Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The other woman was positively embarrassed by now, so after exchanging some pleasantries, she stood up and said, “It’s getting late; I have to rush back to take care of some things.”
“What happened?”
“I need to deal with a traffic accident.”
“Traffic accident?”
She nodded. “Eh! I was rear-ended by a Bentley today, so I’m not done dealing with some matters yet.”
“Are you hurt?” The man expressed a token of concern.
The woman shook her head. “Nothing much. It was a case of tailgating, and nobody was seriously injured.”
“That’s good.”
After nodding her head, she said, “I’ll be going now. You guys rest early; see you all tomorrow!”
After saying that, she stood up, picked up her handbag, and slinked away like a defeated soldier.
Mu Yazhe sent her to the door, and after she left, he turned around to see the smile fading from his wife’s face suddenly. She stood up, put the cutleries aside, left the room sans any expression, and closed the door with a loud bang.
The older son saw what happened, and with his face looking somewhat panicky and worried, he immediately chased after his mother.
The man frowned and was about to walk over when his younger son suddenly stepped forward and stopped him.
“Daddy, shouldn’t you give me an answer or an explanation?”
“Explanation?” The man was lost. “What happened?”
“Who is that woman?”
“A friend.”
“A friend?” The boy shook his head like a little adult and mented in dissatisfaction, “The word ‘friend’ is too general. An ex-girlfriend is also a friend, and so is an old flame!”
The corners of the man’s lips twitched as he furrowed his brows. “Old flame? Where did you learn that word from?”
“On TV.”
“You have to watch less TV in the future,” quipped the man. He was about to walk to the bedroom when his son blocked his way. “Stop.”
The little one was insistent.
He was rather patient, though. “What is it again?”
“Is that woman a childhood sweetheart of yours?”
His son’s keen perception startled him.
From their conversation, though, the lad had probably figured out the identity of the stranger.
He hummed in acknowledgement, not denying his son’s guess.
Youyou shrugged. “Actually, I don’t care who that woman is, nor do I want to explore the past deliberately, but! If her appearance makes mommy unhappy, shouldn’t daddy find a way to handle the situation?”
“…”
The boy snorted. “Even a fool could see that the way that woman looked at you then was different! No wonder mommy felt aggrieved. She certainly can’t stand another woman overtly showering affections on her man in front of her. Since you labeled her as a childhood friend, this should be something from the distant past. Daddy, you weren’t magnanimous; you didn’t consider mommy’s feelings at all!”
His father had no words for rebuttal.
The adult suddenly squatted and looked at his son. “Do you know that you’re behaving like a judge right now? Do you intend to stop only when you have convicted me?”
“Hmph! You’re my daddy; I don’t dare!”
He could not help pinching his son’s small nose. “Why won’t you dare? You’re clearly trying to convict your ‘dear daddy’ now, aren’t you?”
“Of course! I’m mad at you because you made mommy upset!”
“…”
He looked at the little one meaningfully.
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