Farming in the Mountains: Max Level Jiaojiao Is Three Years Old Chapter 2031 - Extra A Brand New Life 146

Chapter 2031: Extra: A Brand New Life 146 Chapter 2031: Extra: A Brand New Life 146 “Brother…” The young girl set down her cutlery, her gaze falling. “I’m sorry…” “What are you apologizing to me for?” Zhou Ping’s smile was wry. “Don’t speak nonsense, eat quickly, we only have half an hour left.” “Okay…” Only then did the young girl resume eating, her movements slow. Zhou Ping, however, did not touch his food. He merely observed the young girl opposite him, who, with her head bowed, was steadily eating, contemplating her future path. Considering the young girl’s past and her remarkable sensibility, he genuinely desired to scold her, yet found himself unable to muster the resolve. The same sentiment echoed among the other family members. Since the young girl’s arrival, no one had ever raised their voice to her. He hadn't anticipated that this leniency wouldn't foster a sense of security; instead, it seemed to amplify her feelings of displacement, making her believe she was merely living under someone else's roof, dependent on their goodwill. After the meal concluded, the young girl resumed her flyer distribution, while Zhou Ping entered his car and headed back to the office. On his return journey, seated in the back, Zhou Ping, who seldom smoked, retrieved a cigarette from its case and lit it. Midway through the cigarette, he dialed his close friend Xue Yan. “What are you doing?” Zhou Ping inquired. Xue Yan’s voice responded, “Having dinner; the surgery this morning ran a bit late. What’s wrong?” He detected a subtle shift in Zhou Ping’s tone. “Smoking.” Xue Yan chuckled, “Encountered something vexing?” “Yes.” “It’s about your young girl at home, isn’t it?” Zhou Ping paused, surprised. “How did you know?” Xue Yan laughed knowingly. “Yao Xi and the others have mentioned that ever since the young girl joined your household, your mood has become intrinsically linked to her. My wife, Yue Bao, and I feel the same way.” Zhou Ping also let out a laugh. “Is it that apparent?” “Quite evident,” Xue Yan confirmed with a nod and a chuckle. “So, what is it?” “It’s the same persistent issue; the better we treat her, the more she perceives herself as an outsider, as if she’s relying on others for a home. It’s giving me a headache. I even feel the urge to scold her, but the moment I see her with her head bowed before me, I can’t bring myself to do it.” Xue Yan offered his perspective. “Her mother passed away when she was already old enough to form her own thoughts. Now that she’s in university, her internal world is even more complex. Perhaps if you ease up on the pressure, things might improve.” “But we want to offer her a home!” “Yet if she isn’t happy, and doesn’t feel it’s truly her home, then even offering her ten homes, what good would it do?” “That’s precisely why I’m so frustrated!” Zhou Ping asked, “So, what course of action do you suggest?” “I’ve already given you the solution: don’t push, and perhaps it will get better.” Zhou Ping’s spirits sank further. “I understand. I will try.” * Zhou Ping grasped the words, yet he misinterpreted Xue Yan’s counsel, believing that ‘not to press’ meant ceasing his frequent calls and inquiries to Mo Yaoyao. He was also apprehensive, fearful of imposing any additional burden on Mo Yaoyao. Under this mounting fear, that very night, Zhou Ping refrained from contacting Mo Yaoyao as he usually did. In the ensuing days, the pattern continued—Zhou Ping did not call Mo Yaoyao. He also reflected deeply; when Mo Yaoyao, the young girl, first came to their home, he and his family had indeed made conscious efforts. They would deliberately reach out frequently, intentionally seek out diverse conversation topics, and make a point of including her in their activities, fearful of her experiencing even the slightest sense of neglect. However, as time elapsed, the family’s approach subtly shifted. Primarily because he was consistently attentive to the young girl, they felt reassured and gradually entrusted the responsibility entirely to him. And he had grown accustomed to this role. He had become so accustomed that it was no longer a conscious effort; reaching out to Mo Yaoyao or seeking her company had transformed into a natural, essential part of his daily routine, akin to eating and drinking.