The Fake Heiress's Inner Thoughts Were Heard by Her Entire Family

Jing Zeqian was worried that little Jing Yi might get hurt again in places he couldn't see.

He quickly walked over to the group of elementary school students and grabbed one of them, demanding, "What are you whispering about?"

The child, who was caught, looked scared and hurriedly said it was nothing.

Seeing this, Jing Zeyou walked over, signaling Jing Zeqian to calm down. He seemed to be overreacting.

Compared to the fierce-looking Jing Zeqian, Jing Zeyou was much gentler. He asked, "I'm Jing Yi's older brother. Would you mind telling me what you were just talking about?"

The child, who had been released, stood timidly to the side, sneaking a glance at Jing Zeyou.

Feeling slightly less intimidated, the child stammered, "...We were talking about Jing Yi's little brother."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Earlier that morning, the whole class had been gossiping about how Jing Yi's brother cried a lot and how Jing Yi always made sure not to upset him.

But they also knew Jing Zeqian, who was practically their idol—a cool and impressive high school senior!

Hearing that their idol was a crybaby, the kids couldn't accept it. Coincidentally, Jing Zeqian showed up, and they couldn't help but argue about it.

Little did they know, they’d been caught by the person they were talking about.

The child's voice was soft, but Jing Zeyou could still make out that they were discussing Jing Zeqian.

He looked up at Jing Zeqian, who seemed just as confused. Clearly, Jing Zeqian hadn't expected to be the topic of conversation.

Jing Zeyou lowered his head and asked, "What's wrong with him?" The child grew even more nervous, glancing around as if trying to figure out the best escape route.

"They said... they said Jing Yi's brother is a crybaby!" With that, the child bolted, afraid of being chased.

Jing Zeqian: Huh???? A crybaby? What the heck?!

Despite his confusion, the kid was already long gone, and there was no way to drag him back for an explanation.

Jing Zeqian crossed his arms and stood outside the classroom again.

He couldn't wrap his head around it and muttered angrily, "It must be Jing Yi. That little rascal must have told her classmates something about me!"

He, the school heartthrob and tough guy, being labeled as a 'crybaby'? How was he supposed to maintain his reputation at school? How could he continue to be the boss of those little brats?!

The thought of his classmates spreading rumors about him being a crybaby the next day made Jing Zeqian furious.

Jing Zeyou, on the other hand, had a hint of amusement in his eyes. As long as they weren't talking about Jing Yi, he was fine. He decided to focus on listening to the teacher during the parent-teacher meeting.

...

Meanwhile, little Jing Yi and Jing Zejun came running over, hand in hand.

They had been peeking through the window at Lin Ruiqing and Jing Beicheng attending the parent-teacher meeting. To be precise, Jing Yi was the one watching, while Jing Zejun couldn't refuse her request and joined her at the windowsill for a while.

As a result, Lin Ruiqing and Jing Beicheng kept glancing toward the window during the meeting.

There were two adorable little girls out there.

When they noticed the adults looking their way, Jing Yi excitedly waved at them, melting quite a few hearts.

Other parents couldn't help but think to themselves, no wonder the Jing family had made such a big deal about welcoming her back. It was their way of telling everyone in Jiangbei not to mess with their little princess.

After watching for a while, Jing Yi finally decided to leave the windowsill and go find her brothers.

As they approached, they noticed Jing Zeqian looking upset.

Jing Yi walked over, tugged at Jing Zeqian's sleeve, and looked up at him with concern. "Second Brother, are you unhappy? Who made you angry?"

Jing Zeqian glanced at her.

Who else could it be but Jing Yi? Who else had the power to upset him like this?

He crouched down, gently pinched Jing Yi's cheek, and asked sternly, "Tell me, did you say something to your classmates?"

Jing Yi tilted her head in confusion. She talked to her classmates about so many things—which one was he referring to?

Jing Zeqian sighed, exasperated, and clarified, "...Did you say anything about me crying or something like that?"

Jing Zejun, standing nearby, couldn't help but smile. It seemed the news had spread quickly.

Jing Yi suddenly understood and explained, "I didn't say you cry a lot. I just told them to give you face in public, or else you might cry."

Jing Zeqian: ...Wow, thanks for that.

Jing Yi was quick to pick up on his mood. Seeing that Jing Zeqian wasn't happy, she immediately came up with a solution.

"Second Brother, don't worry. I'll explain to my classmates tomorrow that you're not a crybaby—it's just that the wind is too strong!"

Even Jing Zeyou couldn't hold back his laughter at this point.

Jing Zeqian, annoyed, pinched Jing Yi's cheek again. "Thanks a lot!" Jing Yi, thinking she had helped, cheerfully replied, "You're welcome!"

Jing Zeqian: ...What could he do? He couldn't bring himself to scold her, so he just had to endure it!

At that moment, the parent-teacher meeting ended, and Lin Ruiqing and Jing Beicheng walked out.

"What are you all talking about?"

Jing Yi eagerly took on the task of explaining, buzzing around Lin Ruiqing like a little bee.

Even Jing Beicheng was amused, and Lin Ruiqing couldn't stop laughing.

Jing Zeqian: Great, once again, I'm the only one suffering!

He quickly picked up the chattering Jing Yi and started walking ahead.

"Just stop talking, will you?"

"Why, Second Brother? Mom and Dad are laughing so happily!"

"...Of course they are!"

"Then why can't I talk? Everyone should be happy."

"...They can be happy, but please don't use my misery as a punchline, thank you."

"I didn't! Brother, don't worry. I'll definitely explain everything to my classmates tomorrow!"

"...I'm afraid the more you explain, the more my reputation as a crybaby will grow!"

"Don't worry, Brother! I'll tell them it's because of the strong wind!"

"...I can't hear you! The wind's too loud!"

The handsome teenager carried the little girl as they bickered.

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The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over them.

They were heading home.