The doorbell rang again, and the maid went to open the door, turning to Yin Bowen and Shi Haiyan, "Madam, young master, Minister Wu is here."
Yin Bowen narrowed his eyes slightly and quickly said to his mother, "Go and inform Dad, Uncle Wu is here."
Wu Rong’s sudden visit at this ti was quite unexpected for the Yin Shiqing family.
Moreover, it was almost a collision with Su Xiaong and the others.
Even though it wouldn’t matter much even if they bumped into each other, ultimately... it was better to avoid it.
Shi Haiyan had the maid go upstairs to the study to call Yin Shiqing, and then she personally attended to Wu Rong,
"Minister Wu, please have a seat, I’ll make you so tea."
"Mrs. Yin, you’re too kind."
"It’s my duty."
Wu Rong sat on the sofa. Yin Bowen, seeing Wu Rong, imdiately adopted a more respectful attitude.
Previously, his ability to get out of various cases, including the case of Su Jifang’s death this ti, was all thanks to Wu Rong’s help.
Yin Junjie ca downstairs, still holding that milk bottle.
Seeing his son coming down, Yin Bowen quickly said, "Junjie, co, say hello to your Uncle Wu."
"Hello, Uncle Wu."
Yin Junjie nodded slightly, very politely, earning Wu Rong’s approval.
"What’s with the milk bottle in Junjie’s hand?"
"It’s for making formula for my little brother."
Yin Junjie answered honestly.
Wu Rong found it intriguing, and after Yin Junjie went into the kitchen, he asked Yin Bowen, "That child... do you plan to keep raising him like this?"
Yin Bowen shrugged,
"Huang Tingting did co to ask for him once, but Yin Junjie refused to give him up. I only have this one son, and he has already suffered enough grievances. Whatever requests he has now, as his father, I can’t refuse."
"Your son is quite different from most children... Generally, boys tend to resist having other children in the family."
Wu Rong murmured,
"After all... the closest brothers may grow up to be the greatest rivals, the biggest threats..."
"Maybe so, but this is Junjie’s own choice."
Yin Bowen casually remarked.
Wu Rong laughed, "I can tell you don’t usually interfere much with him."
"I’m not a good father and can’t educate anyone. My problems are already so big... to be honest, Uncle Wu, Junjie doesn’t resemble at all, more and more unlike ."
"Then whom does he resemble? His biological mother?"
"His biological mother?"
Yin Bowen was surprised and then laughed self-deprecatingly, "Even more unlike her..."
"Neither like the father nor the mother?"
Wu Rong couldn’t help but glance more than once towards the kitchen.
Yin Bowen also looked in the direction of the kitchen, neither like him nor Zhu Lan... who does this child resemble...
A certain person’s face flashed through Yin Bowen’s mind, causing him to furrow his brow, feeling a mix of emotions.
Yin Shiqing ca downstairs, exchanged a few pleasantries with Wu Rong, and then went upstairs to the study with him.
The study door closed.
Yin Junjie expertly prepared the formula, and the maid beside him said,
"Young Master Junjie, when you go to high school, if you board at school, who will take care of Young Master Junfan..."
"I won’t board."
Yin Junjie stated calmly, then took the prepared formula bottle and ca out of the kitchen.
Fanfan...
He had to take good care of him, ensuring he grew up well; he couldn’t trust anyone else in the family with him.
This was what their family owed to the child.
That woman, originally nad Cui Qiurong, Huang Tingting, had once demanded the child, even using sharp words to intimidate.
Grandfather never intended to return the child to Huang Tingting. Huang Tingting had once accused Grandfather of framing her for murder in front of many dia outlets.
Knowing Grandfather’s character, it’s clear he wouldn’t let Huang Tingting get her way.
But at that ti, things got very tense. Yin Junjie, holding Yin Junfan, approached Huang Tingting and seriously said,
"You only want Fanfan now because you’re lonely."
"..."
He hit the nail on the head.
"You sold Fanfan once; no matter to whom. Selling once ans there could be a second ti, so I won’t give Fanfan to you."
"But I can promise you, I’ll take good care of Fanfan, and I will never abandon him."
After saying this, Yin Junjie went back inside.
Huang Tingting was probably shocked by the determination and maturity in this child’s words, and she also realized that without Yin Shixiu, there was little hope of getting her child back.
Compared to Yin Shiqing, Huang Tingting seed to trust this twelve-year-old boy, Yin Junjie, more.
So afterwards, Huang Tingting never ca to make a fuss again.
Yin Junjie was about to go up the stairs with the bottle when Yin Bowen suddenly called out to him,
"Junjie."
"Hmm? Dad, what’s up?"
Yin Junjie paused and looked at Yin Bowen, asking.
Yin Bowen leaned back on the sofa, resting his chin on one hand, carefully examining this son of his own flesh and blood, yet increasingly unfamiliar.
Yin Junjie’s bright eyes quietly watched Yin Bowen.
This kind of expression seed to regard Yin Bowen as an entity no different from anyone else.
"How is school going lately?"
"The results of the initial assessnt exam will be out on Monday, but I think I should be fine."
At such a young age, he was already so confident, speaking without a hitch.
"That’s good."
Yin Bowen didn’t even know why he had stopped Yin Junjie.
"Dad, is there anything else?"
"Spending so much ti taking care of Junfan, will it affect your grades?"
"No."
Still no hesitation, speaking so determinedly.
"Alright, as long as you can manage well, Dad won’t say anything."
"Then I’ll go back upstairs to my room."
"Hmm."
Yin Junjie went upstairs.
Yin Bowen watched the back of the child, closed his eyes, and rubbed his temples.
----
In Yin Shiqing’s study, the curtains were drawn, allowing light in but preventing anyone outside from peeking inside.
Two large bookshelves lined the walls.
The fragrance of tea wafted from the coffee table in the middle of the study.
Wu Rong sat on the sofa, while Yin Shiqing sat opposite him...
"Brother Wu, what brings you here today?"
Wu Rong sighed and shook his head,
"What else could it be about but the trouble your son got into?"
"Wasn’t this matter already concluded? What do you an, Brother Wu?"
"It’s true it was concluded, but the problem is... I’m no longer the Director of Public Security. The Bai Family’s third son, you’re not unfamiliar with him, is known for his stubborn, unyielding nature."
"Are you talking about Bai Sidong?"
Yin Shiqing squinted his eyes and murmured, "So he has indeed set his sights on this case."
He had been wary precisely of this person, but he still ended up under his scrutiny.
"It’s true, Bai Sidong is soone who sticks to his principles. When a criminal case falls into his hands, he won’t rest until the truth is uncovered."
"But even if he has his eye on it, what can he do?"
Yin Shiqing chuckled, "Hasn’t it already been ruled as ’self-defense’? Besides, my son was indeed acting in self-defense."
"Brother Yin... if criminal cases could so easily be ruled as self-defense, I’m afraid many murderers would have escaped scot-free."
Wu Rong’s terminology made Yin Shiqing instinctively squint his eyes.
Murderer...
"Brother Wu, my son has nothing to do with murderers."
Wu Rong chuckled, "Brother Yin, you’re overthinking it. Why would I say your son is a murderer? I’m just saying that self-defense rulings require rigorous verification; knowing Bai Sidong’s nature, he’ll likely reevaluate the case."
"Wu Rong, you clearly assured before that you could handle this, and now you’re speaking so vaguely?"
"Brother, if I could help, why wouldn’t I? After all, I’m still in your debt... but..."
Wu Rong sighed,
"Your son’s troubles just keep coming, and you’re relying on that bit of leverage you have over to have clean up his ss ti and again... Brother, you don’t think that’s a free al ticket for life, do you?"
"Brother Wu, just say what you an."
"I’ll help you handle Bai Sidong, but Brother Yin, please return my leverage to ."
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