#Jing Circle Crown Prince Obsessed with National Sweetheart# Hot
#True Face of Jing Circle Crown Prince Exposed# Hot
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As Jiang Yuchi lounged on a recliner on the balcony of her villa in Country H, scrolling through Weibo out of sheer boredom, she let out a startle upon seeing these trending topics dominating the charts.
Wait, how could her husband, Yujie, who had been dead for six years, still be capable of being obsessed with a national sweetheart from the underworld?
She clicked into the tags, only to realize the "Jing Circle Crown Prince" title had changed hands; it was no longer her late husband.
Hold on, what was the new crown prince’s name again?
The top trending topic, #Jing Circle Crown Prince Obsessed with National Sweetheart#, featured a photo of two adorable, doll-like children. A handsome little young master was holding hands with a cool-looking girl sporting a wolf-cut hairstyle. The two were pressed close together in a warm and cute display of affection.
Jiang Yuchi recognized the girl instantly. She was Xu Zhen, the hottest child star of the past two years. When Xu Zhen was just six, she had gone viral after a video surfaced of her brilliantly arguing with a man who cut in line at a supermarket, leaving the man in his thirties completely speechless and mortified.
After the footage was uploaded online, she was dubbed "my voice of reason" and a "child prodigy" by countless netizens. Xu Zhen skyrocketed to fame, landing endless film roles and commercial endorsements, becoming a household name. Calling her a "national sweetheart" was entirely accurate.
As for the eight-year-old Jing Circle Crown Prince "obsessed" with the national sweetheart, Jiang Yuchi squinted to get a better look.
Then, she let out a piercing shriek.
Good heavens, that was none other than her and Yujie’s cheapskate son, six-year-old Yu Buqi!
Back then, Yujie had been twenty-seven and still as pure as driven snow, having never dated anyone. Who would have thought their son would be so much more precocious than his father, already making headlines for a scandal at the tender age of six!
Jiang Yuchi leapt from her recliner. Steve, the butler, appeared beside her as silently as a ghost.
"Book me a flight back to the country for tomorrow."
Steve offered a faint, elegant bow and said, "Considering the time required for helicopter flight permits, I have already chartered a private jet for your return tomorrow, effective ten minutes ago when the young master started trending. Your luggage has also been packed."
A terrifyingly prescient butler! Jiang Yuchi glanced at Steve, wanting to say something but stopping herself.
Steve produced a stack of documents from out of nowhere with a composed air and spoke in a gentle voice: "Although the cultivation of the Keljus Rose is nearing its end, the reports from the base indicate that the final selection of the finished plants will require about another year. You may return home to handle your family affairs with peace of mind."
At the mention of the Keljus Rose, Jiang Yuchi’s mood dipped, and she turned her gaze outward.
Across the vast fields, countless roses of various shades were planted, mostly in hues of pink and purple, looking like a smear of sunset light scattered across the earth.
Leaning against the balcony railing, Jiang Yuchi recalled a conversation from years ago.
"There’s no such thing as a naturally growing pink-purple gradient Keljus Rose in this world. Those people on social media are awful, using Photoshop to deceive everyone! They even made up stories and floral meanings, causing me to lose face in public."
"Yuchi, it doesn’t matter. As long as it’s something you want, it will exist."
Yujie, the eldest son of the Yu Family in the Capital, died in a plane crash six years ago. At first, even his wife, Jiang Yuchi, didn't know why he had boarded that flight to Country H for no reason.
It wasn't until a postpartum-depressed Jiang Yuchi traveled to the foreign land herself—to the rose cultivation base locals called "Keljus Town"—that she found the truth.
The floral meaning of the Keljus Rose: An awakened dream, an undying love.
The base, built rapidly with unlimited funding, gathered the world’s best rose cultivation experts. Their goal was singular: to cultivate the pink-purple gradient Keljus Rose for Mr. Yu’s wife, Jiang Yuchi.
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When the plane landed in the Capital, a wave of trepidation washed over Jiang Yuchi.
Six years ago, when she received the news of Yujie’s death, she had fainted on the spot. Upon waking, she was told she was pregnant.
She had passed through a agonizing pregnancy like a walking corpse, and after giving birth to her son, Yu Buqi, and daughter, Yu Buying, she suffered from severe postpartum depression. Eventually, she chose to leave without a word, dumping the two children on Yujie’s younger brother, Yu Qinghuai, and heading alone to the Country H she had failed to reach with Yujie.
Day after day, accompanied by the endless fields of roses, the pain in Jiang Yuchi’s heart gradually faded. Plus, with Yu Qinghuai sending her regular photos of the two children over the years, she finally decided to return.
However, over these six years, she had basically not participated in their growth, not even interacting intimately with them through a screen. What would they think of her as a mommy? Would they even be willing to acknowledge her?
With such restless thoughts, Jiang Yuchi saw Yu Qinghuai and the two children waiting for her at the end of the VIP exit.
As the four met, the atmosphere was incredibly awkward. Seeing the children, Jiang Yuchi’s eyes reddened. She half-knelt and said in a strained voice, "Buqi, Buying, hello. I am your mommy, Jiang Yuchi."
The two children kept their faces taut, refusing to respond. Yu Buqi even turned his head away and snorted.
Jiang Yuchi stood up, feeling a chill run through her body. In a panic, her eyes instinctively sought help from Yu Qinghuai.
"Alright, we can talk about this once we get home," Yu Qinghuai said, breaking the tension as he led the three of them out of the airport.
He looked very different from six years ago; he radiated a mature, easygoing aura, and his once-cold features looked much softer.
Yu Qinghuai took the front passenger seat, leaving the back for Jiang Yuchi to bond with the children. Jiang Yuchi sat by the window with Yu Buqi, and the little princess, Yu Buying, sat in the middle.
At first, Jiang Yuchi tried to say something to them—anything at all—but both Yu Buqi and Yu Buying kept their faces stiff, refusing to look at her, their expressions as cold as frost.
Defeated, she turned her gaze toward the passing streetlights outside, feeling empty inside.
*Jiang Yuchi, you deserve this. You missed six years of their childhood; what right do you have to expect them to give you a warm welcome?*
Suddenly, a low, muffled sob broke the silence in the car. Jiang Yuchi turned in surprise, and before she could process what was happening, a small, pink-cheeked ball threw itself into her arms.
Her daughter, Yu Buying, who had refused to look at her just moments ago, was now crying like a little mess. The girl, in the middle of losing her baby teeth, spoke in a muddled voice: "Mommy, why didn't you hug me!"
It took a moment for Jiang Yuchi’s brain to translate the sentence. A warm surge flooded her heart. She reached out to pull the child into a tight hug, but her hand was grabbed by Yu Buqi.
The little young master looked absolutely furious. He lunged over, trying to pull Yu Buying away from Jiang Yuchi, shouting, "Yu Buying! You have no backbone! Didn’t we agree to make her realize the consequences of abandoning us? At least, at least we were supposed to wait until we got home!"
Yu Buying wiggled and moved to the left, forcing Jiang Yuchi to sit in the middle. Once settled, she wrapped her short arms around Jiang Yuchi’s waist, hiding at her side and shouting back at her brother: "Brother is a dummy! I want to cuddle with Mommy."
Yu Buqi’s delicate face turned bright red. Seeing Jiang Yuchi reach out with her left hand to wrap around the "traitor," Yu Buying, the corners of his eyes turned red as if he were about to cry himself.