my left hand is not as bad as that to my right hand. I will start practicing now. Maybe one day, I will still be able to make paintings that satisfy me."
Today's update is complete!