Chapter 295: Entrusting Yinsheng to You

The four of them left the airport in a Maserati. Along the way, Xu Yinsheng drove while chatting with her parents, asking about fun things abroad and talking about what she had learned in recent years. The atmosphere was very harmonious.

Zhao Yicheng sat in the passenger seat, basking in the harmonious atmosphere of this family of three. Watching Xu Yinsheng talk eloquently from the driver’s seat, a gentle smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

’Little Yin… she still craves family affection…’

’But…’

“Dad, Mom, after you return this time, will you travel abroad again?” Xu Yinsheng asked, feigning nonchalance.

Xu Shiji did not answer directly. He took Chen Ruomo’s hand beside him, intertwining their fingers, and looked at her tenderly. “In recent years, your mother and I have traveled all over the world. This time we came back to rest for a few days.”

“But we will set off again. Your mother and I want to see how the beautiful landscape of the Huayuan Federation has changed during the time we’ve been away.”

Hearing this, Xu Yinsheng was silent for a moment. After a long pause, she spoke, her eyelashes slightly lowered, her tone tinged with unusual emotion. “Mom, Dad, how long will you stay this time?”

“Three days,” Xu Shiji said concisely.

“Three days later, the luxury nationwide tour your mother and I booked will begin. Originally, Momo and I planned to return directly without troubling you, but later Momo suggested we see you.”

Having said that, Xu Shiji paused. His gaze turned deep and long as he looked out the window at the scenery.

“So this time we came back, Momo and I plan to hand over the family’s foundation, some properties, and the contact information of those uncles to you. Yinsheng, you’ve grown up. You need to learn to be independent. Momo and I will give you our blessings from behind.”

“I understand, Dad. I will be independent.” Xu Yinsheng replied calmly, without any emotional fluctuation, as if she had no issue with her parents’ arrangement. But only Zhao Yicheng in the passenger seat noticed the mist spreading in her eyes.

The rest of the drive was silent until they reached Tianhua Residential District. The security guard glanced at the license plate and let them through.

After parking the car, Xu Yinsheng opened the door and stepped out, followed closely by the others.

The living room was dim and dark, with only the ultra-high-definition TV screen glowing.

A boy sat on the sofa, wearing a light blue shirt and black pants, with a large painter’s hat on his head, holding Garfield in his arms. Hearing the door open, the boy and the cat both looked toward the sound, meeting the gazes of the four people.

“Daughter~ When did you give birth to a son? He’s so big?” Chen Ruomo let go of her husband’s arm, stepped forward a few steps, and crouched down to look at the little boy, her eyes full of curiosity.

“Just not very similar to me.” She muttered, taking out a candy from her pocket, handing it to the young boy Yanqing, her eyes curving.

“Grandson, call me Grandma~”

Not only her, but even Xu Shiji beside Zhao Yicheng, after seeing Yanqing, looked at Zhao Yicheng with a strange gaze, as if saying, “You two work pretty fast.”

“Mom, this is my best friend’s little brother. He’s staying at our place for a few days.” Xu Yinsheng said with a twitching face, interrupting them.

“Also, Zhao Yicheng and I… I just see him as a friend. Don’t mess around playing matchmaker.”

After the mix-up, Xu Yinsheng sent Yanqing back to the bedroom, then took her parents to the room she had prepared for them earlier. After Zhao Yicheng put away his luggage, he left the room to give the family of three private time to talk, and went into the kitchen to cook.

Rustle, rustle, rustle.

A sparse stream of water hit the green tomato stems. Zhao Yicheng was busy in the kitchen, occasionally adding some vegetables or meat to the pot.

Zhao Yicheng peeled the tomato skin, preparing to make scrambled eggs with tomatoes. No other reason; Xu Yinsheng loved it.

“You like Yinsheng, don’t you?” A voice suddenly sounded beside him. Zhao Yicheng looked carefully and saw that Xu Shiji had somehow appeared next to him.

Zhao Yicheng stopped cutting the tomatoes, looked up at Xu Shiji, and said calmly, “Yes. I don’t care about her previous personality. Uncle Xu, are you going to stop us?”

“No,” Xu Shiji shook his head.

“You are actually very similar to me. Same devotion, same refusal to let go, same all-or-nothing gamble. So… I want to ask you for a favor.”

“Please, go ahead.”

Xu Shiji took a deep breath. “First, let me tell you a story.”

“Once upon a time, there was a boy. His family was wealthy and powerful. He had been a playboy since childhood, arrogant and domineering. Until in high school, he met a girl. They fell in love at first sight and quickly entered a romantic relationship.”

“The boy was quite rich. The girl was slightly inferior, but they were well-matched in social status. There were no obstacles, and the elders in the family tacitly approved. They soon got married, and their married life was sweet and happy.”

“The boy—no, at this time he should be called a man—they experienced a lot together over several decades, visited many places, occasionally had arguments, but in the end they got through it all.”

“Originally, the man and the woman agreed not to have children and to live a lifetime as a couple of two. But an accident happened—when the hospital examined her, the woman was already three months pregnant. At that time, an abortion would have harmed the woman’s body, so the child survived.”

“After the child was born, the man and woman once again threw themselves into what they loved. As for the child, they chose to ignore it.”

“They didn’t care about the child’s life at school. They didn’t care about the child’s parent-teacher conferences. They didn’t care what kind of person the child grew up to be.”

“They were a model couple, perfect lovers, warm partners, but not qualified parents. By now, I’m sure you’ve figured it out.” Xu Shiji smiled bitterly, pointing at himself. “The man was me, and the woman was Momo. The child who shouldn’t have survived was Yinsheng. Yinsheng is our child, but we couldn’t give her a trace of love.”

“So, Uncle Xu, what do you mean?”

“We want to entrust Yinsheng to you!” Xu Shiji said. “Ever since you were young, the way you looked at Yinsheng was unusual. At that time, I knew that even if my son… my daughter was useless, there would be someone behind her silently protecting her, ensuring she would never worry about food or clothing, free and happy for life.”

“If you can go all the way to the end, then Momo and I sincerely bless you. Those assets of mine will be Yinsheng’s dowry. If you don’t end up together, even if you treat her as a sworn sister or adopted daughter, just hope that when she is in trouble, you can give her a hand.”

“Don’t let her age of thirty fool you. A father knows his daughter best. Yinsheng is a child who will never grow up. This personality of hers is inherited from me. If no one keeps an eye on her, she will eventually cause big trouble. In recent years, she’s been better—her personality has mellowed a bit.”

Having said that, he paused, looked at Zhao Yicheng. “This is a request from an unqualified father.”

“I will, Uncle Xu.”

Zhao Yicheng cut off the green tomato stem. He looked at the other man seriously. “But you got one thing wrong. Little Yin and I will definitely go all the way to the end. Definitely!”

Xu Shiji smiled. This young man from the Zhao family really was like him—once he set his mind on something, he would never let go even if it killed him.

“In that case, are you still calling me Uncle Xu at a time like this?”

Zhao Yicheng was taken aback, then softly called out, “Dad.”

Xu Shiji smiled and hummed in acknowledgment. After Zhao Yicheng accepted this request, it was as if an invisible burden had been lifted from him, and a relieved and satisfied smile appeared on his face.

He rolled up his sleeves, picked up a clean tomato from the sink, and took the kitchen knife. Noticing Zhao Yicheng’s puzzled look, Xu Shiji smiled and took the initiative to explain.

“Yinsheng and Momo, as mother and daughter, have many similarities. For example, they both don’t like eating broccoli, and they both like scrambled eggs with tomatoes. Moreover, they both enjoy meals cooked by people they care about.”