"Don't be anxious, he's not that capable," Di Mingjue reassured her.
The report was clear, the drug's composition was safe, how could he possibly not know?
Jiang Ziyu pointed excitedly at the numbers, refuting him repeatedly, "No, he must have already started suspecting."
If he truly sensed something, then they couldn't leave Qianqian alone at the Di residence any longer.
"Where are you going?"
"Back."
Once Jiang Ziyu felt worried, she had to immediately stay by Qianqian's side, not leaving her for a moment.
Seeing her absentminded state, Di Mingjue quickly followed. Standing in the elevator, Jiang Ziyu fiddled with her phone back and forth.
"Hello, where is Qianqian?"
As the elevator reached the first-floor lobby, the call she held connected.
The butler at the Di residence answered the phone. After hearing her voice, he replied, "Miss is with the Old Madam."
Ensuring Qianqian was still safe, Jiang Ziyu's anxiety relaxed slightly.
Her hand, which hung naturally by her leg, was clasped. She lowered her head, her gaze tracing from her arm all the way to Di Mingjue.
Her fingers were held tightly, and his warmth gradually transferred to her palm.
"Everything is within my plan, there's no need to worry," Di Mingjue conveyed his affection deeply.
Jiang Ziyu's expression faltered slightly, and she uncomfortably withdrew her hand from his.
"You're going back too?"
"To accompany you."
Before heading downstairs, Di Mingjue had already arranged for Shen Lin to wait at the company entrance. Seeing the two of them emerge, Shen Lin jogged towards them.
The car was parked at the company entrance. The driver opened the rear door, standing by to wait for them to get in.
In silence, Jiang Ziyu returned to the Di residence with unease.
"Where is Qianqian?"
Seeing no one in the front hall, her scalp went numb. She grabbed a passing servant and questioned him sharply.
The servant's hand was held tightly by her, his arm trembling uneasily. "She, she's in the backyard."
*Clang*—a plate fell. Jiang Ziyu released the servant and ran out.
The backyard.
The Old Madam sat in the gazebo pruning her beloved flowers, while Qianqian assisted her nearby. The scene of the old and young together was very heartwarming.
Seeing Qianqian standing there safe and sound, Jiang Ziyu felt as if a great burden had been lifted, her taut nerves finally relaxing completely.
"She won't have any problems," Di Mingjue said.
No matter how bold Di Ruihe was, he wouldn't dare to act rashly. All his current plans relied on others, much like the car accident back then.
If not for everything happening so coincidentally, he might not have realized anything was unusual about the car accident.
A tear fell onto Jiang Ziyu's cheek. Di Mingjue looked at her in surprise.
"I'm scared!" Jiang Ziyu said, lowering her head. "Qianqian was poisoned at such a young age, and the culprit is right beside us. How can I not worry?"
The string in his heart was pulled once more. Di Mingjue looked at Jiang Ziyu's heartfelt worry, and he felt that even if her birth mother was present, there was only a biological connection, not necessarily love.
Di Mingjue stroked her arm, offering silent comfort.
At this moment, Qianqian, who was in front, saw them. She tugged on the Old Madam's hand, dropped the withered branch, and rushed towards them.
"Qianqian is here, don't let her be scared or worried," Di Mingjue reminded her.
Jiang Ziyu, with her back to the approaching Qianqian, straightened her appearance, her heavy mood transforming into her usual relaxed state.
"Is Qianqian happy with Grandma?" Di Mingjue pulled her onto his lap. He wrapped an arm around her, his fingers caressing her hair.
On the way, Qianqian had secretly kept a flower. As if presenting a treasure, she placed the flower in her palm and offered it to Jiang Ziyu with both hands.
Looking at the brightly blooming flower, Jiang Ziyu crouched down and showered her face with kisses.
The unsuspecting Qianqian was filled with shyness. She reached out and pulled Jiang Ziyu, then turned her head and pointed at Di Mingjue's face.