Chapter 17 “Did you secretly bring your girlfriend home?”

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Wasn’t the old master of the Jing family hospitalized? Why didn’t he go to the hospital?

Jing Zhuo pointed upstairs. “Helping her move.”

“Oh…”

Aunt Wang understood. Perhaps Miss Xi had found a new place to live, and since no one was home, the gentleman was helping her move.

After all, she was Miss Henning’s good sister.

But the gentleman had never been fond of dealing with outsiders—when did he become so helpful?

“You’re back, but why did you bring so many gifts?” Aunt Wang was surprised to see the table full of gift boxes.

“Song Xi brought them, for my parents. When they return, please pass them along.”

“Oh…” Aunt Wang sighed, “Miss Xi is really polite, even after staying so long at our place, she remains so courteous.”

She gathered the gift boxes upstairs one after another and resumed her work.

Song Xi quickly packed her belongings into a large suitcase, lifting it with both hands as she headed downstairs.

Jing Zhuo saw her come out, pushed the dog aside with a raised hand, and got up to help carry the suitcase upstairs.

The 24-inch suitcase looked like a small toy in the man’s hands; he easily carried it downstairs single-handedly.

Kiki wagged her tail happily, following behind him and nearly tripping Song Xi in the process.

“Kiki, don’t block the way, go down first…”

Worried that Jing Zhuo might trip, Song Xi tried to pull the dog back, but it was too large and agile, breaking free in an instant.

With just one glance from Jing Zhuo, Kiki’s body trembled, and she stopped wagging, tucking her tail and obediently sitting downstairs.

Song Xi was surprised. “This dog really listens to you.”

“He’s usually quite playful and hard to manage, but when you glare at him, he just backs down. It’s amazing!”

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Jing Zhuo glanced at the obedient dog squatting by the door.

“He’s tough on the weak and afraid of the strong.”

Even as they passed through the living room, changed their shoes, and went out, Kiki sat there timidly, not daring to come forward.

For some reason, Song Xi felt that Jing Zhuo was truly the head of this household.

A person with such a strong aura is powerful wherever they are.

“Are you not taking your cat with you?”

Passing the small courtyard, Jing Zhuo looked up and saw the lazy tabby cat sprawled on the branches of the apricot tree.

Song Xi also looked up, calling out gently.

“Guai Guai, come down.”

The cat lazily flicked its tail, not even bothering to respond.

Such a spoiled creature!

Song Xi sighed, “...Never mind, let’s go. It has its good friends here; let it play a little longer.”

Afterward, the two left the He residence.

On the way, Song Xi sent a WeChat message to Zhang Henning, asking about grandpa’s health—she planned to visit him at the hospital.

Zhang Henning replied with a voice message: “False alarm. The old man went jogging on an empty stomach and fainted from hunger. After eating two big steamed buns, he was fine.”

Good to hear he was alright.

Relieved, Song Xi dragged her luggage to the Jiushu flat. She had no time to unpack and hurriedly carried her equipment to the company.

She had a photo shoot appointment in the afternoon and needed to arrive early.

“I’ll see you off.”

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Jing Zhuo put her suitcase into the cloakroom, took the keys, and followed her out.

“No need, I’ll just take a taxi,” Song Xi said, not wanting to trouble him.

“It’s no trouble, I’m going the same way; I’m heading to the office too.”

Hearing this, Song Xi stopped hesitating; after all, they were husband and wife and would be together for a long time.

So she got into Jing Zhuo’s car, and he drove her directly to the company’s entrance.

After getting out, Song Xi said goodbye and carried her bag into the building.

Their natural interaction truly resembled that of an ordinary married couple.

Jing Zhuo didn’t leave immediately; he waited until her figure completely disappeared inside before withdrawing his gaze.

“Buzz—”

His phone vibrated on the car console. Jing Zhuo glanced at it—it was a call from grandpa.

He reached out and swiped to answer. A strong, energetic voice came through.

“Brat, are you done with your business?”

“Why did you make me pretend to be sick so early this morning? Do you know how hard it was to fake fainting? To make it convincing, I had to eat two big steamed buns—I’m stuffed!”

Jing Zhuo replied with a calm expression, “To let you feel the warmth of family’s care.”

“You’re talking nonsense.”

The old man wasn’t convinced at all. “Playing tricks on grandpa now? Hurry up and tell me, why did you want me to fake being sick?”

“Did you secretly bring your girlfriend home?”