Seeing that his son refused to admit it, Jiang Nuantang could only put down his chopsticks and point out the doubts himself.
"I……"
Shao Yijin's hand in his pocket shrank, and a flash of panic flashed across his face.
If Mommy sees his hands, will she dislike him for not being able to do anything well because he doesn't have the peace of mind of Jiang Yihan?
"hurry up."
Jiang Nuantang felt that something was wrong with her son's hesitation, and she put away the softness on her face, leaving her bright face expressionless.
Due to Jiang Nuantang's urging, Shao Yijin had no choice but to stretch out her hand.
I saw that my little hand, which was still intact in the morning, was now wrapped in gauze, and the entire palm was wrapped like a rice dumpling.
"How is this going?"
Even though he had guessed that he was injured, Jiang Nuantang never expected that he was injured so badly.
Looking at the direction of the gauze bandage, it was obvious that the knife cut across the palm.
Jiang Nuantang could not imagine how much pain his son must have felt at that time.
"When did you get hurt? Why didn't you call me if it was so serious?"
Shao Yijin lowered his head and did not answer Jiang Nuantang's words. Only silent tears fell down his eyes.
It's not that it hurts.
Just afraid...
He is afraid that Jiang Nuantang will dislike him and is not as sensible as Jiang Yihan, which makes people worry less.
In Jiang Nuantang's eyes, Jiang Yihan was fearless. Except when he was just born, he had never shed tears like this in front of her.
Suddenly she couldn't sit still, stretched out her hand to pull him into her arms, and comforted softly: "Mommy doesn't blame you, I just feel sorry for you..."
As soon as she finished speaking, she saw her son burying his head in her arms and crying harder, calling mommy all the time.
Jiang Nuantang was at a loss and could only hug Shao Yijin cautiously. Time seemed to have returned to the time when they were just born, like porcelain dolls that would break if touched.
Looking at Shao Yijin who couldn't help crying, Jiang Yimiao curled his lips and was a little curious about what kind of life he had lived before.
It's okay to be afraid that Mommy won't want him, but a little care moved him so much.
I wonder if she will be like this when she sees her father...
Thinking of that scene, Jiang Yimiao shook his head violently to get rid of the thought.
No! She must not cry. As Daddy’s little lover in her previous life, she must remain the most perfect in front of Daddy!
When the little guy in his arms had almost finished crying, Jiang Nuantang looked at his daughter beside him amid his sobbing.
"Miaomiao, tell me."
Jiang Yimiao retracted his thoughts, knowing that he could not hide it, so he could only say truthfully to Jiang Nuantang:
"Brother injured his hand while cutting vegetables."
Mentioning this matter, Jiang Yimiao also felt a little guilty.
If she hadn't let Shao Yijin know that Jiang Yihan cooks at home on weekdays, Shao Yijin wouldn't have cut his hands until they were bloody just because he wanted to learn how to cook.
Hearing the reason, Jiang Nuantang felt angry and painful.
"It's all mommy's fault. She is busy with work and neglects you. From now on, mommy will go home and cook for you every day."
How can any child who has been sensible since childhood be forced to grow up?
If she were not busy with work on weekdays, sometimes she would be still drawing design drafts in the study room in the middle of the night, so her son would not need to get up in the middle of the night to make milk powder for his daughter.
The more Jiang Nuantang thought about it, the more he felt that he had not done a good enough job, and the hand holding his son unconsciously tightened.
Feeling the sadness and guilt coming from Jiang Nuantang, Shao Yijin didn't know how to comfort her. He could only use his uninjured hand to clumsily pat her shoulder and whisper:
"Mommy, I'm fine. It's just a small wound. It will be fine in a few days."
Although it did hurt the moment it was cut into my hand, it didn't seem so unbearable if I could get mommy's care in exchange for it.
Shao Yijin's eyes flashed with a dark light.
"That won't work. I'll show you again after dinner later. If the injury is really serious, we won't participate in the competition in half a month."
"Um."
Shao Yijin nodded obediently, not worried about the competition. He was not the one participating in the competition anyway.
Just thinking that in another half month, his and Jiang Yihan's identities may have to change back, I can't help but feel a little reluctant.
…
After lunch, the two little ones went back to their rooms, while Jiang Nuantang and Bo Yuqing stayed in the living room.
"Tell me! What are you doing here?"
Looking at the man sitting diagonally across from him, Jiang Nuantang looked serious.
"Can't I come if nothing happens?"
Bo Yuqing raised his eyebrows and asked a meaningful question, and then brought up another matter under Jiang Nuantang's gaze.
"I heard that recently, foreign capital has been frequently acquiring shares of Hengyuan Group."
Jiang Nuantang is no stranger to Hengyuan Group. This is her second uncle's company. When her father was in prison, the company she founded was on the verge of bankruptcy and was eventually merged into Hengyuan.
It's just that she didn't appreciate this second uncle at all, especially after he married Ling Manqing, Qin Yawei's mother, and she never contacted him again.
As for the acquisition of shares that Bo Yuqing mentioned, Jiang Nuantang nodded and acknowledged it generously.
"I did it."
It was not because of her personal grudge with Qin Yawei, but because she found out other hidden reasons why her father was imprisoned.
She can tolerate some things that happen to her, but when it comes to her relatives, it's a different story.
Bo Yuqing nodded, not too surprised.
His gaze lingered on Jiang Nuantang's face for a while, and then he said:
"It has always been my regret that I couldn't help you with your father's matter. Now that I have the ability, if you need my help in the future, just ask. No matter what you want to do, I will help you unconditionally.
"
Bo Yuqing said it seriously, and even if he said it hard, it was clear that he was not joking.
"I know."
Jiang Nuantang pursed her lips lightly, lowered her eyes to hide the emotions in her eyes, and when she raised her head again, her eyes were calm. She looked at Bo Yuqing and spoke in a calm voice.