Zhong Yinghong had expected Xu Guanshan to be furious, but she hadn't expected him to be this furious. His expression and body language showed he was utterly furious. Zhong Yinghong had never seen him like this before.
Should we call Xu Yanfeng over now? Zhong Yinghong hesitated. Xu Guanshan was furious, and if Xu Yanfeng came over at this time, he would definitely be scolded.
The relationship between father and son was already precarious, and if they added fuel to the fire, Zhong Yinghong couldn't imagine the consequences.
"What are you still standing there for?!" Xu Guanshan yelled at Zhong Yinghong, "If I don't want you to hit me, I'll do it myself."
Zhong Yinghong gritted her teeth and advised him, "Dinner is ready, let's eat first. It's so late now, we can talk about it tomorrow."
Xu Guanshan frowned and glared: "Do you think I can still eat?"
He stopped talking nonsense with Zhong Yinghong and picked up the phone on the table.
Seeing this, Zhong Yinghong quickly held down his hand and followed his wishes: "I'll do the beating, I'll do the beating, calm down, don't let your anger get you in trouble."
Zhong Yinghong avoided Xu Guanshan and walked outside the study to call Xu Yanfeng.
The ringtone lasted for a few seconds before it was connected. Xu Yanfeng said in a gentle voice, "Mom? Do you have any other questions?"
Zhong Yinghong leaned slightly to the side, glanced at the study door, and confirmed that Xu Guanshan hadn't come out. She covered her phone and whispered, "Your dad just found out about those things online. He's so angry that he insisted I call you right now and ask you to come back."
Xu Yanfeng was silent for a moment, then said calmly, "I understand."
"and you……"
"I'll be right back."
"Your dad has that kind of temper. When you get back, talk to him nicely and be nice. Don't confront him head-on," Zhong Yinghong said. "Maybe it was too sudden and he can't accept it. He'll understand over time."
It was hard for her to digest at first, but now she's come to terms with it. Xu Guanshan is more stubborn, so it will take longer.
Xu Yanfeng felt that his mother still thought too simply of Xu Guanshan. How could that man possibly soften? No matter how long time passed, he would not change, like an ancient stubborn stone.
He had no intention of gaining Xu Guanshan's approval and support, but he agreed to go back because he didn't want to put his mother in a difficult position.
After the mother and son finished their phone call, Zhong Yinghong returned to the study. Seeing Xu Guanshan still looking furious, she sighed and said, "I've already told my son he'll be here soon. Don't just sit here and do nothing. Come with me for dinner."
Zhong Yinghong coaxed and dragged Xu Guanshan to sit in the restaurant and asked the nanny to serve the dishes.
She first poured a bowl of soup and placed it in front of him. Before Xu Yanfeng arrived, she tried to ease the tense atmosphere: "The child has grown up and has his own ideas. He is a person, not an object. You have to learn to trust him and let him live the life he wants."
It would have been fine if he hadn't tried to persuade her. The more he tried to persuade her, the angrier Xu Guanshan became. He couldn't even drink a sip of his soup. He stared at Zhong Yinghong with anger in his eyes, "Does he want a life that's entangled with a woman like that and become enemies with the Ling family, with whom he's always been friendly?"
Zhong Yinghong was confused: "What does this have to do with the Ling family? Isn't it normal for Ling Yan to apologize after doing something wrong?"
Xu Guanshan chuckled briefly, laughing at her naiveté. "Do you think the scandal between the Ling family and Ling Xunzhang just popped up out of thin air? Do you think that girl from the Ling family would apologize out of guilt? That was all the work of your good son! He used the safety of the entire Ling family to force the Ling family to push Ling Yan out to apologize. He's truly accomplished."
Zhong Yinghong was choked. She really didn't connect the Ling family's crisis with this incident...
Xu Guanshan picked up the chopsticks, glanced at the food on the table, and was in no mood to eat, so he slammed the chopsticks on the table.
Of my two sons, one lives abroad and only comes back a few times a year, while the other seems calm and composed, but his actions are more challenging than ever. Neither of them is worry-free.
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Xu Yanfeng poured a glass of water, drank it slowly, and went to the room to put on his coat.
Xia Xi was curled up on the sofa, holding her computer, the air conditioner blasting cold air. A blanket covered her legs, her brows slightly furrowed, a look of deep thought. Xu Yanfeng didn't want to disturb her at this time, but he had to let her know before he left.
After waiting for a while, Xia Xi noticed his gaze and looked away from the computer screen. Seeing that he was dressed neatly, she couldn't help but be curious: "Are you going out?"
Xu Yanfeng walked behind her, put his hands on her shoulders and squeezed them: "My dad wants to talk to me about something, so I have to go home. Go to bed when you're done, I'll try to come back early."
Xia Xi immediately withdrew all his attention from work.
His dad?
Oh, it’s Xu Guanshan.
Xia Xi asked sympathetically, "Does your father hit people?"
Xu Yanfeng: "I don't know, I haven't seen him do anything."
Xia Xi tilted her neck back and looked up at him: "Then be careful and pay attention to safety on the road."
Xu Yanfeng bent down, kissed her on the lips upside down, then reminded her to "go to bed early" and walked out of the room.
Without asking the driver to come over, Xu Yanfeng drove back himself.
The atmosphere in the house was suffocating, as if all the oxygen had been drained out, and the servants had all gone elsewhere.
Xu Yanfeng put down the car keys and greeted Zhong Yinghong first: "Mom."
"Are you back?"
Zhong Yinghong forced a bitter smile at him. She tried to persuade Xu Guanshan for a long time, but it was of no use. He still had a stern face and didn't touch a single bite of the food on the table. This made her unable to eat either, so she only drank some soup.
Xu Yanfeng looked past Zhong Yinghong and back. Xu Guanshan was sitting quietly in a chair, smoking, a few cigarette butts stuck in the ashtray in front of him. He walked over slowly, lowering his head slightly: "Dad."
Xu Guanshan didn't respond, and a low pressure atmosphere hit him.
Zhong Yinghong didn't dare leave in this situation. She patted her son's arm and said in a low voice, "Your dad was so angry that he didn't even eat."
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