Chapter 227: Chapter 227

Ji Rui noticed that his precious son seemed restless these past few nights. Previously, after dinner, he would often snuggle up next to him on the couch, playing games and reading books. But now, every evening after dinner, the little fellow eagerly rushes to take a bath without needing to be told.

After coming out from the bath, even though he still snuggled up next to him to play games like before, he wasn’t really focused. His eyes frequently darted over to the wall clock.

"Ji Baby, who have you been chatting with in the bedroom these days?"

Actually, Ji Rui didn’t need to ask; he already knew that the person chatting with Ji Baby was Le Tong.

Ji Baby didn’t hide anything either, "Sister!"

He could sense that his daddy didn’t have any objection to his interactions with Sister.

Indeed, after receiving this answer, Ji Rui didn’t say anything, just patted his head and then lowered his head to continue with his own work.

"Uncle’s house installed broadband, Ji Baby chats with Sister and her younger sister on the computer every day," Ji Baby added.

Ji Rui raised his head, "Video chat? Not a phone call?"

"Yeah, not a phone call." Ji Baby responded, his eyes unconsciously drifting back to the wall clock again.

Ji Rui’s lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but as he looked at his son, the words seemed hard to come out. Finally, he withdrew his gaze and re-focused on the screen.

The wall clock ticked as it finally reached nine o’clock. Ji Baby, snuggled against Ji Rui, slid down like a snake, not bothering with shoes, and "slap, slap, slap" ran barefoot to the bedroom.

Ji Rui turned his head slightly, staring at his precious son with a lightning-like figure, his brows furrowing slightly.

This apartment was decorated according to Ji Rui’s preferences; whether it was the furniture or the color scheme, it was all his beloved cool and stern style.

The floor was covered with snow-white marble, a clean and clear style Ji Rui liked. At the time, he regarded this place as his bachelor pad, never thinking he’d one day have a pesky little brat living here long term.

He took out the phone and dialed out.

"Xiao Li, find someone to come and lay the carpet at home tomorrow. Carpet Ji Baby’s room and playroom according to his preferences, and install a projector in Ji Baby’s bedroom as well."

He always put on a face of annoyance and disdain in front of Le Tong, but deep down, he didn’t resist Le Tong’s involvement with Ji Baby.

Firstly, because Le Tong was genuinely good to Ji Baby.

Secondly, Le Tong seemed to understand how to educate Ji Baby better than he did. Although he felt somewhat indignant, he had to admit that since finding Le Tong, Ji Baby’s temper improved a lot, and he became much more sensible.

Thirdly, Ji Baby truly lacked maternal love. Among the people around him, besides himself as the father, there was the grandfather and Yang Sheng, all three being rough-minded big men. What they could provide for Ji Baby was naturally not as heartfelt or tender as Le Tong’s affection.

On the other end, Xiao Li, the driver, housekeeper, and assistant, promptly arranged overnight for someone to handle the task after receiving the orders.

Ji Rui hung up the phone, his gaze fell on the screen, but his ears were perked up, carefully discerning the sounds coming from Ji Baby’s bedroom.

Ji Rui has very high standards for his living environment. Therefore, during the initial decoration, every room in the house was equipped with soundproofing facilities. Whether Ji Baby closed the door immediately as he entered or not, sitting in the living room, Ji Rui would find it hard to hear any sound from the inside.

The living room was silent except for the ticking of the wall clock’s second hand and Ji Rui’s increasingly slow keyboard tapping sounds.

Usually, the quietness that could bring Ji Rui comfort and peace now made him inexplicably restless.

After a few minutes, Ji Rui’s tapping on the keyboard finally came to a complete halt.

He irritably closed the computer and placed it on the couch, stood up, and went into the kitchen.

"Young Master, do you want to eat or drink something? I can make it for you."

Aunt Guan happened to finish tidying up the playroom and came out. Seeing the usually meticulous Ji Rui walk into the kitchen, she hurried over and opened the refrigerator to ask.

Ji Rui glanced into the refrigerator, inside, besides some ingredients prepared by Aunt Guan, it was neatly packed with dishes and pastries made by Le Tong for Ji Baby. Each box had a label stuck on its side, two boxes with labels reading "Rock Sugar Stewed Hasma" with a small parenthesis afterward (For the Lungs).

"Heat this up; Ji Baby seems to have a bit of a cough." Ji Rui pointed at the box of hasma, instructing Aunt Guan.

Aunt Guan took the box out and served it into a bowl, "Young Master, would you like a bowl as well?"

Ji Rui glanced at the crystal-clear enticing sugar water in the box and nodded.

He didn’t like sweets and could even say he really hated them!

Yet, looking at the box of sugar water, he had an impulse to eat it all at once.

Aunt Guan then took out another bowl, served it properly, sealed it with cling film, and put it in the microwave to heat.

A few minutes later, Aunt Guan placed the two bowls of hasma on a tray and brought it to Ji Rui. As she was about to bend down to hand Ji Rui a bowl, the tall man stood up and took the tray from her hands.

"I’ll deliver it inside."

Aunt Guan was slightly surprised, but she couldn’t ask anything. After all, Ji Rui was the owner; whatever the owner wanted to do, it wasn’t her place to question.

Apparently, in the minds of Aunt Guan and Mo Xin, the two nannies, Ji Rui was a serious and unapproachable owner. Even though they were under the same roof every day, the man’s interaction with them, aside from occasionally asking a few questions about Ji Baby, almost equated to zero communication.

Ji Rui, carrying the tray, pushed open the door to Ji Baby’s bedroom and walked in.

Ji Baby was sitting at the computer desk at this moment, softly talking with Le Tong on the screen. Ji Rui walked to his side but intentionally stood out of the camera’s view.

He picked up the hasma and placed it in front of Ji Baby. Only then did Ji Baby turn his head and smile at him.

Ji Rui didn’t look at Ji Baby but instead stared at the familiar face on the screen. Upon hearing Ji Baby’s call, that bright face flickered slightly, probably because she couldn’t see him, yet she didn’t greet him.

"Ji Baby, eat this; you’ve been coughing a bit." Ji Rui gently instructed Ji Baby, pulling over a chair and sitting down, seemingly watching his son but actually occasionally shifting his gaze to the screen.

"Ji Baby, you’re coughing?" Le Tong on the screen instantly switched to a worried expression, the tension arising from perceiving his presence seemed to vanish all at once.

"No... well, sort of a little bit..."

Ji Baby’s eyes flickered; actually, he wasn’t coughing at all. It was merely that he drank water too quickly and choked a bit, causing him to cough a few times.

Le Tong had no idea that Ji Baby was pretending to be pitiful to gain sympathy, anxiously instructing Ji Baby to drink more water and if necessary, to see a doctor, among other things.

Meanwhile, Ji Rui benefited from his darling son’s fortune, quietly sitting aside, eating the hasma she had stewed with small bites.