Qiao Muyuan smiled and pushed Ji Changmu's shoulder: "Baby."

Ji Changmu smiled and shook his head. If Qiao Muyuan discovered such a thing, he would inevitably be teased by her in various ways in the future.

Qiao Muyuan saw between the lines a father's anxious and expectant look.

Qiao Muyuan read from the diary: "The little guy was born a day early, which caught people off guard. He is a boy. I have already thought of a name. He will be called Ji Changmu."

Ji Changmu did not look through those diaries anymore, but opened other drawers.

There are also some "collections" that belong exclusively to his father in the drawer, such as the certificates and transcripts he has received since childhood...

Some are originals, and many are copies.

He grew up winning prizes and being soft-handed, so he didn't care about these things and often just threw them away.

I thought they had been thrown away by the servants at home, but unexpectedly my father collected them all one by one.

My father kept copies of those important certificates separately and kept them in the bank's safe.

There are traces of his things and some of his mother's things.

Seeing these objects again, Ji Changmu felt infinite ripples in his heart, but it was more of warmth.

Over the years, he no longer knew what "warmth" felt like, let alone what "home" was, but at this moment, he actually recovered some memories, and those memories gradually pieced together their original appearance.

It turns out that once upon a time, he also had a happy and complete family.

Ji Changmu himself is not a nostalgic person. Many times, he is ruthless to the point of being cold-blooded.

But now, his heart was surging with countless ripples.

Qiao Muyuan looked at the diary. For some reason, Ji Donghuai wrote only happy things. It was rare to see him being unhappy.

I even felt very happy when I took her with me, I couldn't help but laugh out loud, and my eyes were full of smiles.

Qiao Muyuan was happy especially when she saw what happened when Ji Changmu was two or three years old.

"Chang Muxue speaks very fast, and today he was able to express complete long sentences. But today he was accidentally pinched by a crab. He cried a lot and kept slapping the crab and saying 'bad bad'."

Qiao Muyuan read aloud.

Ji Changmu stopped what he was doing and looked at Qiao Muyuan, who was leaning forward and backward with laughter. He also laughed and said, "Qiao Muyuan, is it that funny?"

"Ji Changmu, you looked very cute when you were a child." Qiao Muyuan laughed so much that her stomach hurt. She couldn't imagine Ji Changmu when she was a child.

Ji Changmu: "..."

After reading for a while, she reluctantly put down the diary.

She saw a dazzling array of small objects in the drawer, and then she realized what was hidden in the safe that belonged to Ji Donghuai.

It's a rare treasure, a treasure that belongs to Ji Donghuai.

It turns out that Ji Donghuai is such a family-oriented and nostalgic person, full of warmth, a good husband and a good father.

If it hadn't been for those things, Ji Changmu would have grown up peacefully and happily, gone to school, gotten married and had children.

Ji Changmu opened every drawer and looked at it. All his memories were touched, and his heart was filled with surging waves.

In fact, he had a vague guess.

His father didn't care about money. When he became a wealthy man in Bincheng, he just wanted to provide a stable and prosperous living environment for his mother and son.
Chapter completed!