Chu Yunmu, who walked out of the villa unharmed, was still in a daze for a long time. Zhou Sijue had imprisoned him for almost two months, and then just let him go like that?

It all felt so unreal, but leaving was better than staying. Chu Yunmu faced the rising sun, took a deep breath, and thought, "What a beautiful day."

After spending some time chatting with Zhang Rou at the hospital and watching her eat and fall asleep, Chu Yunmu left the ward and, after much thought, decided to go back and check on Chu Sheng first.

He's been missing for so long, everyone probably thought he was dead.

White fences, cobblestone paths, roses, and servants quietly sweeping—everything seems unchanged.

"Young Master?" Wen Mian was somewhat surprised. He put down the kettle and walked to Chu Yunmu's side. "Why didn't you tell me beforehand? I would have sent someone to pick you up."

Wen Mian was unaware of Chu Yunmu's disappearance, assuming he had simply asked for leave to go home.

"I was on a mission and stopped by to see my father."

Chu Yunmu was stunned. Why did he mention the mission? Why did he lie to him?

"The master is in the study."

Chu Yunmu nodded, walked into the villa, but instead of going to the study, he went to his own room.

The room had changed; everything was covered with white covers, which were covered in dust, indicating that no one had been there for a long time.

Chu Yunmu sat for a while, then got up and went downstairs, intending to ask Wen Mian. Just then, she ran into Wen Mian coming out of the study to make coffee for Chu Sheng.

"Young Master? Didn't you go to the study?" Wen Mian asked, somewhat surprised and embarrassed. "After you left last time, the Master told me to cover up everything in your room to prevent it from getting dusty."

Actually, Chu Sheng had people move the things away, but they weren't finished moving them. After all, in his opinion, Chu Yunmu would never come back.

They can make room for his new child actor.

"Do you need to grind coffee? I can help you."

Chu Yunmu followed Wen Mian into the kitchen. Why did everything feel so unfamiliar this time? It was as if he had never belonged here.

Chu Yunmu and Wen Mian had nothing to talk about, and they remained silent, their cooperation quite seamless.

"Go and rest for a while, I'll take it upstairs."

Before Wen Mian could refuse, Chu Yunmu picked up her coffee and left.

The door was ajar, and Chu Sheng's voice could be heard coming from inside, as if he were on a video call with someone. Just as Chu Yunmu was about to leave, she heard a familiar name.

"What's wrong with Zhou Sijue? They practically delivered him to their doorstep, and he still managed to let him escape!"

Chu Sheng was somewhat angry. He had thought that after dealing with Chu Yunmu and Zhang Rou, he could openly bring her home. He hadn't expected Chu Yunmu to come back halfway. If Chu Yunmu saw this, who knows what he would think.

He couldn't hear what the other person was saying, but Chu Sheng was clearly even angrier.

"We need to find a way to get rid of him quickly. He always has that deadpan look on his face; he's a bad omen."

Chu Yunmu stood there stunned. So this was the kind of person Chu Sheng thought he was.

But he was the one who said that one should not show one's emotions and that one's feelings must be suppressed.

"I finally got rid of one, and now another one is showing up. I think this mother and son are deliberately trying to make things difficult for me. You think of a way to deal with Zhang Rou, and I'll find a way to send Chu Yunmu back."

Chu Yunmu gripped the cup tightly. It turned out that he and his mother were just a burden in his father's eyes, and it seemed that his mother's illness and hospitalization were also the work of him and another person.

“Son? You’re overthinking it. He’s just a pawn.” Chu Sheng pinched his brow. “If it weren’t for the fact that it wasn’t obvious before he differentiated, I wouldn’t have let him even see this world.”

"I originally thought joining the army would be useful, but who would have thought I'd be so infatuated with that kid from the Yu family that I've turned my elbow into a defensive wall."

"Alright, be careful with Zhang Rou. Chu Yunmu will make sure she's sent back safely and intact."

The study gradually fell silent. Chu Yunmu took a deep breath and was about to enter when a cup smashed behind the door.

"Damn it! Not a single one of them is easy to deal with..."

Chu Yunmu forced herself to suppress her emotions, her eyes red-rimmed, tilting her head back to prevent tears from falling.

It turns out he was just a pawn, an object that could be given away at any time. When Chu Sheng was on good terms with the Yu family, he sent him to get close to Yu Wei; when he was on good terms with the Zhou family, he sent him to Zhou Sijue.

He was nothing more than a tool for Chu Sheng in his power struggle. Now that he no longer needed to fight for him, he became a pawn, his only value being to win over others.

His safe haven was easily overturned by the storm, and his last refuge was scattered by the wind like a tower made of sand.

It seems like he's been abandoned by everyone.

"Young Master."

Wen Mian called out softly to Chu Yunmu, took the coffee, and gently patted the back of his hand, "I'll go."

Chu Yunmu was terrified of Chu Sheng. Unless Chu Sheng took the initiative, he would never approach the study.

"Why is it so cold?" Chu Sheng touched the cup, his brows furrowed. "Didn't I tell you to bring it up immediately once it was ready?"

"Something came up and I was delayed..."

"Smack!"

The coffee cup smashed straight into Wenmian's forehead, splashing scalding coffee all over his face. Wenmian just kept his head down quietly.

"What are you standing there for? Redo it!" Looking at Wen Mian's expressionless, deadpan face, Chu Sheng became even more irritated. "Have someone come and change the carpet."

They all had dead faces; no wonder the house was getting increasingly gloomy.

"I'm sorry." Chu Yunmu took a towel and wiped Wen Mian's face. "I'll go get you some burn ointment."

"Thank you for your concern, young master. I'm fine."

A flash of heartache crossed Wen Mian's eyes. Chu Yunmu rubbed his eyes. Was he seeing things? Why was Uncle Wen looking at him with such a heart-wrenching and pitying gaze?

"Go apply the medicine first, I'll go make some coffee." Chu Yunmu handed a towel to Wen Mian. "Remember to change your clothes."

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