Obsessive Tycoon and His Swan Girl
Chapter 371 I Don’t Really Want to Talk About It Now

Chapter 371: Chapter 371 I Don’t Really Want to Talk About It Now

Mrs. Lu couldn’t help but smile, "You just sit here at ease, no need to worry. I have to go first."

She called over the waiter, gave a few instructions, and then got up to leave.

Jiang Zhe had just finished checking in and turned around to see Mrs. Lu.

Recalling the information Qin He had given her, she took another glance without showing any reaction.

Mrs. Lu happened to meet her gaze and offered a slight smile.

"Do you know that person?" Xia Enci asked.

"No, I don’t," Jiang Zhe replied and walked over to Xiaoqi and Fang Ting.

Fang Ting had already told Jiang Zhe everything that had happened just now.

Jiang Zhe pointed at Mrs. Lu’s departing figure, "Was she the one who helped you?"

"Yes, it was that auntie," Fang Ting nodded.

Jiang Zhe said, "Next time someone bullies you, don’t be afraid. We have justice on our side; no one can be unreasonable."

Fang Ting and Xiaoqi lowered their heads, feeling embarrassed.

They still lacked the courage to take such actions.

Jiang Zhe understood that it couldn’t be rushed. Children who grew up in welfare houses were either excessively stubborn and strong-willed, or, like them, suppressed by inferiority and timidity, afraid to stand up for themselves in confrontations.

"Let’s go upstairs," Jiang Zhe called them.

Xiaoqi and Jiang Yunxuan shared a room, Xia Enci voluntarily took Fang Ting, and Jiang Zhe had a room to herself.

After organizing her clothes and putting them away, Jiang Zhe took a shower first.

The shower was relaxing and comfortable, and after washing up, she felt lazy lying in bed.

When it was almost time for dinner, Xia Enci gathered all the kids before knocking on Jiang Zhe’s door.

Jiang Zhe opened the door, and Xia Enci said, "It’s dinner time. Do you want to eat in your room, or come down and join us?"

"Together," Jiang Zhe replied, grabbing her room card and closing the door behind her.

At the hotel’s own restaurant, the ones in school uniforms stood out conspicuously.

Jiang Zhe presented the hotel accommodation proof, and the waiter immediately led them to the spot Jiang Zhe had already reserved.

Jiang Zhe had chosen the best window seat, where one could enjoy the view of the man-made sea waves and seascape.

After dinner, she escorted the kids back to the hotel and then went downstairs again to the hotel’s coffee shop.

She chose a spot and sat down, and before long, Mrs. Lu also came downstairs and sat behind Jiang Zhe.

"Feng Jiao, you’ve finally arrived," another woman greeted Mrs. Lu.

Feng Jiao smiled, "Tonghua, what’s the urgent matter for calling me here?"

The woman named Chen Tonghua laughed and said, "Let’s sit down before we talk."

The two were not far from Jiang Zhe, and she could hear every word clearly.

Even though she maintained a lazy posture, looking at her phone and idly propping up her chin, it didn’t prevent their conversation from pouring into her ears.

And no one else was purposefully observing the demeanor of a girl in a high school uniform.

Feng Jiao ordered coffee and stirred it gently with a small spoon.

The rich aroma was comforting and invigorating.

"Feng Jiao, after you go back in a couple of days, I heard you’re going to search for your child again?" Chen Tonghua asked.

Chen Tonghua and Feng Jiao were classmates and had a fairly good relationship, so the question she asked was both direct and straightforward, without any taboo.

Unlike other outsiders, who dared not even bring up the topic of Feng Jiao searching for her child in front of her.

Feng Jiao had carried her child for a full term, but the baby disappeared just after birth. Because of this, she fell into a long silence and nearly gave up on her career and future.

Although she eventually pulled through, the shadow of losing her child always lingered in her eyes, and she was never truly carefree and cheerful again.

Just like now, a trace of darkness flashed in Feng Jiao’s eyes. Her finger, stirring the coffee spoon, paused for a moment and said, "Let’s not talk about that."

"I know bringing this up makes you unhappy, but I also know that you spend a lot of time every year searching for your child. How could I not mention it?" Chen Tonghua said gently, "I and other friends haven’t been of little help to you, either."

Reminded of the help she had indeed received while searching for her child, Feng Jiao’s expression softened a bit, "I don’t really want to talk about it now."

"I can understand how you feel. After all, I am a mother too. We can continue to help search for the child. But you also have to think about yourself."

Feng Jiao remained silent.

Chen Tonghua continued, "The year your child was born, he was lost in the hospital due to a nurse’s negligence. The incident caused quite an uproar, and the hospital gave you compensation. But that’s far from enough to make up for your loss. I can wholly sympathize with what you and your husband have been through. But it’s been ten years since the incident, Feng Jiao, and you are already thirty-six. Haven’t you really thought about the future?"

Feng Jiao sipped her coffee slowly.

Her thoughts seemed to drift back to that cold, rainy night.

She could never have imagined that a professional hospital would lose a child.

But the rain that night was too heavy, blurring all the surveillance cameras, leaving no trace behind.

Just thinking about it now made her feel as if she had returned to that rainy night, her body and heart both ice-cold.

She drank the coffee in large gulps, as if doing so could make her feel a little more comfortable, a little warmer.

Chen Tonghua slowly said, "Have you considered the matter I mentioned to you, about adopting Yun Yun to your side?"

Yun Yun was the child of Chen Tonghua’s elder brother and sister-in-law, who had divorced. Neither wanted the child, leaving Chen Tonghua’s parents to care for it.

Chen Tonghua felt sorry for the child and also had her own ulterior motives.

Feng Jiao and her husband were successful in their careers and belonged to a stratum of society in Beijing that many could not aspire to. Any child growing up in such a family would have boundless prospects.

And Chen Tonghua’s ulterior motives were largely for herself.

If Feng Jiao and her husband were to adopt Yun Yun, their relationship with Chen Tonghua would inevitably become more deeply entwined. In the future, if she wanted the couple’s help with anything in Beijing, it would be incredibly simple.

For this reason, she had always valued her relationship with Feng Jiao greatly.

The matter of Yun Yun had been brought up more than once or twice.

Seeing Feng Jiao’s hesitation, Chen Tonghua did not press on, but gave her time to consider.

She was not too worried, as she had already secretly found out that Feng Jiao could no longer conceive; it was said that they had been trying to get pregnant for a long time without success.

If Feng Jiao and her husband still wanted a child, the likelihood of adoption was very high.

Chen Tonghua had also often brought Yun Yun around in front of Feng Jiao, and the always clever Yun Yun had left some impression on her.

Jiang Zhe listened to these words, picked up her coffee, and lazily sipped it slowly, not sure what Feng Jiao really intended.

Her demeanor was nonchalant, her expression casual.

Feng Jiao finally spoke up, "Let’s talk about it later, neither he nor I have any plans to adopt a child right now."

"You both are so busy, and you hope to have a child..." Chen Tonghua touched upon Feng Jiao’s sore spot.