Watching Ye Ziyu return to her desk and sit down, Ye Chenhan followed closely. Lifting his buttocks, he casually sat on the edge of the desk. He touched the nameplate in front of him and said teasingly, "You've changed after going out."
"Why?"
"We used to be of one mind, but now you're classifying me as an outsider. You and Big Brother only talk about Xingxing. I'm also nominally Xingxing's uncle. I care about him and want to know about his situation, but you're hiding it from me."
Seeing him getting increasingly aggrieved, Ye Ziyu pondered whether to tell him.
Perhaps if she told him, she could also learn about Xingxing's past from him.
"Big Brother hit Xingxing yesterday."
"Who hit him? Big Brother?"
Ye Chenhan shook his head incredulously, denying, "You must be mistaken. Didn't you say he got into a fight with a classmate?"
"It was Big Brother who hit Xingxing. His arm is covered in split wounds," Ye Ziyu recounted again.
It wasn't that Ye Chenhan didn't believe her, but that he couldn't bring himself to believe it. When Ye Shaoting brought Xingxing back, he worked during the day and personally took care of Xingxing at night.
At one point, when Xingxing was sick, Ye Shaoting even canceled his work and stayed by Xingxing's side all day until he recovered. It was from this time that the Ye family saw Ye Shaoting's seriousness and began to accept Xingxing.
"Compared to you, I don't understand Big Brother well, nor do I know how he gets along with Xingxing. But seeing the wounds on Xingxing's arm, I feel very heartbroken." Ye Ziyu took out her phone.
When she was treating Xingxing's wounds, she had deliberately taken pictures with her phone, planning to ask Ye Shaoting about it when she returned to the company.
However, the photos were not needed as Ye Shaoting did not conceal his actions.
"Big Brother did this?"
"Yes, he admitted it himself."
"Then there must be a reason. You don't know how much Big Brother values Xingxing. To put it broadly, if Big Brother were the heir to Ye Corporation, then Xingxing would be the heir when Big Brother gets old. He treats Xingxing almost as his own, focusing on all aspects of his development."
Listening to Ye Chenhan's words, Ye Ziyu learned something. Compared to Yuze and the others, Xingxing was only a year older but had endured much more hardship.
Ye Ziyu put away her phone and continued, "I was just discussing with Big Brother about handing Xingxing over to me to take care of, but Big Brother refused."
"Of course. Besides work, Big Brother's life revolves around taking care of Xingxing. Let alone you, even Dad can't take Xingxing away from Big Brother," Ye Chenhan said.
She recalled an instance when Ye Shaoting had to go on a business trip, and Xingxing was too young to accompany him. Ye Qianzhi had offered to take Xingxing in and care for him for a few days. Who knew that Ye Shaoting would take Xingxing with him on the business trip?
Remembering the past, Ye Chenhan couldn't help but chuckle.
From his narration, Ye Ziyu felt for the first time the importance Ye Shaoting placed on Xingxing. He was more devoted than a biological father. She felt a bit ashamed that she had even thought of Ye Shaoting as a bad person.
"You don't need to blame yourself. After all, you also genuinely care about Xingxing. Sometimes I think, although he's an orphan, he's also fortunate to have met us."
"Yes."
While working, Ye Ziyu couldn't put aside her concern for Xingxing. During her breaks, she inquired about Xingxing's condition from the household staff. Upon learning that he had been sleeping, Ye Ziyu could no longer focus on her work.
"I'll take the work back with me. Contact me by phone if anything comes up."
"Where are you going?"
Ye Ziyu tidied her desk and packed all the unfinished documents.
"I'm going back to check on Xingxing. I heard from the staff that he's been sleeping, and I'm worried that the wound might have caused a fever."
"I'll go with you."
"You stay at the company to provide support. I can take care of Xingxing myself."
After considering it, Ye Chenhan had no choice but to give up.