Ye Muheng didn't care at all. He had guessed that the other party was working overtime when he waited for him until dark yesterday.
"It's okay, you don't need to apologize to me. You are my lover, and I can understand whatever you do."
"Thank you." Wan Ge kissed him on the cheek, then turned back to her work.
Seeing how busy she was, Ye Muheng felt a pang of heartache in his eyes. At the same time, he wondered why he didn't learn business management from his father, otherwise he could have helped her.
But now he can't do anything except draw, so I can't help him much. I can only wait obediently while he's so busy.
…
It wasn't until 9 p.m. that Wange took him home.
Ye Muheng, who had witnessed her busy day, did nothing but lie obediently beside her.
But as he closed his eyes, he seemed to remember something. He took his phone from the bedside table, dimmed it to the lowest setting, and then replied to the message his mother had sent him that morning.
His mother asked him what was wrong, why he hadn't come home all night, and other similar questions.
Ye Muheng replied: "I met her, and I plan to stay at her house for a while."
Mrs. Ye, who was just about to go to sleep, breathed a sigh of relief when she received her son's reply. She had thought that if her son hadn't replied to her today, she would have gone to find someone.
He left without his bodyguards, just like that, and we don't know what happened to him.
But her husband comforted her, saying that Xiaoheng was no longer a child and knew how to protect himself, and perhaps they should give him some space.
The reason for sending someone to protect Ye Muheng when he went out to paint was that once he was in a state of painting, he would be completely oblivious to his surroundings.
They were worried that he would be bullied or hurt, so they sent bodyguards to follow him.
But things are different now. Ye Muheng is going to find someone. When he's not painting, he's no different from a normal person, so perhaps they should worry less and give him some space.
Madam Ye could actually tell that her son had a special affection for Wan Ge. And Wan Ge never hid her feelings for her son.
So she didn't worry much about their relationship; her only concern was whether her son had been found and whether he was safe.
Upon receiving the reply and reading her son's words, Madam Ye couldn't help but smile. It's good that he's alright.
Seeing how happy his wife was, Mr. Ye knew that the child was alright, so he didn't say anything more and just took his wife back to the room to rest.
…
The next day at noon, Wan Ge went to a meeting again. Ye Muheng didn't really want to paint, so she just read a book in her office.
But at that moment, two people sneaked into the office, seemingly trying to hide.
Ye Muheng spoke up at the appropriate time: "Aunt Xiao, Uncle Chu."
When Ms. Xiao heard the voice, she immediately looked up and saw Ye Muheng sitting on the sofa with a book in his hand.
"Xiao Heng? What are you doing here?" She really liked her friend, this talented painter who only loved to paint.
The other person is incredibly talented at drawing and very good-looking. When he's not drawing, he's also exceptionally polite and well-behaved. What's more, he's now quite famous and has the ability to earn his own money.
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