Chapter 63 Dad, I met her today.

Yu Zhu was puzzled and nodded calmly, "Oh, okay, thank you Miss Shang for the reminder."

As he spoke, he glanced at Young Master He in the car, then looked at Shang Youqing standing in front of him. Suddenly, he pulled out an invitation from his pocket and handed it to Shang Youqing, adding a word -

"Miss Shang, there's a children's violin competition tomorrow at the Feiya Theater in Wencheng. It's rare to run into someone you know in a foreign country. If you're free tomorrow, would you like to come and take a look?"

He Zhimo kept a stern face and stared straight ahead the whole time, while keeping his ears perked up to keep watch.

At this moment, it was as if he had deliberately said everything he needed to say. He didn't know whether he didn't want to hear Shang Youqing's voice anymore or was afraid of hearing Shang Youqing refuse to come to watch his game, so without waiting for Shang Youqing to answer, he immediately shouted in the car, "Uncle Yu, are you going or not?"

"Right away, right away."

Yu Zhu awkwardly smiled at Shang Youqing, fearing that the little ancestor in the car would get angry again, so he had to say goodbye to Shang Youqing and drove away.

Not long after the car drove away, He Zhimo, who had been sitting in the car with a stern face, immediately turned his head and leaned against the window, his eyes wide open, staring at the familiar and beautiful figure behind the car that was gradually moving away with resentment and discomfort, biting his lips silently.

He sat back down until he could no longer see that figure.

He Zhimo's little fingers tugged at the tiny Buddhist beads on his bracelet, maintaining his image as a devoted Buddhist who sealed his heart and locked up his love. He tried to hold it in for a long time, but finally, as if he couldn't hold it in anymore, he raised his little face and asked the person sitting in front of him angrily, "Uncle Yu, did she agree to come and watch my game?"

Yu Zhu was stunned for a moment, then turned around and said helplessly, "...Miss Shang hadn't had time to answer me at that time, but you already called me into the car, young master."

He Zhimo still pursed his lips and asked unwillingly, "What about her expression? Does she look like she's willing to come?"

Yu Zhu hesitated for a moment, "Miss Shang seems a little hesitant... I'm not sure if she will come."

He Zhimo snorted angrily, then suddenly picked up the violin bag next to the seat and said ambitiously, "Uncle Yu, the competition is tomorrow, I have to go back to practice right now!"

Yu Zhu's mouth twitched: "...Okay, young master."

It's not like I didn't go abroad to participate in a violin competition last year, but I never saw this young master so nervous then...

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The other side.

He Cong had just finished a project meeting at the North American branch and was on his way back to his villa when he received a call from Yu Zhu.

When He Cong heard Yu Zhu report to him that He Zhimo had stayed in the piano room to practice the pieces for the competition after he went back for dinner, he calmly flipped through the project proposal in his hand.

Yu Zhu reported everything he needed to report, then suddenly remembered something and said at the end, "Oh, Mr. He, when I took the young master to the dessert shop today, I ran into Miss Shang..."

He Cong's face remained handsome and indifferent, but the black pen between his slender fingers slipped off the edge of the document...

Half an hour later, the car arrived at the villa's underground garage.

He Cong walked in and asked the servants to go back to the annex to rest. He went upstairs following the sound of violin coming from the piano room.

I gently pushed open the door, and just as Yu Zhu said, the little guy was sitting upright on the piano stool, with a very beautiful violin nestled between his thin shoulders and neck, and he was practicing a piece diligently and attentively.

He Cong waited until the little guy finished playing a piece before stepping forward. He tapped the table lightly with his hand, lowered his eyes and looked at his young son and said, "Momo, it's time to rest."

Only then did He Zhimo take the violin off his shoulder and carefully put it back on the stand.

Then, he raised his little head and looked at He Cong seriously for a moment, and said in a very cold and indifferent voice: "Dad, I have something to tell you."

He Cong: "...you say."

He Zhimo slowly put the small Buddhist beads bracelet on the table back on his snow-white little hand, pretending to be indifferent and said, "Dad, I met her today."

He Zhimo did not name "her" and He Cong did not ask.

But both father and son knew about "her" tacitly.

"I had originally ignored her, but she insisted on coming after me and pestering me, talking to me. And Uncle Yu insisted on inviting her to watch my violin competition tomorrow."

When Young Master He said this, he paused, and his round, moist, dark eyes glanced downwards in a nonchalant and heartless manner, imitating an adult, and he hummed in a baby voice.

"She'd better not come to see me tomorrow. I don't want her to watch my violin competition at all!"

While He Zhimo was speaking to He Cong one sentence after another, He Cong stood there with a dull expression, and there was no emotion in his dark eyes.

It was as if he had no feelings for the "her" his youngest son was talking about, and he had no reaction from beginning to end.

After He Zhimo finished speaking, he waited for a long time, but did not receive any response from his father. He then looked up at his father in a self-conscious manner. Before he could say anything else, He Cong opened his thin lips and said, "When you're done, go back to your room and sleep."

This was obviously not the answer He Zhimo wanted to hear. The little guy snorted in dissatisfaction again. Thinking that he had to get up very early tomorrow, he had to go back to his room obediently.

The next morning.

He Zhimo got up two hours in advance. He opened his small suitcase and took out the most solemn and beautiful high-end custom-made suit.

A khaki vest is paired with a light white striped shirt, a neat black bow tie is tied around the upright collar, and a pair of shiny and expensive leather shoes are worn.

He Zhimo stood in front of the mirror and examined himself 18 times from all angles, making sure that he was impeccable and would be the most beautiful and eye-catching little prince in the entire children's orchestra today.

Only then did he put on his violin with satisfaction, held his head high and pushed open the door.

Then as soon as he went downstairs, he saw that his father was dressed more formally than him today!

He Cong sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, his hair combed meticulously, wearing a double-breasted retro cold-toned suit, the peaked lapel adorned with a light gold diamond brooch pendant chain, his tie calmly and restrainedly sunk into the collar of his shirt, and he looked handsome and noble.

Seeing He Zhimo coming down the stairs, he raised his eyes slightly and stood up calmly, "Let's go."

He Zhimo circled around him like a feather-ruffled chick, yelling, "Dad, why are you dressed like this today? I'm the one going to the violin competition!"

He Cong raised his hand, revealing a slender white wrist, straightened his collar and said calmly, "Of course it's because Daddy attaches great importance to Momo's game today."

He Zhimo clenched his fists and bit his lips angrily, "You'd better be!"

Damn dad!

She dressed herself up so beautifully! She dressed herself even more beautifully than the protagonist today!

What if Shang Youqing really comes to watch his violin competition, but ends up only looking at his father and forgets to look at him!