“Son, are you really sure? You’re precocious, and your father and I have hardly had a chance to teach you anything. But that Mu family boy is only eighteen. I can understand a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy’s admiration for strength.”
"His parents have kept him locked up at home for the past two years, and forbade him from coming to see you until he turned eighteen, all to make him give up on you."
Although it's not very useful.
"Young people are like springs; the greater the pressure, the faster they bounce back. He's only rebelling because he's being suppressed by his family. But what about later? What about in a few years? Don't forget, people's hearts are fickle."
After saying so much, Bai Chi's expression finally changed a little, but he simply relaxed and leaned back.
"Mom, no one can guarantee that feelings will remain unchanged. Before you and Dad got married, you both had relationships and had your own first love, didn't you?"
Madam Bai's eyelids twitched wildly, feeling as if all she had said was in vain.
But when I looked up, I saw my son's hand holding the teacup. It was so thin that his knuckles were clearly visible. Even though he had rested all night, he still couldn't hide the fatigue on his face, which showed that he hadn't slept well last night.
While I feel sorry for them, I am even more worried.
They're not even together yet, they've only been apart for two years, and this is already happening. What if they get together and then break up?
but……
In the end, Madam Bai could only sigh.
"The college entrance exam is over, and today is the weekend. According to past practice, Xiao Mu should go to the nearby amusement park or basketball court."
Bai Chi was slightly surprised: "Not keeping an eye on it anymore?"
Madam Bai said irritably, "What's the point of keeping an eye on things? It won't make a difference if we just keep watching for a few more days."
As he got up to leave, he paused again: "I will inform the Mu family."
This is a notification, not a discussion.
Seeing the smile in her son's eyes, Madam Bai sighed inwardly.
If the child hadn't been so young two years ago, why would they have bothered being the bad guys? Even if that kid surnamed Mu changed his mind later, they could just break his legs and lock him up at home; the outcome would be the same anyway.
Thinking this way, Madam Bai finally felt a little relieved.
Fortunately, Bai Chi was unaware of Madam Bai's thoughts. After his mother left, he sent a message in a very good mood, consisting of only two words.
"return."
Concise and to the point.
Then I put down my phone and, amidst its frantic vibrations, went upstairs to change my clothes.
The housekeeper promptly had breakfast delivered again, and this time, Bai Chi finally had an appetite and ate a little more.
Less than ten minutes later, the sound of a car stopping came from outside the yard, and a tall boy, somewhere between a teenager and a young adult, quickly appeared in front of them.
Even without the person inside opening the door, the manor's access control system, whether using facial recognition or fingerprint recognition, still retained his records from two years ago.
His gaze accurately locked onto Bai Chi, who was sitting in the sunroom drinking tea, and he strode over.
Bai Chi's manor is very large; it is nearly a kilometer from the main gate to where Bai Chi is located.
The boy's speed increased rapidly, and he seemed to appear in front of Bai Chi in the blink of an eye, pouncing on him the instant Bai Chi put down his teacup.
"A-Chi! How cruel you are! Two years, a whole two years, and you still haven't seen me!"
The familiar scent completely relaxed Bai Chi. He gently embraced the person in his arms, and faced with the accusation, he could only helplessly reply, "Where have I been?"
He goes to the school gate every day at noon, eats at the same place every week, and never misses a single business gala, even those that are not worth a second glance.
"But you don't answer my calls, you don't reply to my texts, and you never see me."
Never, not even once. From the day he could remember, he had never been separated from Achi for a single day!
This time it's been two years, a full two years!
Hot tears dripped onto his neck, as if scalding his burning heart, causing him excruciating pain.
"sorry."
He gently stroked the boy's back: "I'm sorry, Yunxiao, I promised your parents I'd give you two years to think things through, at least until you're eighteen."
Mu Yunxiao, the young master of the Mu family, was raised by him for a full fifteen years.
Seventeen years ago, when he went to the mall with his mother, he met a little baby who had just turned one year old and was still unsteady on his feet, with a delicate and beautiful appearance.
The little boy let go of his mother's hand, ran over excitedly, and hugged the nine-year-old boy tightly. That hug lasted for fifteen years.
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