Chapter 98: You Think I

Changmo has a lot on its plate.

That evening, Rong Ci and Yu Moxun finished dinner and returned to Changmo’s work.

On Wednesday morning, while Rong Ci and Yu Moxun were in a meeting, Yu Moxun’s secretary entered to inform him that He Zhangbai had arrived.

Yu Moxun: “...”

It was obvious, even by common sense, why He Zhangbai had come without so much as a heads-up.

He Zhangbai’s status and position spoke for themselves.

Since he had come, Yu Moxun couldn’t very well ignore him.

He could only tell Rong Ci: “You continue chairing the meeting; I’ll go see him.”

Rong Ci: “Alright.”

When Yu Moxun arrived, He Zhangbai was already seated in the reception room.

Seeing only Yu Moxun come alone, He Zhangbai’s deep eyes flickered slightly; he rose and extended his hand to greet him: “I came without notice—please forgive the intrusion, Director Yu.”

“...” Yu Moxun could only reply: “Director He, you’re too kind.”

After sitting down, He Zhangbai got straight to the point and handed Yu Moxun a document: “This is my sincerity in cooperation—Director Yu, please take a look.”

Yu Moxun took it and began reading.

The more he read, the more seriously he took it.

Finally, he set the document down and said: “Director He, your proposal is indeed sincere. But I still have other considerations—I’ll need some time before I can give you a reply.”

He Zhangbai responded with good grace: “No problem. Comparing options is natural—I understand. Should you have any concerns about my terms in the future, feel free to contact me anytime; I’m open to discussion and adjustment.”

He Zhangbai didn’t linger long. After exchanging a final greeting with Yu Moxun, he left.

He Zhangbai’s sincerity and demeanor were impeccable; Yu Moxun found no fault and even escorted him downstairs personally.

When he returned, Rong Ci had already finished the meeting.

He couldn’t help telling her: “He Zhangbai has impressive execution.”

He’d rejected him over the phone just two days ago, and today He Zhangbai showed up with a fully prepared proposal—no wasted words, no fluff.

He said: “To be honest, I’m genuinely tempted by his proposal.”

Rong Ci said: “We can observe for now. If it truly fits, cooperating with him is fine.”

Yu Moxun thought the same.

But now, it seemed he’d find it hard to make things difficult for He Zhangbai—and he felt a frustrating sense of anger with nowhere to vent.

At around five in the afternoon, while Rong Ci was still busy, her phone suddenly rang.

Rong Ci glanced at it.

It was Feng Jingxin again.

Over the past two days, Feng Jingxin hadn’t called her at all.

She still didn’t answer, continuing with her work.

Two days later, on Friday morning, shortly after Rong Ci woke up, Feng Jingxin called again.

Rong Ci glanced at the phone, placed it on the table, and went straight into the kitchen to make breakfast.

Seeing Rong Ci still wouldn’t answer, Feng Jingxin wanted to smash the phone in frustration.

But she held back.

Her eyes slightly reddened; she lowered her head and ate breakfast slowly, speaking to Feng Tingshen, who sat across from her: “It’s the fourth time now. Since last Saturday, I’ve called Mom four times—and she hasn’t answered once...”

Feng Tingshen said: “Then wait a while before calling again.”

She lost her appetite: “What if Mom still doesn’t answer?”

“Then wait longer. Eventually, she’ll answer.”

Hearing this, Feng Jingxin’s mood lifted slightly; she asked hopefully: “How long is ‘eventually’?”

Feng Tingshen paused his meal and said: “Within two weeks.”

Feng Jingxin’s face fell instantly: “Two weeks? That’s still so long!”

Feng Tingshen nodded: “Yes, it’s a bit long.”

Feng Jingxin: “...”

“But I want to go out this weekend. Aunt Lin Wu’s injuries haven’t healed yet, so she can’t take me. Dad, can you take me?”

Feng Tingshen seriously negotiated with her: “I’m busy on Saturday, but free on Sunday. If you want to go out on Saturday, how about going with Uncle He and Dan Dan?”

Feng Jingxin nodded: “Okay.”

As long as she wasn’t sent out alone, it was fine.

Feng Tingshen called He Zhangbai and asked him to take care of Feng Jingxin for the day.

He Zhangbai agreed: “Alright.”

On Saturday, He Zhangbai took Feng Jingxin and Dan Dan to Happy Valley.

Happy Valley had countless attractions.

But whether the rides were fun, dreamy, or thrilling, Feng Jingxin showed little interest—she wasn’t as cheerful or carefree as before.

She seemed weighed down by thoughts.

He Zhangbai handed her and Dan Dan each an ice cream cone he’d bought.

Looking at her face, which bore a faint resemblance to Rong Ci’s, he asked: “Is something bothering you today, Xin Xin?”

Feng Jingxin sat on the swing, licking her ice cream slowly, and whispered: “I miss Mom.”

When they lived abroad, even though she sometimes didn’t see Mom for two or three months, Mom called her every day and video-chatted.

Recently, Mom had been busy, but every few days, when Feng Jingxin called, Mom would answer—and even come home to cook for her.

Now, she’d called repeatedly, and Mom hadn’t answered once.

This had never happened before.

He Zhangbai knew that Rong Ci and Feng Tingshen had signed their divorce agreement and that custody of Feng Jingxin had been awarded to Feng Tingshen—but since the agreement was signed, he had no idea how things stood between them now.

Hearing this, He Zhangbai asked: “What happened?”

Feng Jingxin reluctantly told him about Rong Ci not answering her calls.

He Zhangbai knew Feng Jingxin still didn’t know her parents were divorcing.

Hearing this, he didn’t know how to respond, so he said: “Your mom isn’t deliberately ignoring your calls—she’s probably just swamped. It’ll get better soon.”

Feng Jingxin nodded: “Mm, Dad says the same thing.”

He Zhangbai fell silent, saying nothing more.

Dan Dan, seeing Feng Jingxin’s sadness, comforted her: “I miss my aunt too, but my uncle says she’s been busy lately and can’t find time. Adults are always busy—they’ll have time again soon.”

Feng Jingxin nodded: “Okay.”

He Zhangbai hadn’t contacted Rong Ci recently not because she was busy, but because he believed the divorce would deeply affect her—and since she had no custody of Feng Jingxin, he worried that asking her to help care for Dan Dan now would only trigger painful memories and worsen her mood.

At around five in the afternoon, Feng Tingshen finished his work and called He Zhangbai: “Where are you now?”

He Zhangbai gave him the location; Feng Tingshen drove over to meet them.

“Dad!”

Though He Zhangbai had been kind to her, seeing Feng Tingshen still made her happier.

Feng Tingshen left his long coat in the car, dressed in a crisp suit. He bent down, picked her up, and pinched her cheek: “Did you have fun today with Uncle He and Dan Dan?”

Feng Jingxin’s mood had improved considerably.

She nodded: “Mm, fun!”

She clung to him, refusing to get down.

Feng Tingshen carried her into the restaurant and only set her down once they reached the private room, saying to He Zhangbai: “Thanks for taking care of her today.”

“No trouble at all,” He Zhangbai said. “They played on their own—I didn’t have to keep up with them. Actually, it was easier.”

Seeing the two children absorbed in their own play and not paying attention, He Zhangbai looked at Feng Tingshen and asked: “I know custody of Xin Xin is with you—but how do you two plan to handle visitation rights?”

Hearing this, Feng Tingshen understood his meaning immediately.

He smiled: “You think I’m the one keeping her from seeing the child?”