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Chapter 685 - 679: Informing

Chapter 685: Chapter 679: Informing

But Fang Xiu didn’t know exactly what Jing Xin had done for the Jings over the years, and his sacrifices were beyond her imagination.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it under control. I’ll handle things with the Jings. You and our son just stay here and wait for me,” Jing Xin said tenderly as he brushed her cheek.

Fang Xiu was moved by his words. Since he was willing to go so far for them, she decided to take a chance too, placing his hand on her belly and looking at him with a smile.

“Xiuxiu, are you implying that…” Jing Xin asked his wife, a hint of surprise in his voice.

“Yes, I didn’t abort. I want to give birth to him,” Fang Xiu confirmed his assumption.

“When did you decide on this?” Jing Xin gently stroked her belly. Even though he couldn’t feel any movement yet, he was overwhelmed with emotion. Another family member was on the way.

“I never planned to abort in the first place. I only talked about it that day because the news caught me off guard and you overheard it. In my anger, I…

“But then Qin Xue spoke to me a lot. She was right: it’s all about destiny between children and parents. Who am I to deprive him of the chance to come into this world?” Fang Xiu said, smiling softly.

Just like Qin Xue said, some families yearned for a child they could never have. Since she received this blessing, why should she be so cruel?

Looking at his smiling, soft-spoken wife, Jing Xin thought she looked beautiful. Then he turned to their son sleeping peacefully next to them. He felt victorious. He didn’t lose his wife and child. As for the Jings, it seems a return trip is in order. Some problems can’t be solved unless they’re brought out into the open.

Once the couple had voiced their feelings, they had a sense of mutual consolation, drawing their hearts closer together.

Upon arriving at school, Chu Molin let out a sigh of relief. He was glad the gates hadn’t been closed yet; that would have been embarrassing. When he returned to the dorm and found only Gong Wuyou present, he didn’t question it and put his stuff on his own desk.

“Hey Chu Molin, why did you run off so quickly last night? Where did you go? I rushed outside only to replace no one in sight,” Gong Wuyou asked, looking up from his book when he heard Chu Molin entered.

He was specifically annoyed that he had assumed Chu Molin had returned to their dorm, only to replace it empty upon his return.

“You needed me for something?” Chu Molin asked.

“Not really, I was just surprised by your hasty departure and thought something happened,” replied Gong Wuyou casually.

“It’s fine, I just went home. And I’ll be going home every week from now on,” Chu Molin explained and murmured to himself.

“Great! My family lives here too. Maybe we can hang out more often and grab a drink, what do you think?” Gong Wuyou never expected such good news.

“We’ll see.” Chu Molin said nonchalantly, then pulled out a book to start reviewing.

Gong Wuyou wanted to say more, but stopped when he noticed that Chu Molin was focused on studying and wasn’t interested in conversation. He decided to focus on his own studies, too. He needed to work hard to maintain a good score, as warned by his strict grandfather.

“Oh, Chu Molin, you’re back?” the other two roommates asked when they returned and saw Chu Molin.

“Mhm,” Chu Molin responded, looking up from his book.

“Oh, what’s that smell? It’s so nice,” Lei Xiao, the one with a dog’s nose, asked as he sniffed the air.

“What smell? I don’t smell anything,” Fu Shuai queried as he sniffed the air, but nothing seemed out of place.

“Fu Shuai, no offense, but with your nose, I’d be surprised if you could smell anything,” the one who was especially good at computer science. Computer science specialists were rare, and those enrolled at this school were being groomed specifically for the nation, many destined to be key personnel in the future.