Dong Ci nodded.
Her throat is sore now, so every word she says is extremely difficult. She actually wanted to ask if she had been beaten when she was taken back yesterday, but when she opened her mouth several times, her voice was broken and hoarse, and her words were out of tune.
"Sister Xiaoci, if your voice is not good, please stop talking."
Su Tang grabbed the little wolf that was passing by her, held it in her arms, rubbed its head vigorously, and then kissed its furry head.
Because Dong Ci had a sore throat, she rarely spoke. I thought this would make the atmosphere a little awkward, but I didn't expect that the two of them were surprisingly harmonious, like old friends they hadn't seen for many years, intimate and natural, without any discomfort.
Su Tang seems to be a chatterbox. She is very talkative. Even if Dong Ci ignores her, she can still talk to herself for a long time and have a lot of fun by herself.
Dong Ci really couldn't dislike such a lively and smart girl. She has few friends, except for Yan Ningshuang, who has an arrogant and cold personality, and now she has Su Tang.
"Sister Xiaoci, do you want to try the cake I made?"
Somehow, Su Tang suddenly wanted to make a cake for her. Seeing her sparkling eyes and excitement, Dong Ci couldn't bear to refuse her, so he followed her to the kitchen.
It seemed that Su Tang had been pampered by her family since she was a child. For such a delicate girl, she didn't expect to be very skilled in making cakes. She was obviously a veteran in the kitchen.
"K, I'm done!"
She made a very beautiful cake. The shape of the cake was made into a heart shape, with a layer of red and translucent jam spread on it. In the center, a face was carved with cream.
"You can wait for Brother Jing to come back and eat together."
After Su Tang put down the cake, he dug around his back for a long time, then took out a bottle filled with thick red liquid and stuffed it into Dong Ci's hand. "This is my homemade juice. It's delicious. I named it Sweet Honey. Sister Xiaoci, remember to pair it with it when you eat the cake."
"Ah, Brother Jing is about to get off work, so I have to leave quickly. Sister Xiaoci, I will come and play with you next time!"
"..." When he arrived, he held a snack box in his arms, and when he left, he left behind cakes and drinks.
Dong Ci couldn't help but smile, thinking that this girl Su Tang was really interesting.
"Has Su Tang come?"
As soon as Jing Rong came home, he saw a table full of snacks. A trace of interest flashed in his eyes after seeing the heart-shaped cake. He used his fingertips to spread a piece of cream with the word "ci" on it and stuffed it into his mouth.
"How did you know she was here?" Dong Ci looked at him in confusion.
"If she didn't come, did Xiaoci buy these snacks herself?"
Dong Ci didn't have the habit of eating snacks, and it was even less likely that the table at home would be filled with snacks. The only person who could do such a thing could only be a certain young ancestor of Xiao Ci's family.
Jing Rong seemed to like eating this cake very much. He picked up the whole cake, put it to his mouth and bit into it. He seemed to be doing it on purpose, only eating the half with the word 'kindness' on it, and the other half with the word 'kindness' in it. Not moving.
"Xiao Ci, don't you want to try it?"
Jing Rong saw that she was just staring at him, so he put a piece of cake with the word "京" on it to her mouth and coaxed her. "It's very sweet, have a taste."
Dong Ci took a bite obediently. The texture was smooth and tender, with moderate sweetness and a soft cheese flavor. It was indeed delicious.
"Is it tasty?"
Jing Rong helped her wipe off the cream on her lips, approached her and said with a smile. "Then I'll eat Xiaoci, and then Xiaoci can eat me, okay?"
He was referring to the cake, but Dong Ci looked at the look on his face when he said this, and somehow felt that he meant something.
"Here, take another bite of 'me'."
Just as the two of them were leaning together and eating the same piece of cake sweetly, Jing Rong answered a phone call, and then his expression changed. After hanging up the phone, he immediately stood up from the sofa.
"What's wrong?" Dong Ci couldn't help but feel worried when he saw his cold expression.
"My dad told me that Qiaoqiao secretly ran back to China without telling him, and asked me to go to the airport to find her now."
"You, your mother?" Although he was very familiar with the name 'Qiao Qiao', Dong Ci had never seen his mother before.
To be more precise, even when she married Jing Rong, his parents never showed up.
“…”
Dong Ci had also imagined what the Qiao Qiao in his mouth would look like, but when she actually saw it, she was still a little stunned.
"Mom..." Dong Ci nervously stirred the hem of his clothes, obviously lacking confidence when calling this title.
Qiao Qiao is so young that if Dong Ci didn't know that she was his mother, she would definitely call her sister!
"Xiao Ci." Qiao Qiao was also stunned when she heard this. She looked at Dong Ci with clear eyes, a trace of guilt and loneliness flashed in her eyes, and her voice was soft and weak. "Arong always likes to mention you in my ears every time he goes to see me, and I finally saw you today."
Her eyes began to turn red, and she leaned forward slightly to hug her, and said in a small voice in her ear: "I'm sorry."
Dong Ci didn't understand what she meant by saying sorry at first, until after Qiao Qiao lived here for a few days, the two became familiar with each other.
"Xiao Ci, do you like Ah Rong?"
After getting in touch with her, Dong Ci understood why Jing Rong always liked to call her Qiao Qiao. She was too weak-tempered, and even Dong Ci couldn't find a trace of the posture that a mother should have in her.
Even though she is not confused, Qiao Qiao's eyes are still clear and clean. It seems that she is well protected, and there is no trace of the worldliness and vicissitudes that an adult should have on her body.
Dong Ci's voice has gotten much better in recent days. Although she didn't know why Qiao Qiao asked her this question, she still nodded and said. "like."
"nice! You love it."
After observing the two of them these past few days, Qiaoqiao was quite convinced of her words. But she sighed and still said, "I'm sorry."
"Mom, why do you say that?"
Dong Ci still seemed stiff and unfamiliar when calling her mom. Although Jing Rong had said that she could follow her and call her Qiao Qiao, Dong Ci always felt that this seemed disrespectful.
"I'm apologizing for you, Arong."
Qiao Qiao subconsciously touched the Buddhist beads on her wrist. The string of Buddhist beads was very similar to the one Jing Rong was wearing. "When he went to see me before, he told me that he fell in love with a girl, but the girl didn't like him. He didn't know what to do."
"I told him the method, and even gave him a string of Buddhist beads. I really wanted to make the darkness and coldness in his heart fade away, but..."
Helplessness, grievance, and pain, this series of emotions flashed through Qiaoqiao. She paused and spoke slowly. "I have been such a failure in my life."
"Arong has been taught by Jingyan since he was born to me. I didn't expect that he would teach Arong to become a person like him. By the time I found out, it was already too late."
This was like a painful memory. Qiaoqiao's eyes were particularly red when she said these words. She kept holding the beads tightly, as if suppressing her emotions. "I don't want my child to become the second Jingyan. I have tried to change him, but the nature of father and son is too similar..."
'She once told me that if I meet someone I like in the future, I must treat her well. True love will not come at the expense of hurting the lover, so she gave me Buddhist beads and hoped that I would be kind. '
'Xiao Ci, do you know? When Qiaoqiao told me these words, my father had already told me when I was very young: If you want to get something you love, you must fight for it at all costs. '
Dong Ci vaguely remembered what Jing Rong had said to her at that time. Her eyes trembled slightly and she looked at Qiao Qiao again, who was enveloped in sadness. An idea emerged in her heart. She opened her mouth several times, but I just didn't dare to ask.
“…”
"Arong, can you tell me about your mother?" Dong Ci asked Jingrong tentatively while sleeping at night.
She wanted to know more about Qiao Qiao, so that she could know whether the idea she had came up with was right.
"Why are you suddenly curious about her?"
Jing Rong had just finished taking a shower. His black hair was damp and messy, and his bathrobe was wide open, revealing a small piece of his muscular chest.
Seeing that Dong Ci was hesitating and nervous, Jing Rong paused in wiping his hair. He looked sideways at his little wife on the bed, her shadow clearly reflected in his dark eyes.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
Dong Ci felt numb all over at the sight of him, so she quickly covered herself with a quilt and buried her head in it. "I'm just asking casually. If you don't want to tell me, forget it."
"There's nothing I can't tell you."
As soon as his eyes fell into darkness, Dong Ci felt a piece of the bed collapse, and then the quilt on her body was gently pulled away. Jing Rong stretched out his long arms and pulled her into his arms, laughing softly. "I was just thinking about how my Xiaoci could be so smart."
"As you can imagine, Qiaoqiao doesn't like my father. She was forced to do so."
Jing Rong let Dong Ci lie in his arms. He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and pressed his face against her shoulder. "Do you know why I live alone in China?"
"Because one day Qiaoqiao found out that my father was letting me get in touch with his gangsters. She made trouble with my father for a long time. Later, I was sent back to the country by Qiaoqiao. The main purpose of her doing this was to not want to Give my dad access to me.”
"black?"
Dong Ci was a little confused when he heard this, and raised his eyes to look at him. "What is black?"
She wanted to explain it lightly, but she asked anyway...
Jing Rong's thin lips pulled slightly, and he held her chin. His dark eyes looked at her unblinkingly with a hint of condensation. "It's the black road."
"You, your father is a gangster?"
"To be precise, my grandfather is the real gangster." Since she asked, he simply made it clear to her.
The smile on Jing Rong's lips turned a little frivolous. He deliberately moved closer to Dong Ci, letting hot air spray into her ears, and murmured in a low voice. "And he is also a big boss in the underworld."
When he finished saying these words, he clearly felt the little girl in his arms shrinking. Knowing that he had scared her, he couldn't help but chuckle, reached out and rubbed her hair, and asked with a smile. "Scared?"
Dong Ci's face turned pale, thinking of the group of foreign mercenaries who kidnapped them a few days ago, and she couldn't help but hold Jing Rong's arm tightly. "Then are you still involved in crime?"
Jing Rong opened his eyes and said nonsense. "I'm clean."
He did lie because he didn't want Dong Ci to know too much about his dark side. After all, how many people born in the Jing family can be clean
But compared to other people in the family, Jing Rong is indeed the cleanest one, and all of this is thanks to Qiao Qiao.
"Don't lie to me."
"I know you are lying." Dong Ci remembered that when he dealt with those mercenaries that day, his technique was so skillful and crisp. Such well-trained movements definitely could not be mastered overnight.
And he just said that he studied with his father abroad. So how can he be clean like this
"Xiao Ci is always so smart." Jing Rong said, half of his delicate face hidden in the shadows. He concealed his emotions very well, but the arms holding her waist became tighter and tighter, as if to relieve his uneasiness.
Sometimes, he really wished that his Xiao Ci could be more stupid.
"I'm not afraid of you, but I'm afraid of your grandfather and your father."
Feeling that the person behind her was a little tense, Dong Ci bit her lip slightly, as if to comfort him, she stretched out her arms and wrapped them around his neck, saying in a low voice. "If you can, I hope you never touch those again."
"I... I want something to happen to you."
"Will not."
The tense emotions were finally relieved, Jing Rong's voice was slightly hoarse, and with the most stubborn attachment deep in his eyes, he stared closely at the person in his arms. "I will protect myself well."
"Because only in this way can I love you better."
Jing Rong is not afraid of death, but he will never allow himself to die in front of Dong Ci and leave her alone, so he must live well. He wants to take care of her for the rest of his life.
"Xiaoci."
Jing Rong didn't want to ruin the warm atmosphere at this time, but in order to prepare his little wife in advance, he had to remind him. "Although you are afraid of my father, I still want to tell you-"
"He will return to China tomorrow."
Dong Ci: "..."