"What is this?"

"On your birthday before, your Uncle Zheng and I didn't have time to come over in the United States, so I only sent you a gift. I've always been a little reluctant to go, and I just happened to come over today, and I'll make up a birthday cake for you. ”

As Mother Zheng spoke, she pushed the handmade cake she made herself in front of Han Yu, and chuckled softly: "Didn't you eat a cake made by me on your birthday before?"

Everyone else in the room couldn't help but set their eyes on the simple handmade cake that seemed to be full of affection.

"Mrs. Jung, don't you think you've gone too far?"

Unlike when she was in front of Han Yu, sitting at the dinner table at home, Zheng Xiujing seemed to have returned to her usual delicate appearance, frowning and looking at her mother with a cute expression.

"How can I say that Ernie and I are your biological children, and you will only make a cake on the birthdays of the two of us when we are young, why can Leo always enjoy this treatment?"

Zheng Xiujing's tone was very dissatisfied, and if she listened carefully, she could also taste a subtle different meaning.

As a result, when Zheng's mother heard this, she glared at her youngest daughter quite unceremoniously, and replied directly: "Because you two are daughters, he is my son!

"Ah, doll mother!" Zheng Xiujing put down the spoon in her hand and looked at her mother with a very irritated look.

"What's wrong?"

"You're standard patriarchal!"

"What nonsense, it's because I cherish it as a young talent, I have two daughters and only one son, of course I love my son a little more. Is there anything wrong with this reason?"

"I, I...... Hey, Mom, you really are!"

The bickering of the mother and daughter amused everyone present, including Han Yu.

Zheng's father and Zheng Xiuyan both shook their heads with a smile, and they didn't mean to stand up for their daughter or sister.

In fact, similar dialogues have been played out almost daily for the past decade or so, ever since the big boy who came to be named "Leo Jung" came into their home.

Zheng Xiujing's complaint is only complaining, and Zheng's mother is only verbally teaching her daughter.

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

The corners of Han Yu's mouth also had a soft smile, and he looked at the handmade cake with a candle in front of him with a little emotion, feeling both warm and indescribable guilt in his heart.

He knew very well that since the operation of the LJ Group was slowly on the right track, he had less and less contact with the Zheng family.

He is in South Korea, and the Lin family is his home, and in the United States, the Zheng family is his home, but what he didn't expect was that as time went by, with the development of the so-called career, these two homes that had given him many warm memories, he gradually lost contact with them.

Every year on his birthday, Zheng's mother will make him a handmade cake, which is indeed a convention, or rather, this is the treatment that the children of the Zheng family can enjoy. It's just that this kind of treatment, in Han Yu's memory, has disappeared a few years ago.

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

I remember that once, Zheng's mother personally carried the cake to an office of the group, but because she didn't know Han Yu's specific position and specific information in the company, when Han Yu received the cake in the headquarters office, the cake was already broken.

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

After this happened, somehow, Zheng's mother also got some news, and since then, probably worried that she would affect innocent employees again, she never went to the company to find Han Yu again.

In other words, there is no escape from a result of indebtedness.

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

Han Yu didn't know if his relationship with the Zheng family had improved in the memories of the past few years that he hadn't remembered yet, but according to his own inference, the possibility of the situation getting better was very small, and he knew very well what his work was like.

Therefore, to be honest, he was really touched to see the handmade cake made by Mama Zheng herself again today.

It seems that no matter how much thanks and apologies there is, there is no point in saying it, and the fate of him and this family cannot be encapsulated clearly with these words.

"Why do you keep staring? Don't you make a wish?"

There was a gentle reminder from Zheng's mother with a little smile in her ears again.

Han Yu came back to his senses, he smiled at Zheng's mother, then shook his head and said, "Just make a wish, I will be thirty generations old next year, and the beautiful fantasy should be left to when I was a child." Thank you so much, though, for these for me. ”

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

"What's wrong with the thirty generations? Can't the thirty generations make a wish? And I told you, I treat you like my own son, what does a doll mother mean by making a cake for her son? Even if you want to thank this, how troublesome do you usually get along with others?"

"......Shh

Listening to Mother Zheng's serious and loving soft words, Han Yu didn't say anything, but Zheng Xiujing, who was sitting next to him, pouted first.

There is not much movement, but Ms. Li Jingshu's ears have always been very pointed.

She frowned and looked at her little daughter again, and said, "Ah, Zheng Xiujing, if I'm not mistaken, didn't you give you a birthday gift when you OPPA last year?

Birthday gifts?

Hearing 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 still in the hospital at that time the year before last, and he completely missed Zheng Xiujing's birthday, so when the two of them first met, Zheng Xiujing complained about him.

But what's going on with this birthday present?

Han Yu subconsciously looked at Zheng Xiujing suspiciously.

But I saw that the girl was gritting her teeth and constantly glaring at her mother, and at the same time, she pulled the sleeve of one of her hands with an unnatural look.

It's a pity that the sleeves of the clothes she wore today were loosely designed, and although they were elongated to cover her wrists, under Han Yu's intently observation, he still saw the flashing purple luster in the sleeves.

This is......

Han Yu was stunned for a moment.

Just one glance, and he immediately recognized it.

The "birthday gift" in Zheng's mother's mouth is a silver bracelet with an amethyst pendant on the bracelet.

This one...... It's not a birthday gift, but a gift from Han Woo and Zheng Xiujing when they went on their first and only date.

“…… Mom, are you done?!"

I don't know if I also found that my cover-up was meaningless, Zheng Xiujing pursed her lips, and suddenly responded loudly to Zheng's mother in the stunned gaze of everyone.

As soon as the words fell, she stood up without saying a word, lowered her head, and quickly went upstairs.

"This girl is really ...... What's wrong with her?"

"Mom, Abba, I'm ......"

As soon as Zheng Xiuyan was about to get up, Han Yu suddenly raised his hand and pressed her shoulder, "Wait, Xiuyan...... I'll take a look. ”

"You guys eat first, I'll go upstairs to have a look, with Xiujing's character, there shouldn't be any big problem." ”

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

He didn't intend to overstep his bounds, but he felt that this matter was caused by himself, and he should solve it by himself.

According to the memory of wandering around before, Han Yu quickly found Zheng Xiujing's bedroom after going upstairs.

As expected, the door to the room was shut.

Through a heavy wooden door, Han Yu stood at the door, hesitated for a moment, and then raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door.

"Ernie, go down, just say I have nothing to do, and I'll be fine in a while. ”

Immediately, there was a dull reply from the room, which had been prepared.

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

In an instant, the atmosphere was quiet.

It didn't take long for the sound to restart in the room.

"Go down too. I don't want to see you. ”

Han Yu was unmoved and said to the door panel: "You come out and let's talk." ”

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

"About what just happened......"

Before he could finish speaking, Zheng Xiujing interrupted him bluntly.

"Do you want to talk to me about this? Then I can answer you right now—all right! I don't need your comfort, much less your apology, because it's not your turn to comfort me, and you haven't done anything wrong. I felt ashamed of myself, so I lost my temper and ran up, and it has nothing to do with anyone! Are you satisfied with this answer?"

The girl's voice was like a powder keg full of uncertainty, as if it could detonate at any moment.

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've said it all! I don't have anything to say to you!"

"But I have something to say to you. ”

"That's good!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Han Yu heard a faint sound of heavy footsteps coming from inside the door.

Within seconds, the door in front of him was opened, and a familiar face as cold as ice came into view.

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 don't bother to stand at the door and talk nonsense to you. ”

Han Yu frowned, and the whole person stood outside the room for a moment of hesitation.

"What's the matter? Don't even come into my room? Then don't talk about it, I don't bother to listen. Go down and close my door by the way. ”

Listening to these childish words, Han Yu tugged at the corners of his mouth, smiled bitterly, thought about it, and walked into the girl's room.

w。 4m.