After being universally criticized online, he cultivates immortality and farms to lead his motherlan

Chapter 75 My Wish Cannot Be Fulfilled
Xiao Heqi took a card out of his pocket, placed it on the coffee table, pressed his finger against the card, and pushed it toward her.

"Password 720720".

Jian Ning looked down at the bank card. "Is this your thank-you gift?"

Xiao Heqi did not deny it: "I guess so."

“Then just transfer the money directly, it’s more convenient. You can’t let others use your bank card, it’s illegal.” Jian Ning sent her bank card number to Xiao Heqi via WeChat. “I’ve sent you the account number, you can transfer whenever you want.”

Anyway, she never thinks she has too much money.

Xiao Heqi couldn't help but chuckle and took the card back. "Okay, I'll have my assistant transfer it to you tomorrow."

Without asking how much money was transferred, Jian Ning got up and carefully placed the evidence of Su Shijian's collection into the drawer under the TV cabinet.

Looking back, she saw that Xiao Heqi still showed no sign of leaving, and casually asked, "Would you like to stay for lunch?"

Xiao Heqi didn't know what to do for a moment. Every year on this day, his work was reset to zero, and no one would bother him.

So, I subconsciously replied, "Okay."

Jian Ning went to the kitchen to cook, and muttered something strange.

"What's going on? Why is the childless man acting like he's had a personality change today?"

For the two of them, Jian Ning prepared three dishes: one meat dish, one vegetable dish, and one soup—a simple home-cooked meal.

She brought out the dishes and casually ordered Xiao Heqi, who was still sitting on the sofa, "Come and serve the rice."

Xiao Heqi stood up, walked over, and listened to her instructions to serve the rice.

The rice cooker is on the Western-style island counter, not far from the table.

After serving two bowls of rice, Jian Ning had finished cleaning up the kitchen. She washed her hands, sat down, picked up her chopsticks, and said, "Eat."

Xiao Heqi held the bowl and subconsciously looked around the house before finally fixing his gaze on Jian Ning across the street.

It felt like my heart was being scratched by a fuzzy feather; it was a very strange feeling.

Jian Ning noticed his gaze and said, "Why are you looking at me? There's no food on my face. You're looking at what's in the bowl when you're eating."

"Mm," Xiao Heqi responded, silently picking up his chopsticks and starting to eat.

Jian Ning is exceptionally perceptive; it would be strange if she didn't realize that something was wrong with Xiao Heqi.

While eating her delicious meal, she casually asked, "What's wrong with you today?"

Xiao Heqi said, "It's nothing."

Jian Ning replied to him, "Stop pretending!"

Xiao Heqi: "..."

He had said those words to her before, and she returned them verbatim.

Perhaps it was because he had never had anyone to confide in all these years, or perhaps it was because the way she looked at him at this moment was so gentle that he could become infatuated with her.

Xiao Heqi couldn't help but say, "Today is my birthday..."

Jian Ning was quick-witted; she smiled and wished him, "Happy birthday!"

Xiao Heqi added, "It's also the anniversary of my mother's death."

Jian Ning: "..."

Damn, why are you opening your mouth so fast?!
Her smile vanished instantly, and she offered words of comfort, as if she truly understood his grief: "Brother He, the deceased is gone, but the living live on. Please accept my condolences."

Xiao Heqi chuckled as he watched her change of expression so quickly.

Seeing that he was finally in a better mood, no longer looking like he was about to die, Jian Ning asked, "So, do you have any birthday wishes?"

Xiao Heqi said indifferently, "I haven't celebrated my birthday since my mother passed away."

Jian Ning could understand.

His birthday was also the anniversary of his mother's death, making it a truly difficult birthday.

"If you don't celebrate your birthday, then don't waste your birthday wishes. You only get one chance a year." Jian Ning picked up a piece of dried radish and cured meat with her chopsticks, put it in her mouth, chewed it with white rice, and mumbled, "I used to make three wishes every year on my birthday, but none of them came true. My grandma said I was too greedy, and that I could only make one wish a year on my birthday. Later, I only made one wish, and it really came true every year."

For example, you might find five yuan suddenly under your pillow!
When I come home from school, Barbie dolls will grow out of the closet.

I was able to eat eggs for a whole week.

All their wishes came true.

"You might fool a three-year-old with that, but my wish is impossible to fulfill." Xiao Heqi's gaze darkened, revealing a sadness that was not easily seen by outsiders.

Jian Ning glared at him: "If you don't allow it, how will God know what you want and how will He grant it to you?"

Xiao Heqi was silent for a moment, his throat bobbing as if it were a rusty hinge, before he finally managed to say smoothly, "I want to see my mother one more time."

Jian Ning saw his eyes turn red instantly.

Despite his high position and sharp tongue, she almost thought he was invincible, yet he also had such a vulnerable and emotional side.

Humans, oh humans, none of us can escape the power of love.

Family ties are the strongest, a sentiment Jian Ning deeply agrees with.

Xiao Heqi's emotions surged, seemingly beyond control. He let hot tears stream down his scarlet eyes, his deep voice trembling slightly: "I was seven when she passed away, and I'm thirty-one this year. Even though I often look at her photos, her image in my memory has long been blurred. Jian Ning, you probably don't understand this feeling. I've tried so hard to remember her, but I just can't."

"I've forgotten what my mom looks like."

"I can't even remember the tone of her voice."

Jian Ning looked at the half-eaten bowl of rice left in her own bowl, put down the bowl, picked up the tissue box next to her and handed it over.

She softened her voice: "Don't worry, God heard you. As long as you are sincere, He will grant your wish."

Even people in their thirties can become as vulnerable as children when faced with these painful memories of their loved ones.

Jian Ning understood perfectly.

She had seen her uncle cry and writhe on the ground when her grandfather passed away.

Sometimes when talking about his grandfather, my uncle would get teary-eyed and then pretend to go to the bathroom, but actually he would secretly cry.

Moreover, if a person keeps something bottled up, they can keep it bottled up for a very long time.

Once you start talking, your urge to confide in others skyrockets.

Xiao Heqi was no exception.

He wiped away his tears, his eyes and nose were red from crying, he looked extremely pitiful.

"That day, she even made me a bowl of longevity noodles herself."

“Everyone in the Xiao family thought I was born weak and would never live to adulthood, but she was the only one who hoped I would live to be a hundred years old.”

Jian Ning coaxed him gently, using the same tone she used to coax Xiaobai and the Border Collie: "So you see, you're alive and well, and you even founded Yichen Technology. You're so amazing. Your mother in heaven would be so happy to see this."

Xiao Heqi often felt that Jian Ning was talking to a three-year-old child.

He's not a child; he's not that easy to fool.

But at this moment, he was more inclined to believe that what Jian Ning said was true, and that believing it would ease the pain in his heart.

He lay low for many years, making so many efforts to destroy the Xiao family.

His mother will be happy to see this.

In the end, I still couldn't finish lunch.

Xiao Heqi went to the restroom after an emotional breakdown lasting half an hour.

I guess they've calmed down; they're staying inside and refusing to come out.

Jian Ning saw that he had been inside for almost five hours.

During this time, Jian Ning had to go upstairs to use the restroom.

She glanced at the time on her phone; it had been far too long, and it was already dark outside.

After she finished preparing dinner in the kitchen, she noticed he still hadn't come out.

I finally couldn't resist and knocked on the glass door of the bathroom.

"Brother He, are you alright?"

The glass door to the restroom opened.

Xiao Heqi returned to his former self, his face, with its superior bone structure, now bearing his signature cold expression.

He put his hands in his pockets and said, "I'm fine."

If you ignore that slight awkwardness he deliberately concealed, it really is no different from before.

(End of this chapter)