How had someone who had never stepped outside the Research Lab for years met a sheltered, timid Young Miss—two people whose identities and personalities were worlds apart?
More importantly, Su Qiao had kept it so tightly hidden from him that he hadn't noticed the slightest clue beforehand.
Was Su Qiao simply too calculating and too good at pretending, or had he been too careless?
"But you don't seem very happy. Is it because I've been pushing all those things onto you, and that made you unhappy?"
Chi Jingyue had kept remembering what Su Qiao had told him last night, about how if one side keeps giving unilaterally, resentment will build up inside.
Chi Zhengze hurriedly shook his head. "No, I'm not unhappy. Really, I'm very happy."
"That's good, then."
Chi Jingyue carefully studied his expression. Seeing nothing unusual, he finally relaxed.
A trace of cold mockery flashed through Su Qiao's eyes.
Hmph. He isn't unhappy. He's just too happy.
He had won people's hearts, seized power bit by bit, and taken all the advanced technological products Chi Jingyue had developed for himself. How could he not be happy?
Host, you should have told him directly instead of speaking so indirectly. He didn't start talking until he was eight, his mind remained somewhat slow until he was ten, and then he went straight into the Research Center. He hardly interacted with people at all. If you don't explain it more clearly, he probably won't understand.
Su Qiao felt somewhat helpless.
Wasn't I afraid he wouldn't believe me last night?
After all, it was only her first time meeting him, while he and Chi Zhengze were not only biological brothers but had also lived together for two or three decades.
Chi Zhengze had always been good at pretending. If she had said