Qiao Yongyong then put both hands in the pockets of her loose home pants, gave a meaningful look at the two of them, and left first.

The room immediately only had two people left, and the atmosphere suddenly became quiet, the temperature also rose a few degrees.

Qiao Yongyong heard their conversation from outside just now.

Jiayi fidgets with the hem of her clothes, not knowing what to say next, feeling uneasy. When she looked up again, he had already walked a few steps towards her.

"I called your parents and told them you’re fine, just sprained your ankle. Staying here to recuperate is more convenient for you and Zaizai."

"Mhm," she replied softly, then looked up again. "Can... can I call mom?"

A flicker of tension crossed his expression, and his brow furrowed slightly: "You still want to go back?"

She swallowed, "I want to personally tell her, so she won’t worry."

She didn’t insist on going back, but was actually willing to stay at the Huo Mansion to recover.

His gaze deepened and softened, but his brows were still tightly locked: "If you feel guilty about me resigning from my job for you, you needn’t be. Whatever I do for you is my own choice, and has nothing to do with you."

She clenched her fist slightly, gazing into his eyes.

Once, she thought that his career was everything to him.

She also once thought he abandoned her for his future and for his Huo Empire.

Was she wrong all along?

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and slowly she raised her delicate hand, tracing along his well-defined and resolute brow, like unraveling his furrowed brows, as if she had made up her mind, her voice small but resolute, "No, it does have to do with me. At this time, I want to stick with you, to find evidence against Second Young Master and Su Yan."

He was fighting, and she didn’t want to leave the fight.

He was still for a long time, but his tense heart gradually relaxed, catching her hand, sliding it down his face, his eyes soft: "Hmm. First, take a bath, change your clothes, then call your mom. After the bath, I’ll have Auntie Li make lunch, eat it, and then I’ll take you to the hospital for a checkup, then we’ll go pick up Zaizai from school together."

He then laid out her schedule for the day.

What checkup? She frowned: "A checkup? Didn’t Miss Qiao say changing the bandage daily was sufficient?"

His gaze slid down, glanced at her flat abdomen, his eyes darkened: "This afternoon I’ll accompany you for a checkup. Let’s see if there are any after-effects."

Her heart raced, realizing what he meant.

He knew about her miscarriage.

Her hands trembled slightly, her emotions in turmoil.

His voice drifted over: "Why didn’t you tell me?"

She stammered out: "We’re already divorced, and I thought I could handle it myself."

"I’m his father. Even if he’s no longer here, I have the right to know."

His words once again stung the wounds in her heart, silencing her.

Just as she was about to speak, a shadow fell over her, and his tall, noble body half-knelt by the bed, leaning down, his face pressed against her abdomen.

This utterly unreserved posture stirred something in her heart.

The flat abdomen was soft to the touch, showing no signs that it once carried a second child for him.

"Did it hurt that day?" His hand gently stroked her stomach.

She knew he was asking about the day she miscarried, a hint of soreness appeared at her nose, and she shook her head.

If he hadn’t been so furious that day, blinded by jealousy, perhaps this child might have been close to being born by now.

His eyes clouded over with a layer of dark gloom, sitting up straight, he pulled her into his arms, playing with her soft hair: "It’s my fault. I didn’t take proper care of you and our child."

His voice was full of self-reproach.

She never knew such a man would actually bow down willingly.

In an instant, she did not struggle and let him hold her, as if her heart was soothed, becoming much softer.

She knew she was also at fault.

This child was his too; even if she was angry with him at the time, perhaps she shouldn’t have kept it from him, bearing it alone.

Gazing into his eyes deep as starlit skies, she shook her head with a reddened nose: "I didn’t take good care of it either...."

Tears she had held back for a long time, originally meant to be restrained, finally slid down.

His heart ached, and he lifted her face, leaning in to kiss away her tears bit by bit.

The man’s kiss was fiery and firm, drying the moisture on her cheeks, allowing her to relax without resistance, finally calming her emotions.

"The baby will come back." He whispered solemnly in her ear, "Let’s go for a health check-up this afternoon." 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Miscarriage causes great harm to a woman’s body.

He hadn’t personally taken care of her during that time, but now and in the future, he couldn’t afford any slip-ups.

She rallied her spirits: "No need, it’s been several months, I’m fine."

Why the check-up? Was this preparation for the next pregnancy?

Although she was temporarily staying at Disheng to heal, it wasn’t yet time for that step.

Isn’t this too soon?

He stared at her intently, indulging her in everything except health issues which he could not ignore, and said sternly: "Listen to me. What if it affects future pregnancies? Just a check-up."

As expected.

Jiayi: "..."

Was she too nice to this man today, giving him an inch to take a mile, thinking too much?

He bent down to take off her shoes: "All right, let’s take a bath."

She resisted: "No need, I’ll go to the bathroom myself."

His voice softened a lot, yet remained firm: "I’ll do it."

Just as she was about to say something else, Huo Zhenyang already lifted her foot, gently taking off her slippers.

The movements were careful, avoiding the injuries on her ankles.

She did not avoid, simply letting him remove them, glancing at the pink plush slippers on the floor, casually saying, "Are these still my old pair?"

The words startled her as soon as they were spoken.

Unexpectedly, she didn’t even know how that phrase popped out...

But once the words were out, it was too late to take them back.

His lips curved into a thin smile, he looked at her thoughtfully: "Yes. Everything you’ve used, I haven’t touched."

Everything here was waiting for her return, including him.

She was startled, and before she could react, he had already picked her up from the bed and headed for the bathroom.

She did not resist, her arms wrapped around his neck. Once in the bathroom, she whispered quietly, "Alright, I can manage by myself..."

The last time he helped her bathe when she was drunk, she was unconscious, and it couldn’t be helped.

Now that she was awake, letting him help her bathe really made her uncomfortable.

No matter how long it was, in front of him, she always felt like a girl experiencing things for the first time.

Seeing the embarrassment and shyness on her face, he sat her on a small soft stool in the bathroom, then prepared the hot water in the massage bathtub and moved her to the edge of the tub.

"Alright, I’ll do it, you go out." She pursed her lips, her cheeks burning red, possibly due to the steam.