Ji Ting watched his eyes suddenly turn bloodshot. After a moment, he said slowly, "Ji Yanzhi, this may sound a little heartless, but what you need most right now is to calm down."
He had noticed that ever since Ji Yanzhi read those handwritten notes, his entire state of mind had been off.
His mother was a thorn lodged in his heart. Touch it, and it hurt; let it hurt, and he flew into a rage. Even though the truth was still unclear, his emotions had already overwhelmed his reason.
Ji Ting took his clenched fist and gently closed his fingers around it. "Listen to me. Whatever Ji Shize did to your mother back then, along with what he did to hurt me, we'll make him pay back twice over. I promise."
The warmth of his fingertips sank into Ji Yanzhi's heart, gradually melting the cold ferocity in his expression.
As his reason returned, he realized how impulsive he had just been. But he had always been too embarrassed to admit such things outright, so he could only say awkwardly, "Holding my hand while you make a promise? Are you soothing a child? Who said I wasn't calm?"
"You're so smart. If you were calm enough, how could all you think of be mistresses and other women? You would have noticed something suspicious here, just like I did."
Now that Ji Yanzhi had been thoroughly exposed, he stopped pretending. "Sometimes I really wish you could be a little less clever. At least then I could save some face."
Ji Ting paused, taking his words seriously. "Then if this happens again, I won't point it out."
Ji Yanzhi chuckled and gave him a teasing look. "If you don't say anything, who else will make me examine myself three times a day,