Chapter 47 "The part you're missing, I will definitely..."

Wen Jia sat up abruptly, looking helplessly at Xu Shaoting, "What should we do?"

She kept her voice extremely low, afraid that the door to the master bedroom would be kicked open at any moment, staging a scene of breaking up the lovers.

"He already knows about you."

"No way..."

“My mother has seen you, have you forgotten?”

"I was playing one of your employees! I only stayed in your office for two minutes before leaving..."

Xu Shaoting was speechless and choked with emotion. "You're probably the only one in the entire audience who thinks you acted well."

"What do we do now?" Wen Jia wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into and end it all.

Putting the contract aside, she's now his legitimate girlfriend, so why does he still feel inexplicably uneasy, as if it's some kind of secret affair?!

Do you want to see him?

“It’s too early, I’m not prepared at all,” she shook her head desperately, grabbing his arm dramatically. “What if your father suddenly throws me a check and tells me to leave you? Do you think I should agree? If he gives me too much, I’m afraid I won’t be able to resist the temptation.”

“Your imagination can be a little more vivid.” Xu Shaoting looked at her and saw a genuine flicker of attraction in her eyes. Fearing that wealth could corrupt her, he said, “Whatever he gives you, I’ll give you double. If you don’t want to see him, stay in your room.”

Wen Jia didn't even have time to put on her slippers. She ran barefoot to the window, carefully lifted a corner of the curtain, and saw a long black car with its headlights flashing glaringly, as if it were some kind of warning. It was driving slowly, but it still had a powerful presence. It was going around the guard post and heading towards the manor.

When he turned around again, Xu Shaoting had already left the room.

At the main gate of the manor, the Rolls-Royce came to a steady stop. The driver respectfully opened the rear door, but the person inside did not get out immediately. Instead, he deliberately waited for a few seconds, making sure he was in the right place, before straightening his suit and stepping out of the car.

The housekeeper had already left the front door open, and Xu Bozheng headed straight for the living room with a clear purpose.

As soon as he stepped inside, Xu Shaoting's footsteps echoed in the spiral staircase. He was wearing a bathrobe, looking languid, and his gaze, looking down at him, didn't seem like that of someone coming to greet his father, but rather a kind of dissatisfaction at having his leisure disturbed.

Xu Bozheng looked up at him, gave a cold 'humph,' and said nothing.

To be fair, he is truly a man of great elegance. Although he is nearly sixty, he shows fewer signs of aging than his peers. Perhaps it is because he has lived with Zhao Xinglan for a long time and has mastered the art of maintaining his youthful appearance. He still looks extraordinary and eight or nine years younger than his actual age.

Of course, if Xu Shaoting hadn't been constantly irritating him, he would probably be a few years younger.

The father and son have become increasingly estranged in recent years, their relationship at one point reaching a breaking point. Whenever they meet, they can barely exchange a few words before engaging in open and covert barbs.

Xu Shaoting was his first child, and naturally he had high hopes for him, but he also became the one who gave him the most headaches.

It is precisely because of these expectations that she hopes her son can follow her instructions step by step.

Although the group had been fully handed over to Xu Shaoting, the entire Xu family remained under his control. The collateral branches of the family were eyeing it covetously, and outsiders were constantly watching closely. He wouldn't allow Xu Shaoting to make even the slightest mistake. Having been in a position of power for so long, he naturally enjoyed controlling everything about Xu Shaoting, including his marriage.

In fact, before Wen Jia appeared, Xu Shaoting did not resist his father's orders. The two were not as disrespectful to each other in their early years. What really caused the father-son relationship to deteriorate was Xu Shaoting's insistence on breaking off his engagement with Shen Zhiyun.

Firstly, his actions forced Xu Bozheng to give the Shen family an explanation. Secondly, the public would perceive marriage as a trivial matter for them, causing them to lose face. Thirdly, through this incident, Xu Bozheng truly realized that his son was no longer under his control.

Therefore, he did not immediately agree to Xu Shaoting's request to cancel the engagement. Not only that, he also demanded that the media make the marriage between the Xu and Chen families public in January of the following year, putting pressure on him and forcing him to compromise.

After this incident, the father and son were in a cold war for a whole year. Neither of them wanted to back down, and their relationship deteriorated to the point of collapse. Even Zhao Xinglan's kind words and repeated attempts to persuade them back and forth did not ease the tension at all.

Xu Bozheng was already having a headache, and recently he heard from his wife that Xu Shaoting had a new relationship. At first, he found it interesting and not a bad thing. But what he didn't expect was that Xu Shaoting would be so absurd as to accompany a female celebrity to make a scene in front of the public. Once was not enough, but it also made it to the trending searches twice. He didn't even care and let the matter escalate.

I couldn't hold back any longer. I was supposed to come and "visit" him a few days ago, but then I remembered that he was in Switzerland. It would have been better if I hadn't mentioned it, because it only made me angrier—the butler told me that the young master had flown back from Switzerland a few days ago just to meet that actress, and then hurriedly flew back the next day.

After hearing this, Xu Bozheng originally planned to send his wife to reason with him and appeal to his emotions, but unexpectedly, Zhao Xinglan turned the tables on him:

"Weren't you like this when you were young? Why can't you do it with your son?"

With his wife and son on the same side, Xu Bozheng was speechless. He was also afraid that Xu Shaoting would be blinded by lust. He had been looking forward to the end of his trip to Switzerland and couldn't wait any longer. The first thing he did after learning that Xu Shaoting had gotten off the plane was to order the driver to head to Fushan Avenue.

The father and son stood calmly in the living room with their hands behind their backs, while the son leisurely leaned against the stairs with his arms crossed.

Knowing his own son well, Xu Bozheng glanced at his lazy appearance and knew that he had come at a bad time. He knew perfectly well that his son must have just come out of some gentle embrace, which made him even more unhappy.

“Dad,” Xu Shaoting finally called out to him, “why did you suddenly come over?”

Xu Bozheng glanced around the customer area, his sharp eyes spotting a woman's handbag on the sofa. His tone was anything but pleasant, "Can't you come?"

“I can come,” Xu Shaoting instructed the servant to pour him tea.

"It's just that you always come uninvited, and it always ends badly."

Are you blaming me?

Xu Bozheng took a sip of tea with an air of superiority, his imposing presence so intimidating that even the housekeepers and servants around him dared not look at him.

"I wouldn't dare. I'm worried about your health; it's not good for you to get angry."

"Come to the study." He slammed down his teacup, looked at Xu Shaoting, and said in a tone that brooked no argument.

The study was diagonally opposite the master bedroom. Wen Jia hid in the room, pressed her ear to the door, and listened to the two footsteps approaching from afar, not daring to make a sound.

She has a hundred scenarios of being caught in the act in her mind, yet she also has a kind of fearless magnanimity.

If she really was bribed with money, she only hoped that Xu Shaoting's father's check would have a few more zeros added to the number.

Outside the door, Xu Bozheng deliberately stopped in front of the master bedroom, glancing at Xu Shaoting with a probing look. Both seemed to be gambling on whether he would break down the door.

Xu Shaoting calmly looked back at him, showing no sign of panic.

There's a turbulent undercurrent outside the door; who can know how fast a heart is beating just behind that door?

The father and son stared at each other for a long time. Seeing that he was not acting strangely, Xu Bozheng took another step.

Wen Jia listened to the footsteps inside, which started, stopped, and then started again, finally followed by the sound of the study being locked. She patted her chest to reassure herself.

In his study, Xu Bozheng looked at his collection of rare vases and paced back and forth for a few steps.

"how are things?"

Xu Shaoting leaned against the table. "Which aspect are you asking about? The company, or your health?"

They simply never mention feelings.

Xu Bozheng glanced at him sideways and said, "I think you're in very good health."

He traveled between Switzerland and China for a woman.

Hearing his sarcastic tone, Xu Shaoting, unusually, didn't retort, but simply went along with him, saying, "So-so."

If the woman in the room heard him say that, she would definitely refute him indignantly.

Just average?

"Where's the company? In previous years, they would stay in Switzerland until the end of January. Why did they come back early this year? Have they finished their business?"

"So how did you know I returned to China ahead of schedule?"

He became nonchalant and completely lost his usual uprightness.

"Stop giving me that nonsense."

"The company is doing well. Manjia has already planned to set up shop in Switzerland. We just finalized the deal a couple of days ago. I don't need to get involved in the rest; I've left it all to Yang Ruiming."

Xu Bozheng, that old fox, had already vaguely figured out the reason for his early return to China, but he never liked to make things clear. "Focus more on the company and don't let trivial matters cloud your judgment."

What does "something or nothing" mean?

"You know it yourself."

"What did Helen say to you again?" Xu Shaoting pretended to be clueless; he and Xu Bozheng were indeed alike when it came to speaking in riddles.

“Your mother didn’t say anything,” Xu Bozheng said, his words constantly revolving around his former daughter-in-law and her family, which he still felt resentful about. “But Shen Zhouwei came to see me a few days ago.”

"Is the Shen family still bothered by the engagement?"

"It's not that the Shen family can't get over it, it's that Zhiyun can't get over it."

Xu Bozheng suddenly raised his voice, his deep voice penetrating the two solid wood doors and faintly reaching Wen Jia's ears.

"If she can't get through, there's nothing I can do."

"Shen Zhiyun is such a beautiful young lady."

Xu Shaoting replied nonchalantly, "She's great. I'm not good enough for her."

damn it.

The son is playing a roundabout game with his father.

Xu Bozheng cursed a hundred times in his heart. He wanted to find out if his insistence on canceling the engagement was because of this female celebrity.

But as a father, he had a million considerations in his mind. He couldn't tell the truth that he knew about his son's relationship status, nor could he tell the truth that he was monitoring his son's movements all the time and had seen him get into a scandal with a female celebrity.

Xu Bozheng took a deep breath. Although he was still in good health in recent years, he was not as healthy as he was a few years ago. His blood pressure was not very stable, and he would easily turn red when he got anxious. Unfortunately, Xu Shaoting liked to poke at his sore spots.

Listen to your wife. Don't get angry, don't get angry, don't get angry.

He suppressed his anger, and the father and son began to subtly make each other uncomfortable again:

"You want to talk about feelings? Fine. You want freedom in relationships? Fine. But the woman's family background has to be acceptable."

"What constitutes passing the test? No one will meet your expectations except those you personally arrange."

"At the very least, we should strive to be as good as Zhiyun, and we can only be better, not worse."

"Is Shen Zhiyun really that perfect in your eyes?" Xu Shaoting finally straightened his expression. "If you want her to join the Xu family, it's simple. Just ask Xu Yancheng if he's willing. Don't hint at it anymore. I will never marry Shen Zhiyun no matter what, but it's not impossible for her to be my brother's wife."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a dull yet loud thud was heard.

The sound could be heard throughout the second floor, and the butler standing outside the study was trembling.

The solid wood desk was slapped hard, causing the thin Xuan paper on it to fly up.

"Do you even know what you're saying?! You're completely out of your mind. Why did I promise to marry you in the first place? Where do you expect me to save face?"

Xu Shaoting smiled calmly, having figured out his predicament, and said something that almost made him furious: "So it's not the Shen family who feels bad about this? It's you who feels bad about this."

"Besides, Helen should have told you already, right? I've met someone I like now," Xu Shaoting said, no longer wanting to hide it. As the person involved, he was even more open than Xu Bozheng, an outsider.

"She has already misunderstood Shen Zhiyun once, and I will not let her misunderstand again."

What's the misunderstanding?

“There was a misunderstanding that I had feelings for Shen Zhiyun,” he emphasized, “but there were none at all.”

"What do you mean by 'I won't let her misunderstand again'? Does she mean she'll go against me?" Xu Bozheng's voice was strong and penetrating.

"Literally, don't arrange this kind of marriage for me anymore. If I do, I can't guarantee I'll end up like Shen Zhiyun."

"Does she deserve your constant disagreement with me?"

"I just want to hold onto the person I like; it's not a question of whether it's worth it or not. My relationship with you is familial, while my relationship with her is romantic. You don't need to be angry about this."

Xu Bozheng breathed a sigh of relief. Although Helen had repeatedly told him not to mention the woman's identity before he came, he couldn't help but say, "I don't agree to celebrities or singers."

"reason?"

"I would not accept a woman who is active in the public eye and cannot settle down."

“She’s with me, not with you. I know better than you whether she can keep her heart set on you. Besides, don’t forget, Shen Zhiyun is also a semi-public figure.”

"Zhiyun is at least a director."

"She also studied acting abroad. Does that make her superior in your eyes just because she returned to China and became a director?"

Xu Shaoting spoke in a calm tone, as if he were merely stating a fact and had no intention of arguing with him.

Xu Bozheng pointed at his nose, furious. "Don't let her play you!"

As Xu Shaoting listened to his words, his mind wandered, and he thought of the woman hiding in the master bedroom.

That's true; she really has a knack for manipulating him.

“That depends on whether she’s willing to play.” Xu Shaoting smiled unconsciously. “Besides, if it’s something she does willingly, there’s no question of whether she’s playing or not.”

Xu Bozheng blinked hard at his appearance, stood there stunned for a few seconds, to the point of doubting whether the person in front of him was his own son.

When has his most valued eldest son ever acted so irrationally for a woman?

When Xu Shaoting was studying in England, his people would report every month, and the reports were always the same: the young master had no new romantic relationships and even ignored girls who took the initiative to throw themselves at him.

In the end, the person who tipped off the informant got tired of it, and he got tired of hearing it too, so he waved his hand and told people not to report anymore.

At that time, he thought Xu Shaoting was focused on his studies, but he did not expect that after returning to China, Xu Shaoting still had no interest in relationships, and even the arranged marriage was just a task to be completed.

So hearing about this contrast from him today, years later, only feels unbelievable.

“You’ve really lost your mind,” Xu Bozheng pointed at him again with trembling hands, finally making a small concession, but not much. “I’m fine with you dating, but it’s not appropriate to bring someone home.”

"You yourself said you should treat everyone equally, so why are you so prejudiced against a girl now? This is really unlike you."

Xu Bozheng shook his head, speechless.

He suppressed his anger, closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and without even glancing at Xu Shaoting, turned and walked towards the door.

Xu Shaoting's voice came from behind, sounding very eager at this moment, "I'll take you there."

Xu Bozheng didn't wait for him to step out and opened the study door. No one expected that the door to the master bedroom across the way would be opened at the same time.

Xu Bozheng looked at the woman opposite him who had a beautiful face, a great figure, and was dressed in professional attire.

Under his gaze, Wen Jia seemed to have been frozen in place, not daring to move an inch.

Seeing that Xu Bozheng showed no sign of leaving, she prepared to return to the villa herself. Her bathrobe was obviously not presentable, so to ensure everything went smoothly, she rummaged through her luggage and changed into her business attire. Unexpectedly, she still bumped into him.

God is truly a great screenwriter; she has only acted out such dramatic scenes, never actually experienced them.

Her heart was pounding. She looked behind Xu Bozheng and finally saw her savior. In a moment of quick thinking, she bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle to the opposite side.

"…Good evening, Chairman Xu! Um, President Wang just sent me a document, saying it's quite urgent and you must review it today, so I brought it over. It's already in your room. If there's nothing else, I'll be going now. Call me again if you need anything; I'm always here!"

"..."

"..."

She didn't dare to lift her head after she finished speaking, and hurried towards the stairs with small, quick steps.

What kind of secretary would deliver documents to a room? The moment she turned around, she realized how terrible her lying skills were, but the words were already out and couldn't be taken back, so she had no choice but to bite the bullet and keep going.

As she walked, she kept giving winks to the maid beside her, her face almost convulsing and stiff. The maid finally understood her and immediately went to meet her.

"Secretary Wen, you must be tired so late. I'll arrange for a driver to take you there."

Xu Bozheng squinted at her back. He paid no attention to the entertainment industry. Although his personal butler had told him about Xu Shaoting's scandal with a female celebrity, he hadn't specifically looked into it, so he didn't recognize Wen Jia's face.

However, with that temperament, that figure, that appearance, calling her a secretary is too much of a waste of her talent; calling her a star would be more appropriate.

Pointing it out like that would make everyone lose face, so the old fox pretended to be clueless and glanced at Xu Shaoting, "When did you start using female secretaries?"

He knew that he was always cautious and knew how to avoid suspicion. He never used female secretaries, and the servants and cooks at the manor were all male if possible. Even if he used female maids, they were all over forty-five years old.

Xu Shaoting cleared his throat and answered confidently, "Lin Youzhe is on leave for a few days; she's temporary."

Xu Bozheng glanced again at the woman's departing figure. The couple shared a telepathic connection; at this moment, he felt the same way Helen had felt in the office earlier.

"Companies should not focus too much on appearance when hiring; business skills are the priority."

"knew."

"Don't mess around with your secretary." Xu Bozheng glanced at him.

He didn't finish the second half of his sentence—

Especially since she's such a beautiful secretary.

The butler stood to the side, pursing his lips and controlling his expression. The young master and this secretary have been having affairs countless times, even allowing her to cause trouble at the villa. If you knew, wouldn't you be furious?

"knew."

Xu Shaoting nodded slightly, but his gaze inadvertently drifted to the beautiful figure standing outside the window who had just left the guard post.

Xu Bozheng seemed to have a lot of leisure time, as if he was deliberately preventing Xu Shaoting from chasing after someone. He wandered around the entire first floor and then keenly noticed that the handbag on the sofa had disappeared.

He pretended not to see it, and continued to lecture as he walked, nagging on and on. When the father and son were not arguing, Xu Shaoting was quite respectful and filial to him, and would just nod and listen.

But it went in one ear and out the other, because his mind was always on the person walking further and further away outside the window.

After seeing Xu Bozheng off, the first thing he did was grab a car key at random, hurriedly get into the driver's seat, and drive down the slope of the main road, flooring the accelerator.

Wen Jia only brought her bag with her. She took out her phone, intending to call Yu Kaiqing to pick her up, but before the call was connected, a sharp, glaring headlight shone from behind her as it approached.

The Mercedes pulled up beside her, and the man rolled down the window. "Why are you really leaving?"

Wen Jia rubbed her two pitiful arms, feeling cold. "I thought your father was going to stay at the manor today. Did he leave?"

"Let's go, you get in the car first, it's too cold outside."

She hesitated, "Maybe I should just go back to the villa today..."

Who knows if that old fox Xu Bozheng might suddenly turn back and launch a surprise attack?

Xu Shaoting wasn't about to let her go back to the villa. He barely waited for her to finish speaking before getting out of the car, taking her hand, and leading her to the passenger seat.

It was another car she had never seen before. The interior was clean and tidy, and still filled with a faint woody scent.

The warm yellow light from the car's roof lamp shone down as Xu Shaoting gazed at her profile. When she wasn't smiling, there was always a subtle air of arrogance about her long, slender neck.

He held the steering wheel with one hand and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear with the other, smiling, "Why are you so afraid of him?"

Wen Jia opened her mouth, but hesitated to speak.

What do you want to say?

She felt inexplicably guilty and avoided looking at him.

"If I said I'm not very good at getting along with older male relatives, would you believe me?"

Xu Shaoting had already turned on the turn signal and was preparing to make a U-turn, but his hands on the steering wheel paused as she spoke.

This answer was indeed a bit unexpected for him.

He thought she would truthfully reply with something like, "I'm not ready to meet your parents yet," or "It's too early, the timing isn't right," or even some other absurd, hastily made-up excuse.

But he never expected her to give such a serious answer.

Xu Shaoting remained silent for a long time, and the only sound inside the car was the beeping of the turn signals.

At first glance, these words didn't seem like much, but how come they had such a powerful impact once you truly understood them? What could possibly make a girl less comfortable interacting with male elders? He didn't dare to think about it too much.

She was so clever, answering his question so easily while subtly revealing a corner of the past.

Looking at her face, he felt as if tiny needles were pricking his most vulnerable spot, almost making him lose the strength to even press the accelerator.

This wasn't a question to ask in the car. Xu Shaoting quickly sped up. She had just walked out, stopping and starting, and hadn't taken more than a few steps when he caught up with her. The car drove back for five minutes and arrived at the main gate of the manor.

Xu Shaoting seemed reluctant to let her take a single step, and as soon as they got out of the car, he carried her back to the room in her original condition. Wen Jia was wrapped in his coat and obediently clung to him.

The master bedroom door was gently closed. He was afraid she would run away again, so he personally changed her business attire into a bathrobe, lay down in bed, and held her.

"Tell me about it, okay?" He asked gently, touching her face, wanting to know more about her.

"say what?"

"Tell me why I don't know how to get along with male elders?" He said this with difficulty because he didn't want to repeat himself and was afraid of touching a sore spot.

"If you don't want to talk about it, I won't force you."

Wen Jia stared at the crystal chandelier above, lost in thought. After a long pause, she finally spoke, “Because I’ve never really spent much time with male elders growing up.”

"Do you find it strange that I'm saying this?" She looked up at him, afraid that he would give her an answer that would disappoint her.

Even when talking about his past, he was so cautious. A surge of heartache suddenly filled him, making him feel sore. He could see the past he had never explored beneath a proud exterior. Was it alienation, fear, or something else?

"No, don't overthink it."

She continued reassuringly, “My mother has had four relationships in total,” then shook her head, “none of them were to her liking.”

“She and my biological father separated when I was very young. I have forgotten what he looks like. I look like my mother, so even if I look at my own face, I can’t remember him.”

"My only impression of him is that he was a very bad man," she said, using words she had used when she was a child.

Xu Shaoting listened attentively, "How bad?"

“He drank, gambled, and lost all the family’s money. My mother knelt in front of him with me in her arms, but he still didn’t repent.”

She seemed unwilling to mention Wen Yongli, glossing over the subject.

“My stepfather, or rather, not really my stepfather, because he and my mother were never actually married. They were together for about two or three years when my mother discovered that he had actually been married and had children before, and had had relationships with many different girls, especially underage girls.”

Wen Jia felt a surge of physical aversion upon hearing the mention of Zhang Shu.

"Now that I'm all grown up, I don't remember any of these men anymore. When I was little, I didn't like to talk, I preferred to play by myself, and I was afraid of them. I would hide whenever I saw them, let alone get along with them."

“My mother only has sisters and no brothers, so I grew up under the protection of female elders. I’m really not good at getting along with male elders. I don’t know what to do or say in front of them, and I always feel very uncomfortable.”

“When I first started filming, I didn’t even know how to play the role of a father and daughter with male actors who were a generation or two older than me. Because I had no experience with it, I always acted awkwardly. What others could do so easily, I needed to spend half a month or a month learning. I got a lot of criticism from the director on set.”

"But actually, I don't blame my mother at all. On the contrary, I support her decision and admire her courage to leave at any time."

This is the empathy that God gave her.

He listened, constructing the scenes she described in his mind, imagining a little girl who lacked love and protection.

Imagine her disorientation, her cautiousness, her bewilderment, at home, at school, at the amusement park, anywhere else.

Even just imagining it makes me feel sorry for her.

But what if the reality is even more cruel than he imagines?

"Maybe my pessimism about relationships is partly due to my relationships with these men, I don't know."

She grew up amidst conflicts, arguments, and separations, and having witnessed her mother's repeated failed relationships, she no longer had the courage to indulge in love.

She always felt that those vows and promises of eternity were like sandcastles; no matter how exquisite, they could not withstand the tides of reality.

She suddenly turned around in his arms and looked at him, "Actually, you and Shen Zhiyun are quite a good match."

Xu Shaoting's calm expression began to change slightly. "Don't joke around."

“I’m serious,” Wen Jia said with a smile, “marriages in families like yours should be about matching social status, requiring the woman’s family to be good, and not only good, but also complete, and not only complete, but also harmonious, right?”

The room was quiet for a while.

"You just heard that?"

She shook her head with a smile, "I didn't hear it, and I don't want to hear it, but that's how it's always filmed. For two people to fall in love, there will always be some obstacles between them. These obstacles are mostly due to the woman's family not being satisfied. I've acted in many plays like this, and I acted very well, I'm the best at it. If one day I really have to act in one, I..."

As Xu Shaoting listened, it felt like a sharp pain was being squeezed inside him, making it hard for him to breathe. He quickly interrupted her, not letting her continue. "I don't care," he comforted her, "but I'll make them careless too."

In the blink of an eye after saying that, he understood everything. "This is also why you don't want to see my father, isn't it?"

Wen Jia thought for two seconds. She had originally wanted to lie to him, but in the end she still nodded honestly, "Part of it."

"Actually, I never told Song Yanlin any of this when we were together, and maybe he still doesn't know about my family."

For a moment, Xu Shaoting didn't know whether he should feel sorry for her past, her clear-headedness, or for her timidity in front of Xu Bozheng.

"Thank you for letting me know."

He held her tightly, as if trying to embed her into his body, kissing her again and again, saying, "I will make it up to you."

"Make up for what?"

"I will make up for the part you are missing. I will definitely make up for it."