After the divorce, I became a rich girl

Li Jiawei said: "Sister-in-law, I feel that Xiao Mingxuan has become much stronger and more lively than before."

Chen Yuan smiled first, then sighed softly and said slowly: "You don't know, when Xuanbao first sent Mingxuan here, the child was thin and small, and he didn't like to talk much.

Every day, he just sits quietly on the sofa, not playing with Lele and Wenjun, which worries our parents. They are always worried that they can't take good care of this child, and they are so worried.

Luckily, there is a park next to our house. There are many children in the park, so my parents take the three children to play in the park every day. My mother also cooks different kinds of food for the children every day, which takes a lot of thought. Only then did Xiao Mingxuan slowly open up his heart and become cheerful and lively. "

After hearing this, Li Jiawei couldn't help but sigh. She understood in her heart that, after all, her parents felt that they owed Xuanbao something, so they tried their best to make up for this guilt by taking good care of Xiao Mingxuan.

The next day after returning to Beijing, Xiao Yi went to work without stopping. This national treasure donation ceremony was of great significance and would be reported on national television, which meant that a lot of detailed and complicated work was needed in the early stages to coordinate and prepare.

As the designated donor, Xiao Yi naturally received constant phone calls and attended meetings, all he wanted to do was to ensure that the donation ceremony would be a complete success.

Chen Yuan is also very busy every day. She used to think that if she went out on her own and became her own boss, things would be much easier, but the reality was completely different.

Although her income has increased compared to when she was working before, she has not yet recovered the money she invested in the early stage, so she dare not slack off at all.

Every day before dawn, she gets up in a hurry, packs up and goes to the subway. She is often too busy to even have breakfast. Not only does she have to prepare lessons and teach, but she also has to handle various matters of the training class. When she gets home after a busy day at work, it is already past ten o'clock.

Cheng Ping always left dinner for her, and she would eat, wash up, and sleep when she got home.

Li Jiawei rested at home for two days, and she found that her parents were really busy at home. Every morning, her sister-in-law Chen Yuan went out to work early. Her mother Cheng Ping got up no later than her sister-in-law Chen Yuan, and first prepared breakfast for the three children. Her father Li Jianguo was responsible for taking care of the three children to dress and wash. After the three children finished their meals, the father had to send Wenjun to elementary school and Lele to kindergarten. After the mother cleaned up the house, she took Mingxuan to the park to play with other children.

At around 11 o'clock in the morning, mother Cheng Ping took Mingxuan home. At this time, father Li Jianguo also came back from the supermarket after buying vegetables.

Then the mother started to prepare lunch, while the father continued to play with Mingxuan and make him happy. The family probably only had a short one-hour lunch break after lunch to rest and relax their tired bodies and minds.

After lunch break, mother Cheng Ping had to get up again to prepare the baby's afternoon supplementary food. After everything was ready, she had to take Mingxuan to the kindergarten to pick up Lele, while father Li Jianguo went to the elementary school to pick up Wenjun.

After dinner, the father was also busy as he had to accompany Wenjun to tutoring classes, while the mother stayed at home with the two little ones, telling them stories and playing games with them.

Looking at her parents busying around all day long, spinning like a top, Li Jiawei couldn't help feeling sad, thinking that they were overworked.

At night, she sat on the sofa, hugged her mother Cheng Ping affectionately, and asked softly: "Mom, are you and my dad tired of doing this every day?"

Cheng Ping had a smile on her face and said gently, "I'm not tired. It's not exposed to the wind or rain. Your dad and I like it." As she spoke, she slowly reached out her hand and gently stroked Li Jiawei's belly. Her eyes were full of expectation and love, and she said, "When you and Xiao Yi have a child, Mom can take care of the child for you."

Li Jiawei subconsciously touched her belly. She and Xiao Yi had always taken a natural approach to having children, and they had never deliberately taken contraceptive measures. However, after several months, her belly was still flat.

But Xiao Yi also said that if the child is born, they are happy, if the child is not born, they will live their own world of two seriously. So, there is no rush for anything.

Here, Xiao Yi devoted himself wholeheartedly to the preparation work for the national treasure donation ceremony. It was not until he met the donor of the national treasure that he realized that the donor was Mr. Xiao.

At that moment, he felt mixed emotions and had a lot of thoughts in his mind. Xiao Yi slowly sat down opposite Mr. Xiao, and the old man and the young man stared at each other quietly. No one spoke first to break the silence, as if the air around them had solidified, and only the sound of each other's breathing echoed gently in this quiet space.

The two of them were in a stalemate for a long time. In the end, Mr. Xiao couldn't hold back anymore. He frowned slightly, with a complicated expression on his face, and slowly asked, "How was your trip abroad with Jiawei?"

Xiao Yi nodded expressionlessly and responded in a flat tone, "Very good." These two short words revealed an indescribable sense of alienation, as if the old man in front of him was just an ordinary stranger.

Seeing that Xiao Yi was still so cold to him, Mr. Xiao sighed softly, with a bit of loneliness in his eyes, and then said: "When are you going to have a child? Before I die, I can see my great-grandson and smile in my grave." His words were full of hope for successors, and his wrinkled face was full of an old man's desire for the continuation of his family.

When Xiao Yi heard him say this, a hint of undisguised sarcasm flashed across his eyes for a moment, and that look was like an icy-cold arrow, shooting straight at Mr. Xiao.

Just looking at his hunched body, his head full of white hair, and the deep scars on his face, and thinking that he was old after all, Xiao Yi swallowed back the sarcastic words that were about to come out of his mouth, but his cold expression remained unchanged.

However, Mr. Xiao still keenly caught the disdain and sarcasm in Xiao Yi's eyes. His body stiffened slightly, and the loneliness on his face became even more intense. He sighed heavily again, and said slowly with a hint of helplessness and sadness: "Can't you really forgive me?" There was a sense of powerlessness in his voice, as if he was begging for something, or making a final struggle.