Seeing the conflict on her face, Ji Ziming gently brought her into his arms.
“Don’t think too much of this. I’ll settle all of it.”
Despite nodding at him, Pei Ge was still hung up on Little Ji Chi’s issue.
“I’m still worried about your son.”
“I said it; I am here.”
He gently stroked her smooth hair while appeasing her.
The woman still felt uneasy even after hearing his consolation, though.
This uneasiness was affecting her mood.
It affected her so much that she had even forgotten to tell him that she had given birth to triplets for him in this hospital that year.
With her heart full of worry, she followed him back to her mother’s place to get the two kids. While in the room alone with her mother, she told her about Qiao Jingyun and Little Ji Chi’s matter.
“Mom, don’t you find it strange? I truly can’t understand it…”
Seeing how conflicted her daughter was, the older woman suddenly… had a ridiculous conjecture.
“Ge Ge, I… just thought of something.”
She frowned.
“What?” asked her daughter curiously.
However, after playing with the thought in her mind, she found it too ridiculous.
“Forget it; my thought is quite ridiculous.”
“Mom, what is this ridiculous thought?”
Alas, her daughter’s interest was already piqued. Seeing the father-child trio playing outside the window, Pei Ge could not help urging her mother.
“I… just suddenly thought of your Ping An.”
After a long pause, the older woman cautiously mentioned this taboo name.
“Mom, what do you mean?”
She looked at her mother in incomprehension, not understanding why she would say that.
“Ge Ge, I merely thought of what you’ve said—your man hasn’t touched that woman, yet she was able to bring out a child of his. Plus, she also has a child who has no blood relation to him…”
As she continued speaking, Zhang Manhua felt that her thought was actually not that ridiculous.
“All these strange events, if… if…”
She looked at her daughter and softly said, “If Ji Chi is your Ping An, then everything makes sense.”
Pei Ge felt her heart constrict at this, then pound, and accelerate.
“Then, this can explain why Ji Ziming didn’t touch Qiao Jingyun, yet she could have a son of his blood.”
These words dealt a heavy blow on her. It… was so ridiculous, so fantasy-like, yet… she wanted to believe it so much.
She fell silent for a long time. When she finally regained her senses, her voice was bitter and she softly muttered, “But mom… back then, I saw with my eyes Ping An being laid to rest…”
That’s why Little Ji Chi… how could he be Ping An…
