In the blink of an eye, he met a pair of dark and clear eyes. The cold expression on Song Xuanhe's face paused, and his eyes were vague for a moment. Thinking that what he just said might have been heard by Xiao Yuanmu, the tips of his ears turned red a little, but his face was still as calm as ever.
He nodded calmly, as if he was not surprised by his sudden appearance, and said calmly: "You are back."
Xiao Yuanmu looked at him steadily, with a myriad of indistinguishable emotions in his eyes, churning with heat, which made Song Xuan's pupils tremble and he wanted to look away.
The second before he looked away, Xiao Yuanmu took a step forward, hugged him tightly, and rested his chin on his shoulder blade. Then, his soft and cold lips pressed against his neck, and his voice was hoarse: "I'm back."
For some reason, Xiao Yuanmu at this moment gave him an illusion of fragility and passion. Even though he knew it was most likely just an illusion, Song Xuanhe still slowly raised his hand and placed it on his head, gently rubbing it, and whispered in response: "Hmm."
Xiao Yuanmu hugged Song Xuanhe quietly, feeling his body temperature. Thinking of the nightmare three nights ago that made him unable to close his eyes, he couldn't help but hug him tighter.
"Yuan Mu..."
Mrs. Xiao stood aside. This was the first time she saw her eldest son showing such a dependent and soft look and posture, which made her forget to panic and instead fell into a state of stunned and sour emotion.
Her feelings towards Xiao Yuanmu were actually somewhat complicated. In the first few years after Xiao Yuanmu disappeared, she searched for him almost frantically. Even though she knew in her heart that the possibility of her son, who was maliciously taken away from the Xiao family by someone hiding in the dark, surviving was slim, she never gave up for a second.
Later, in order to comfort her, Xiao Lin adopted another child. The child was well-behaved and didn't talk much, but she knew that it was not her child. She could not accept that another child took up everything that her missing son should have enjoyed. So from the moment the child appeared in the house, she was very repulsive to him.
The servants were very good at reading her expressions, and the child gradually stopped appearing in front of her. However, the child's absence could not stop her from missing her own son.
All this ended until she became pregnant with Xiao Bacong.
There was a little life again, beating with her heart in her body, going through ten months together, and then crying into the world. Compared to the first time she became a mother, she had more experience. Also because of the disappearance of the first child, she paid more attention and care to the second child, and almost dared not let Xiao Bacong leave her sight.
Later, as Xiao Bacong grew up, she devoted all her efforts and emotions to him, leaving her no time to think about whether her missing eldest son was still alive, and if so, what kind of difficult and hard life he was leading. She didn't even dare to imagine it.
Later, she forcibly cleaned up all traces of her eldest son in this house. From the photo albums and videos after his birth to those small toys, she ordered people to put them all into the storage room. The traces of her eldest son's existence slowly disappeared, and her younger son grew up little by little. She slowly began to believe that she only had a little angel who was raised by her baby.
She took good care of Xiao Bacong, watching him grow from a tiny child into a tall boy. He was still as warm and filial as ever, which made her heart ache. She often thought that she would give him all the best things in the world. Even if he did not want to inherit the Xiao family, she would help him deal with the public opinion and pressure and let him live a comfortable and happy life.
But occasionally, she would be lost in thought while looking at her youngest son, imagining what her eldest son looked like at that moment, whether he was as outstanding as her youngest son, and whether he could also have no worries about food and clothing.
However, even if this thought only appeared for a moment, she would immediately dismiss it. She forced herself to forget all the memories that might cause her pain, and only hoped that their family of three could be harmonious and happy like ordinary people.
But all this was broken when he saw the young man whose face looked extremely similar to his deceased brother, and whose eyes were almost identical to his youngest son's.
She didn't need any authoritative organization to identify it, she knew that it was her child, the one her younger brother loved to hold and carry on his back before he passed away, and said to Xiao Lin with a smile that the nephew was like his uncle, and that he would definitely like him to be like his eldest son in the future.
Her eldest son is indeed very similar to his younger brother.
Almost instantly, she recalled the memories that she had deliberately buried. She remembered the scene when her brother apologized to her, to Xiao Lin, and to the missing Xiao Yuanmu before his death. Her brother took the blame for Xiao Yuanmu's disappearance because he was going to take Xiao Yuanmu to the garden to play, and when he went upstairs to get something, Xiao Yuanmu was taken away by the servant he casually called to look after him.
That incident was not only a knot in her brother's heart, but also a knot in her and Xiao Lin's heart. As Xiao Yuanmu's parents, even though they knew in their hearts that their brother could not be blamed for this incident, and no one knew that there would be people with ulterior motives among the servants of the Xiao family, the missing son made it difficult for them to smile at their brother again.
Her younger brother died with guilt, and she wanted to find her eldest son even more. She was almost crazy about it. That was the darkest time she had ever experienced.
——The darkness was not dispelled until Xiao Bacong was born.
She was really happy that Xiao Yuanmu could be found back. This was not only her long-cherished hope, but also her brother's long-cherished wish.
But Xiao Yuanmu's eyes were too cold.
He was not like the child she had imagined. Even though she tried her best to build a relationship with him, even though she tried her best to get close to him, even though she gave him everything she felt she could compensate for it, there was still no warmth in his eyes.
This is a child who is hard to warm up and has great ambitions.
Mrs. Xiao came to this conclusion when she learned that Xiao Yuanmu had ruthlessly eliminated the people she had trained for Xiao Bacong over the years in several large companies of the Xiao family.
She saw the confident and warm smile on her younger son's face fade away little by little, saw him balancing his studies while staying up late to deal with countless things in the company, saw him lose a lot of weight, his eyes were darkening, and finally when he asked her with a frustrated look on his face, "Mom, am I really not as good as my brother?", she even felt a little dissatisfied with her eldest son who was so decisive.
He owns RE, and everyone knows that he has a great talent for business. He has already made a name for himself and has already gained a place in this circle. Even Xiao Lin and most people in the Xiao family have secretly shifted the balance of succession towards him.
Why did he have so many things? Why couldn't he be more accommodating to Congcong? Why couldn't he be nicer to his brother, so that she could rest assured that even if she and Xiao Lin were not around in the future, Xiao Yuanmu, who took over the Xiao family, would be able to be friendly and supportive of Xiao Bacong.
So she found Song Xuanhe, hoping that Song Xuanhe could persuade Xiao Yuanmu and give her an answer that would reassure her.
In fact, before Song Xuanhe said those words, she never thought that there was anything wrong with what she was thinking. She was a mother, she loved her two sons, and what was wrong with hoping that they could live in harmony and help each other? Even though Xiao Bacong had been trying hard to fight for the inheritance rights before, he has given up now. Why is Xiao Yuanmu still indifferent to him? Sometimes one can even see that he is very indifferent to him.
That's his younger brother. They are the closest brothers in the world besides their parents. How can she allow their cold relationship to continue?
But Song Xuanhe's words were like a slap in the face that woke her up.
Xiao Bacong felt wronged for giving up his inheritance rights, but wasn't Xiao Yuanmu also wronged for suffering outside for more than twenty years? Xiao Bacong was the son of her and Xiao Lin, and they could fight for him openly. Xiao Yuanmu was also their son, so why did she think that it was Xiao Bacong's concession when he won the inheritance right of the Xiao family?
Compared to Xiao Yuanmu, Xiao Bocong already has so much. Why does she think Xiao Yuanmu is so ambitious?
After seeing the anger and heartache in Song Xuanhe's eyes, and seeing Xiao Yuanmu hugging Song Xuanhe with complete trust and vulnerability, she suddenly realized how ridiculous and wrong her words were.
She was more inclined towards her younger son from the bottom of her heart. Why should she ask her elder son to rely on and trust her like her younger son? There was nothing about her that was worthy of his reliance and trust.
Now, after hearing what she just said, her eldest son might not even be willing to give her the most basic trust and closeness.
But, could she give up her eldest son whom she had finally found? Could she just watch him treat her in the most unfamiliar way?
She can't! She had to find a way to explain!
"Yuan Mu..."
Madam Xiao reached out and grabbed Xiao Yuanmu's arm around Song Xuanhe's waist, and moved his head slightly away from Song Xuanhe's neck to look at her.
"Mom didn't mean anything else by saying those words. I just wanted to talk to Mr. Song. I don't know how I ended up saying that. I just hope that you and your brother get along well..."
Under the gaze of this pair of calm and clear eyes, Mrs. Xiao's voice gradually weakened.
"I know, mother." Xiao Yuanmu's chin left Song Xuanhe's shoulder, but his hands were still tightly around his waist. In an extremely dependent and possessive posture, he said to his mother: "I know what you want to say. You don't have to apologize. I won't misunderstand you because of this. It's just that I have something else to do now. Can I visit you another day?"
The tone in which Xiao Yuanmu spoke to her was no different from usual, making Mrs. Xiao wonder whether Xiao Yuanmu really didn't mind what she had just said, or whether he had never really taken her to heart from the beginning to the end and that was why he didn't care at all.
But she couldn't find the answer to her question from her eldest son's eyes which were so calm and seemed to be free of any disturbance.
This was the way Xiao Yuanmu was when he was with them, or even when she had seen him get along with anyone else, calm and cold, and one could never detect any emotion in his eyes.
The only exception is the young man he is holding in front of him, as if only this young man can make him alive in this world.
Madam Xiao's eyes flashed with something, and she said softly, "Okay, Mom will go back first. I can't contact you these days. Your father and I are very worried about you. Come to us when you are done with your work, okay?"
Xiao Yuanmu replied with an "OK", and Madam Xiao left quietly.
The next second after the sound of the door closing, Xiao Yuanmu found Song Xuanhe's lips. The cold but soft lips covered his warm lips, with an impatient, fierce and strong breath that was simply irresistible.
Song Xuanhe didn't want to resist either. He responded to Xiao Yuanmu's kiss passionately, and stroked his back gently, as if to comfort or tease him. Xiao Yuanmu paused in his siege and then became even more reckless.
The temperature in the room gradually rose. Unknowingly, the two had walked from the living room to the room, and then fell from the door to the bed. At this time, Song Xuanhe's shirt had been thrown somewhere, and Xiao Yuanmu's evil hands were on his white chest. His belt had been unbuckled, revealing the pants underneath.
Xiao Yuanmu's situation was similar. His coat had long disappeared, and the T-shirt underneath had been torn by Song Xuanhe, with several pieces hanging on his body. Song Xuanhe's hands were unbuckling his belt.
The two of them hugged each other eagerly. Apart from the conversation when they entered the room, they didn't say a word more. However, for the first time, they understood each other's thoughts and knew what the other wanted to express. For the first time, they both wanted to rub each other into their bones and blood.
Everything became logical...
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