Xi Xi's eyes held a complex gaze.
It was a lie, how could his palm be scratched for no reason.
He slid off the chair and ran to Mr. He.
"Uncle He, tell me the truth, how did you injure your hand? Was it someone else?"
Mr. He pursed his lips and said, "What nonsense are you thinking? How could anyone hurt me? Besides, I was fine when I came back."
Xi Xi stared at him stubbornly.
Mr. He tightened his palm and said gently, "You are an intelligent child. You can tell if I'm lying or not at a glance. I really did it myself, no one has hurt me."
Xi Xi was half-believing, "Really?"
"Of course it's true."
Xi Xi glanced at his palm. He had wanted to pester him to remove the bandage and see the wound, but now it was no longer necessary.
Because he had already guessed.
Mr. He's identity was extraordinary. When he went out, he naturally had bodyguards and assistants following him. It was difficult for others to injure him easily, especially in a place like his palm.
Unless...
It was due to excessive itching that he scratched it himself.
Xi Xi's heart felt complex for a moment, he couldn't quite describe the feeling. In short, seeing that he was clearly in discomfort, yet he hid it from him to avoid worrying him…
He felt a pang of unhappiness.
After dinner, Xi Xi dejectedly returned to his room. Mr. He looked at him with some concern, "What's wrong with him? He looks like he's in a bad mood."
The housekeeper shook his head, "The little one was quite happy before Mr. came back. Could it be..."
He glanced at Mr. He's palm.
Mr. He hid his hand behind his back. "You two, regardless of age, why are you both like worried old mothers?"
The housekeeper sighed, "Mr., it's not that I want to worry about you, but I am worried. You need to tell me clearly how you injured your hand, otherwise how can I be at ease?"
His palm was not injured when he returned before, and it became like this after spending an afternoon in his room. That could only mean he did it himself.
Mr. He rubbed his forehead. He knew the housekeeper too well. When it came to matters concerning him, the housekeeper liked to get to the bottom of things.
If he didn't give an explanation today, this housekeeper would probably be relentless.
Mr. He could only answer truthfully, "My palm was extremely itchy today. I suspect I touched something allergenic and accidentally scratched it myself."
"Then why didn't you say so earlier!" The housekeeper turned to grab his phone, "I'll call the family doctor right away. Allergies are not a small matter; it can be life-threatening if it's severe."
Mr. He quickly stopped him, "It's such a small matter, there's no need to call a doctor. I'm fine now. It stopped itching after I scratched it. I think I might have accidentally touched something when I went out today. I'll be more careful in the future."
The housekeeper disagreed, "No matter what you touched, it proves there are dangerous things around you. How can you still be so calm? And those bodyguards, they are responsible for your safety, how could they protect you like this?!"
Mr. He listened to the housekeeper's nagging complaints and chuckled, "Alright, it's all in the past. I'm fine now. Housekeeper, don't bother the doctor, and don't scold them. They don't know anything about this."
"It's just that Mr. is kind-hearted!"
The housekeeper finally put his phone down. This was Mr.'s good temper and kindness.
If it were him, these incompetent people would definitely be punished, and their salaries deducted!
Mr. He chuckled, "What kindness is this? I just feel that it had nothing to do with them originally, and they shouldn't be implicated. Besides, it's not a big deal. Can't I, a grown man, endure this little pain?"
"That's not how you should say it... Mr., I just feel like you've been having a lot of bad luck recently. You keep encountering things. Is it that you're having a bad year and should go to a temple to pray?"
The housekeeper muttered.
Mr. He was terrified of the housekeeper's nagging skills, like a Tang Monk. Before the housekeeper could start his sermon, he used an excuse that he was tired and went to the bedroom.
When the housekeeper heard he was tired, he indeed stopped bothering him.
Meanwhile, Xi Xi had also returned to his room before Mr. He did. He had been eavesdropping on their conversation at the stairs earlier.
Bad luck…
He suddenly remembered Mr. He looking up at the stairs just now, which made his heart pound. Could he have been discovered?
However, he found it rather strange. Mr. He didn't seem like a foolish person. After experiencing so much, how could he not have noticed anything?
Did he really trust him that much?
Xi Xi's mood was complicated. He walked dejectedly to the bed and sat down, throwing himself onto the bed with a sigh.
He suddenly sat up and called his mom.
"Mom..."
The little guy was in a bad mood, his voice drawn out. Shen Qing Qing's heart softened, and she also felt concerned, "What's wrong? Did someone bully you?"
Xi Xi hummed, "No, Mom. I'm very conflicted right now."
"Conflicted about what?"
"I don't think this Mr. He is a bad person." Xi Xi's short fingers picked at the texture of the bedsheet, his small face buried in the pillow, his voice a little muffled. "He's actually quite good to me. He prepares food I like every day, and he doesn't ask me why I argued with you all, nor does he ask me when I plan to leave..."
He paused and mumbled,
"Even when I play pranks on him, he has never suspected me."
Hearing this, this person wasn't entirely evil, but…
Xi Xi pouted. "But he bullied you. So no matter how good he is to me, I can't really be friends with him."
Shen Qing Qing listened quietly and asked, "What kind of person do you think he is?"
"He... has a good temper."
Xi Xi thought for a long time, unable to describe this person.
He felt that using flattering words would be like betraying his mother.
Shen Qing Qing chuckled, "Do you like him?"
Xi Xi blinked and didn't speak.
"It seems you do." Shen Qing Qing knew her son too well. If he didn't like something or didn't want to do something, he would immediately object. But when he didn't object, it was almost equivalent to admitting it.
Only when his heart wasn't firm would he feel guilty and dare not admit it, but also not object because he didn't want to lie.
Xi Xi's thoughts were completely exposed. He abruptly sat up from the bed, his hair dishevelled like a small bird's nest, but he didn't care.
"Mom, are you angry?!"