Chapter 925: Chapter 925: Mr. Wang, You Don’t Have Many Good Years Left

Old brother turned his head, expression indescribable: "How do I tell her, tell her Feng Sheng is seriously injured now, tell her Feng Sheng needs someone to take care of him..."

He rarely felt annoyed, stretching his long legs, exhaling: "I don’t know what to do, it’s unfair not to tell her, but if I do tell her, she... will leave me."

If Feng Sheng was fine, he might be able to let it happen, but Feng Sheng is like that, Lin Hua is also someone precious in his heart, how could he allow her to suffer that hardship?

Besides, he genuinely couldn’t bear her leaving, even if it’s a transaction, now she is his wife.

The world is indifferent, those rumors are inherently unfair to women.

Gu Anxi didn’t know how to comfort him.

Old brother is so pitiful, Lin Hua is pitiful, Feng Sheng is even more pitiful.

Yet, this farce has already happened, going back would only lead to more chaos, moreover, with King Jingyao’s identity here, it wasn’t a situation where divorce could be casually mentioned, and in Gu Anxi’s eyes, who is also a woman, Lin Hua is a victim too. If starting everything over, the one hurt the deepest would be Lin Hua.

She looked at old brother, calling him out softly like a kitten.

King Jingyao trusts her greatly, so this matter, Jingchuan didn’t bring it up, only told her, impatiently seeking some advice.

Gu Anxi sighed, "If you really like Sister Lin Hua, then you should treat her well, she is your wife now, not someone else’s fiancée."

King Jingyao’s gaze fell on her face.

After a while, he laughed out loud: "I almost forgot."

Gu Anxi stretched lazily: "So miserable, I’m the injured one, yet I have to be your emotional advisor all day long."

She then stuffed the book into his hand: "Take a good look, Gu Mingzhu wrote it quite profoundly."

Old brother felt speechless, but his mood greatly improved, mainly because he was guided somewhat, feeling like clouds parted to reveal the moon. He looked at the little one: "How is your health?"

After a moment, he said: "Xichen is about to go to Jiangcheng, can your health handle it? Why not stay in Beicheng for a while longer until you’re better, it’s not too late to go then."

Gu Anxi shook her head, "I’m almost recovered, I’m leaving in a week."

King Jingyao felt reluctant, this sister just reconciled but has to part, he truly couldn’t bear it.

He reached out to pat her: "If you want anything in the future, have any requests, feel free to tell me."

Gu Anxi tilted her little head, leaning against the sofa back: "Didn’t really think of anything?"

King Jingyao looked at her, filled with admiration of a holy father!

After a moment, he coughed lightly: "By the way, you’re going to Jiangcheng with Xichen, what about Zhou Yunchen?"

Gu Anxi pretended not to understand: "What do you mean, what about him?"

King Jingyao was clear-minded, casually saying: "Yun Chen is somewhat underutilized at An Pu, a man should have greater ambitions, don’t you think?"

Gu Anxi looked at him eagerly, "But wasn’t it you who didn’t allow him in the office, and now you’re going back on your word?"

She rejected quite firmly: "I won’t handle this, you talk to him yourself."

Old brother coughed lightly: "It’s just that I’m at a loss, why don’t you talk to him, he’s quite close to you."

Gu Anxi’s voice was cool: "You’d better have Chen Ming lure his sister, that would be more effective."

King Jingyao saw her attitude, impermeable, unable to force her to do things. This little one never listened much before and had her own ideas. Now he owes her a life, cherishing her deeply, not daring to raise his voice.

Old brother stayed a good while before leaving.

Chen Ming, clueless about his thoughts, only felt like Mr. Wang left as if his wife ran away, and returned as if she came back. Of course, he dared not ask, just followed behind.

Getting into the car, King Jingyao instructed Yuan Sheng calmly: "Return to the office."

Chen Ming couldn’t help but speak: "Aren’t you going back, it’s still your newlywed period."

Old brother looked at him: "What do you understand! Lin Hua and I aren’t in a hurry."

Chen Ming whispered: "You’re over forty, not many good years left, better seize the time."

Yuan Sheng held back his laughter.

King Jingyao angrily threw a pillow over, grumbling: ’Alright, you just know how to upset me, aside from upsetting me, what else can you do all day?’

Though he spoke this way, internally he knew, Chen Ming was just inarticulate, his loyalty was unquestionable. That day he was truly a man, besides saving him, pushed Yuan Sheng out of the car and chose to face death himself. Had Xichen not shot the opponent down, Chen Ming’s life might’ve ended.

Now thinking of it, old brother still felt some fear.

He remained silent but gave a light smile after a while: "There’s still work there, Lin Hua will understand."

Chen Ming dared not casually speak again, always feeling Mr. Wang had something on his mind.

King Jingyao wasn’t avoiding his wife intentionally, there was genuinely work to handle.

Feng Sheng didn’t die, involving too many matters—how to arrange people, where, how to calm the Feng family?

Lin Hua might not need to know, but the Feng family can’t be left unaware.

King Jingyao ultimately discussed with Wang Jingchuan, when he returned, it was already ten at night, sitting in the car somewhat tired.

Until the car stopped, Wang Jingchuan’s gentle voice sounded: "Sir, we’re here."

King Jingyao raised his eyes: "Ah, already here!"

He added: "Age is showing, my energy’s lacking. Jingchuan, do you know what Chen Ming said today? Said my good years are running out."

Wang Jingchuan deliberately cheered him up, smiling: "Chen Ming doesn’t know a thing, where does he know this is your prime age?"

He was quite a character, skillfully delivering these lines without offending the boss, appropriately improving his mood. Sure enough, King Jingyao smiled as he got out: ’Alright Jingchuan, you can go home first, come over early tomorrow.’

Wang Jingchuan nodded, then left.

King Jingyao pulled a cigarette from his pocket and quietly smoked it on the courtyard bench, only then heading up the steps. A servant came to take his clothes as he walked: "Has the wife gone to bed?"

The servant replied: "Madam went upstairs at eight, played the piano a bit, might be asleep now."

King Jingyao nodded: "How’s her mood?"

"Quite good, just hasn’t said much." The servant hung up the clothes, smiling: ’Madam is a shy person, it’s normal to speak less.’

King Jingyao gave a faint smile, didn’t say anything.

As he slowly ascended the stairs, he thought, she still hasn’t been able to forget Feng Sheng, just makes herself behave normally, or shows that she still likes him...

Old brother couldn’t quite describe his feelings. Generally domineering, he wouldn’t settle unless fully possessed. Back then, he really liked Anxi, the very much kind. But Anxi didn’t like him, only sees him as old brother or father, he didn’t push her.

Does Lin Hua feel the same now?

Not liking, thus settling?

Old brother’s pride was hurt, yet too many constraints, couldn’t bear letting go.

He pushed the door, the bedroom was peaceful, only a small night light was on... Lin Hua was wearing silk pajamas, lying on her side, seemingly asleep.

He moved to sit behind her, tugging his tie loose, undoing two buttons, hand resting on her shoulder: "Lin Hua?"

Lin Hua remained still.

He bent down, murmured by her ear: "Why sleep already, didn’t you say wait for me to have a late-night snack, hmm?"

Lin Hua woke, turned around to look at him.

In her eyes, rationality gradually returned. When fully awake, she asked hoarsely: "What time is it?"

Then sat up: "You went to see Anxi?"

King Jingyao was sitting at the head of the bed, somewhat absent-mindedly nodded: "Yes, went to see her. And you, where did you go today?"

Lin Hua shook her head: "Nowhere, just stayed home."

"So obedient." He reached over to touch her cheek: "Get up and join me for a snack."

He curved himself: "Worked all day, dead tired."

Lin Hua half-kneeled, massaging his back. Suddenly, he grabbed her hand...