Yu Chiyin walked to the doorway and saw Lu Fengxuan fallen on the ground, tears in her eyes, which caused a slight change in his expression.
He subconsciously stepped around Xiaoyi, bent down, and helped her up, "Why did you fall? Did you twist your ankle? Where does it hurt?"
"Daddy, she did it on purpose," Xiaoyi said, frustrated by her failure to do better, "She fell deliberately to make you feel sorry for her, and you fell for it again!"
Xiaoyi's words reminded Yu Chiyin, and he withdrew his hand with a cold face, thinking, yes, how did I fall for this again.
"Lu Fengxuan, what game are you trying to play now?" He looked down at her.
"I fell by myself." Lu Fengxuan lifted her hand to tuck her hair behind her ear, "It doesn't hurt from the fall, Brother Ayin, you don't need to worry."
Yu Chiyin: "..." Which eye of mine did you see worrying?
Xiaoyi: "..." She actually didn't tattle to dad?
Father and son, one big and one small, wore matching faces of confusion as they both observed her intently.
Trust takes time, so Lu Fengxuan rallied her spirits and smiled, looking up at Yu Chiyin.
In the past two days, he personally took care of their daughter, and had to handle a myriad of tasks at the company during the day. Even though he always cared about cleanliness, the stubble on his chin, which he usually would've shaved, was showing, and the dark circles under his eyes were distinctly visible.
"Brother Ayin, let me stay to take care of Jiujiu. You should get some rest early tonight."
Lu Fengxuan sincerely requested, and to assure him, she added, "You can have the butler stay with us. You can go to rest with ease, I really won't do any foolish things again."
Yu Chiyin didn't immediately respond to her, but with a sharp look, he thoroughly scrutinized her for a full half minute.
His gaze made her feel uneasy.
Xiaoyi, sandwiched between the two of them, was a bit panicky, grasping his hand, his small mouth babbling non-stop like a little locomotive.
"Daddy, don't believe her. Sister ended up like this because of her. She's in cahoots with the bad people outside; they're all together!"
"It's not... Xiaoyi, mommy would never hurt your sister, believe mommy," Lu Fengxuan said hurriedly.
When she raised her head again, Yu Chiyin's expression had turned very stern, his face as if covered with a layer of transparent frost, the chill piercing.
"Brother Ayin, listen to my explanation..."
Yu Chiyin pushed away her hand emotionlessly.
Watching her frantic and flustered, he let out a cold laugh, "Are you trying the same old trick, using Jiujiu to threaten me?"
"No, I swear, I won't hurt Jiujiu ever again. I did a lot of wrong things before, but please give me one more chance, the last one, okay? I really will change, you have to believe me."
Xiaoyi crossed his arms and huffed, turning his small head to the side, yet his eyes couldn't help stealing a glance at Lu Fengxuan.
Even though she was the bad one, she had the look of about to cry on her face, making it seem as if he and daddy were bullying her, which was infuriating!
Yu Chiyin's eyes flickered, he turned to the side, his tone harsh, "Since you're feeling better, we'll go to the civil affairs office tomorrow. It's best we get the divorce over with, so you won't need to keep playing these games in front of me."
Having said that, he picked Xiaoyi up by the collar, lifted his son back into the room, and was about to close the door.
Lu Fengxuan wanted to follow, but the step she took was too big, and she pulled at the injury on her ankle, crying out in pain, "Hiss..."
Yu Chiyin's action of closing the door paused, and he cast a cold look at her.
"Brother Ayin, my foot was caught in the door just now, it hurts," Lu Fengxuan furrowed her brows and lifted her skirt slightly.
For a minor injury, Yu Chiyin was determined not to care.
However, when he glanced dismissively toward her ankle, he unexpectedly saw the purple-red bruising on her fair skin, and his pupils constricted.