Yan Jun had personally experienced the consequences of doing so.
In the past, Yan Youcheng had treated Yan Qing and his mother like that. Later on, it caused Yan Qing to take revenge in his heart and almost destroyed the entire Yan family.
The facts proved that such a relentless approach would not solve the root of the problem. Instead, it would make the situation worse.
And some of the things that the elders taught and taught might not necessarily be correct.
One had to have a heart of reverence, dare to question, and choose the path that was truly suitable for oneself.
When di Qu carried the hot tea upstairs, he saw Yan Jun standing alone in front of the window with his hands behind his back, staring blankly at the dark night.
He walked over and placed the hot tea on the desk. He happened to see the ashes left in the ashtray.
He frowned slightly. He guessed that those poor ashes were one of the three paper bags?
He did not know what master had written and had the young master burn it directly... ...
However, he did not continue to be curious. After all, these were not things that he should inquire about.
After putting down the hot tea, he said, "young master, the tea is on the table. "
"..."Yan Jun did not answer or even move. He must have been thinking about something too absentmindedly... ...
Di Qu did not continue to call him. He turned around and went downstairs.
There were still many things that he needed to do at home... ...
It was not easy to be a butler. He had to personally ask about all the big and small matters.
The study room quickly returned to silence.
When Yan Jun finally came back to his senses, he turned around and realized that there was an extra cup of tea on the table.
He just spread his hands and touched it. It was already cold.
He looked at the time again. It was 11:40.
It was getting late. He casually put away the remaining two paper bags and returned to his villa.
He washed up in the bathroom in the guest room before returning to the master bedroom.
He did not turn on the lights when he went in, afraid that he would wake Xia Jinqi.
However, when he walked in under the faint moonlight outside the window, he discovered that the two children were lying in the middle of the big bed. They were sleeping soundly.
Xia Jinqi was lying on the left side of the large bed, facing the two children. She was also asleep.
At that moment, the softest part of Yan Jun's heart was touched.
He stood in front of the bed for a long time. His thin lips curled up into an arc, and his eyes were unprecedentedly gentle... ...
He walked over and pulled the blanket for Xia Jinqi. Only then did he lie down on the empty space on the right side of the large bed. That was clearly the space left for him.
After lying down lightly, he stretched out his long arm and pulled the mother and son into his embrace.
A sense of happiness came over him. He closed his eyes in satisfaction and slowly fell asleep.
He had never thought of getting married so early, nor had he thought of having children so early.
He had always put his career first. Just as he had said to Wen Qing back then, he planned to get married after he was thirty.
But now, he was very glad that he had married Xia Jinqi, and he was also very honored to be the father of these two children.
He slept through the night.
It was already late winter, and the wind was blowing again. The temperature dropped again and again.
The entire Rao city fell into the ravages of the cold wind.
However, the room of Yan Jun and Xia Jinqi had plenty of heat.
The family snuggled together, and that was the warmest place.
The next day, in the morning.
Xiao puff, this little sleepyhead, was the first to wake up.
There was nothing else. She was just hungry, so she woke up to look for food.
The signal was naturally to cry loudly, and then a warm milk bottle would be placed in front of her. She only needed to suck hard, and she would be full.
However, she rolled her big eyes and looked at her brother and mother who were sleeping next to her in a daze. The Ghost God emissary actually didn't cry, but quietly played with her sleeve.