"Is this?"

"On your birthday, Uncle Zheng and I had no time to come in the United States, so we only sent you a gift. I always felt a little sad. Just as you came here today, I would make up for you with a birthday cake."

As Zheng said, he pushed the handmade cake he made himself into front of Han Yu, and chuckled gently, "Don't you always eat a cake I made myself on your birthday?"

The others present couldn't help but look at the simple and seemingly affectionate handmade cake.

"mrs.jung (Mrs. Zheng), don't you think your behavior is too much?"

Unlike when he was in front of Han Yu, sitting at the dining table at home, Zheng Xiujing seemed to have returned to her usual coquettish look, frowned with her eyebrows and looked at her mother with a cute expression.

"How come I and I are your biological children. Since childhood, you will only make a cake when we were two of us on our birthdays. Why can Leo enjoy this treatment all the time?"

Zheng Xiujing's tone was very dissatisfied. If you listen carefully, you could also taste a subtle and unique meaning.

As a result, when Zheng heard this, his mother glared at her youngest daughter impolitely and replied directly: "Because you two are daughters, he is my son! Is this reason sufficient?"

"Ah, mom!" Zheng Xiujing put down the spoon in her hand and looked at her mother with great annoyance.

"What's wrong?"

"You are the standard boyishness over girls!"

"What nonsense is that I cherish it because I have a young man. I have two daughters and only one son. Of course, I love my son a little more. Is there any problem with this reason?"

"I, I... Alas! I mom, you are really!"

The mother and daughter's bickering made everyone present, including Han Yu.

Zheng’s father and Zheng Xiuyan both smiled and shook their heads, and did not intend to stand up for their daughter or sister.

In fact, in the past decade, similar dialogues have been staged almost every day since the big boy who was later named "leo     jung" entered their home.

No matter how much Zheng Xiujing complains, she just complains; Zheng’s mother teaches her daughter a lesson verbally, but she only talks about it.

No one took these words seriously, after all... this is a family.

Han Yu also had a soft smile on his lips. He looked at the handmade cake with a candle in front of him with a little emotion. He felt warm and indescribable guilt.

He knew very well that since the operation of lj Group gradually got on track, his relationship with the Zheng family has become less and less.

In South Korea, the Lin family is his home, and in the United States, the Zheng family is his home, but unexpectedly, as time goes by and with the development of the so-called career, both of these homes that have given him many warm memories, and he gradually lost contact with them.

Every year on his birthday, Zheng’s mother would make him a handmade cake. This is indeed a routine, or it is the treatment that the Zheng family’s children can enjoy. However, this treatment has disappeared a few years ago in Han Yu’s memory.

It’s not that people don’t make it for him to eat, but that he is busy every time he doesn’t have time to go back.

I remember one time, Zheng’s mother personally took the cake and found an office in the group. However, because she didn’t know the specific position and information of Han Yu in the company, when Han Yu received the cake in the headquarters office, the cake was broken.

For this reason, Han Yu was furious within the company for the first time and almost fired all employees in that office.

After this incident, somehow, Zheng's mother also received some news. Since then, she may have been worried that she would implicate innocent employees again, so she has never visited Han Yu in the company.

After all, I can't escape the consequences of debt.

Emotional debt is the hardest thing to repay, because sometimes it can’t be paid back, or it doesn’t need to be paid back at all.

Han Yu didn't know whether his relationship with the Zheng family had improved in the years he had not yet recalled, but according to his own inference, the possibility of the situation improving was slim, and he knew very well what he was like when he worked.

Therefore, to be honest, he felt a lot in his heart when he was able to see the handmade cakes made by his mother Zheng himself again today.

It seems that no matter how much thanks or apologies you say, it has no meaning. His fate with this family cannot be clearly understood by these words.

"Why are you staring at me all the time? Don't you want to?"

A reminder from Zheng's gentle and smiling face came from his ears again.

Han Yu came to his senses, and he smiled at Zheng's mother, shook his head and said, "Just make a wish, I will be thirty generations next year, so I'll leave my beautiful fantasies to my childhood. But, I really thank you for all these for me."

Although they didn't need a thank you for a long time, Han Yu still had to say what he should say.

"What's wrong with the thirty generations? Can't you make a wish in the thirty generations? I've told you, I treat you as my biological son, what's the point of making a cake for my son? If you want to thank you for this, how troublesome are you to get along with others?"

"whispering sound……"

Listening to Zheng’s serious and loving soft words, Han Yu hadn’t said anything, but Zheng Xiujing, who was sitting next to him, curled her lips first.

There was not much noise, but Ms. Li Jingshu's ears have always been very sharp.

She frowned and looked at her little daughter, saying, "Oh, Zheng Xiujing, if I remember correctly, did you give you a birthday gift two years ago? You obviously like the gifts given by others so much and always wear them on your hands. Are you as good as you are now?"

Birthday gift?

When Han Yu heard Zheng’s mother say this, the first thing Han Yu noticed was the “birthday gift” in Zheng’s mother’s words.

If I remember correctly, he was clearly in the hospital at that time last year and completely missed Zheng Xiujing's birthday. For this reason, when they first met, Zheng Xiujing complained about him.

But what's going on with this birthday present?

Han Yu subconsciously looked at Zheng Xiujing in confusion.

But the girl gritted her teeth and kept winking at her mother, while she pulled the sleeve of one of her hand unnaturally.

Unfortunately, the sleeves of the clothes she wore today were loose. Although it lengthened to cover her wrist, Han Yu still saw the twinkling purple luster in the sleeve tube under Han Yu's intent observation.

This is...

Han Yu was stunned.

Just a glance, he immediately recognized it.

The "birthday gift" mentioned by Zheng's mother is a silver bracelet with an amethyst pendant on it.

This... is not a birthday gift, but a gift he gave to her on the first date with Han Yu and Jung Soo-jin.

"...My mom, have you finished talking?!"

I don’t know if he also found that his concealment was meaningless. After pursing his lips tightly, Zheng Xiujing suddenly responded loudly to Zheng’s mother in a slight shocking gaze.

After she finished speaking, she stood up without saying a word, lowered her head, and quickly went upstairs.

"This girl is really...what happened to her?"

"Mom, dad, I..."

Just as Jung Soo-yeon was about to get up, Han Yu suddenly raised his hand and pressed her shoulder, "Wait, Soo-yeon... I'll go and have a look."

"You guys eat first. I'll go upstairs to take a look. With Xiujing's personality, there should be no big problem."

After saying this, Han Yu nodded to Zheng's mother and Zheng's father, who were actually slightly worried, and then stood up and walked upstairs in Zheng Xiuyan's vaguely complicated eyes.

He was not planning to interfere, but he felt that this matter was caused by himself and should be solved by himself.

Based on the memories of wandering around before, Han Yu quickly found Zheng Xiujing's bedroom after going upstairs.

As expected, the door of the room was closed.

Through a thick wooden door, Han Yu stood at the door, hesitated for a while before raising his hand and knocking on the door gently.

"Oni, go down and say I'm fine, it'll be fine in a while."

A dull response from the room immediately came from the room that was ready.

Han Yu was silent for a moment and said, "It's me."

In an instant, the atmosphere became quiet.

It took a while before the sound came out of the room again.

"You go down too. I don't want to see you."

Han Yu said to the door panel unmoved: "Let's talk when you come out."

"What else do I have to talk to about with you?"

"About what just happened..."

Before he could finish his words, Jung Soo-jin interrupted him directly.

"About what happened just now, do you want to talk to me about this? Then I can answer you now - OK! I don't need your comfort, let alone your apology! Because it's not your turn to comfort me, you didn't do anything wrong. I felt embarrassed myself, so I ran up from anger and it has nothing to do with anyone! Are you satisfied with this answer?"

The girl's voice was like a powder barrel full of uncertainty, as if it would detonate at any time.

Han Yu, who was standing outside the door, pursed his lips and said patiently: "Xiujing... just open the door and come out and have a good talk with me."

"I said everything! There is nothing to say between you and me!"

"But I have something to say to you."

"That's good!"

As soon as he said this, Han Yu heard a loud sound of heavy footsteps vaguely coming from the door.

Within a few seconds, the door in front of him was opened from the inside, and a familiar face as cold as ice came into his sight.

Zheng Xiujing didn't say anything to him, turned around and walked back, lying on her bed.

"If you have something to say to me, then you can come in and say it. I'm too lazy to stand at the door and talk nonsense to you."

Han Yu frowned and stood outside the room for a while.

"What's wrong? I don't even dare to come in my room? Then stop talking, I'm too lazy to listen. Go down and bring my door with me."
Chapter completed!