Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 334 Even the Substitute Loves the White Moonlight 20

Around three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was high in the sky, and the sunlight shone through the window onto Zhao Zhao's desk. Even without the air conditioning on, it felt warm.

At this moment, Zhao Zhao was still focused on dealing with the mountain of documents, and there was a crucial meeting coming up next. She was extremely busy.

Just then, the phone, which had been lying quietly on the desk, suddenly started vibrating. Zhao Zhao frowned, a hint of annoyance in her voice. After glancing at the contact name on the screen, she picked up the phone and answered, "Mother, what's wrong now?"

He listened to the voice coming from the other end of the phone and sighed helplessly.

He knew his mother was anxious about Chang Yuhuan's situation, but she called him constantly to confide in him, only to repeat the same few sentences over and over again, which really annoyed him. He couldn't help but interrupt, saying, "I'm really busy with work. Let's talk about it when I get home."

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Zhao sat quietly in his chair, trying to calm himself down. Every time he finished talking to his mother, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness. Sixty percent of his resistance to Gu Jia stemmed from his mother.

For Zhao Zhao, the role of mother is both contradictory and extremely complex. He feels sorry for everything his mother went through in the Gu family and understands her anxieties; but at the same time, he also feels disgusted by his mother's selfishness and stubbornness.

He couldn't understand why his mother wouldn't think of him when she was happy.

This conflicting feeling lingered in Zhao Zhao's heart, refusing to dissipate. Even after get off work, his mood remained unchanged.

The thought of having to face his mother again upon returning home made him want to avoid it, so he decided not to go home for the time being and instead had the driver take him directly to the hospital.

When Zhao Zhao arrived at that familiar ward, she did not see that familiar figure.

I slowly walked to the sofa and sat down, quietly gazing at the sunset outside the window, my thoughts drifting away...

This world makes him unhappy; the adult world is full of endless complexities that leave him feeling exhausted.

[Host, no one stays a child forever, and no one can maintain childlike innocence forever; growing up is inevitable.]

When Yunqi gently pushed open the door and walked in, she saw Zhaozhao sitting quietly by the window, her thin figure looking somewhat lonely.

The sound of the door opening startled the young man. He turned around, concealing the emotions in his eyes, and asked in his familiar, indifferent tone, "Are you feeling better?"

"Much better, thank you for your concern."

The boy looked remarkably like Xu Yanzhao when he was young. Whenever I looked at him, I couldn't help but think of myself when I was just as miserable.

"You're welcome, sit down."

Yun Qi always felt that the young man in front of him exuded a unique charm that made people want to get closer. Although he did not smile, he still gave people a gentle and reliable feeling.

Logically speaking, Yun Qishi shouldn't have had much interaction with Gu Jin'an's white moonlight.

However, the truth is that he was able to sit calmly next to him and even chat about many ordinary topics.

He never expected that this seemingly otherworldly young nobleman would be interested in his life.

Actually, Zhao Zhao wasn't really interested either. Knowing yourself and your enemy is the best way to complete the task.

The two chatted for a while, which improved their relationship considerably. The face that Yun Qi had initially found repulsive was now becoming more and more pleasing to the eye. However, he always felt that Xu Yanzhao was not happy.

Thinking of something, he blurted it out, "Is something on your mind? I can tell you're not happy."

Zhao Zhao was slightly surprised. Apart from Gu Jin'an, almost no one else cared about his feelings, not even his mother.

He nodded and said, "I'm not happy."

"Then... what happened?" Yun Qishi wasn't very good at talking; he was clumsy with words and could only offer dry, uninformed chatter.

However, Zhao Zhao also had this dry tone: "Family matters are indeed quite annoying."

What's going on at home?

Thinking of the Gu family, Yun Qi silently recalled the events of this time in his previous life and suddenly understood what was bothering him.