Chapter 282 - Power Seller
“Look, there's a photo of Xiaojie over there!” Shang Mingming suddenly gestured towards a nearby desk.
“My photo?” Shang Cijie glanced over, confirming it was indeed his picture, depicting him in his school uniform.
“Isn't this my high school photo? What's it doing here?”
Though uncertain how Mu Sifa acquired it, seeing his own image calmed Shang Cijie's anger.
What! Could it be you still have some concern for me?
“When did your father return?” Shang Cijie muttered, appearing eager to confront Mu Sifa.
“What's the matter? You want to confront your father?” Shang Mingming saw through his intentions.
“Who cares about him? I'm only worried no one will notice if he meets his end out there.”
Haha, that's not true. Deep down, I do want to see my father.
“Who's talking about dying, dear?”
Mu Sifa's voice suddenly echoed from the courtyard. Clearly breathless, he must have hurried over.
Upon hearing Mu Sifa's voice, Shang Cijie trembled visibly, realizing his unfortunate remark might have been overheard.
“Speak of the devil!”
Shang Mingming merely observed the spectacle, curious about his parents' reconciliation strategy.
“If Xiao Ming hadn't alerted me to your return to the hotel, I'd have searched for you all night. Why must you vanish whenever you're upset?”
Despite his reprimand, Mu Sifa swiftly approached and cradled Shang Cijie, fearing a recurrence of his disappearance from five years prior.
“Who's upset? Not me, right? Your antics are to blame, not my temper.”
Shang Cijie didn't resist Mu Sifa's embrace, albeit grumbling softly. He was simply relieved that Mu Sifa had returned to find him.
“Who plucked the flower and stirred the grass? His misunderstanding is not my doing. You've misjudged me.”
“Ah, misjudged? Yet you took him out to dinner? Did he also misjudge you?”
Damn, he's already taken action, yet he refuses to acknowledge it.
Mu Sifa released Shang Cijie, smiling as he gazed at him. “Do you not understand why I took him out for dinner?”
“I don't know, and I don't care to know.”
In truth, Shang Cijie recognized that Xi Yang bore a resemblance to his past self from five years ago.
“Alright, let's not make things difficult. It's my fault.”
Mu Sifa took responsibility willingly, neither fleeing nor disappointing Shang Cijie, opting for honesty.
“Regardless, I'm not your partner, so why should I be angry with you? You needn't apologize.”
After Mu Sifa apologized, Shang Cijie intentionally spoke thus.
“How can you not be my partner? Aren't you now my son's mother?”
Mu Sifa, surprisingly unperturbed by Shang Cijie's refusal to acknowledge their relationship, smiled at him.
“No, who is the mother of your son? Mingming is not mine biologically. I got him back; I wouldn't have a deceitful son.”
Shang Mingming's relationship with him soured because Shang Mingming often beat around the bush and teased him.
“Hey, hey, hey! Why are you both ganging up on me?” Shang Mingming rolled his eyes.
“Who else could I be referring to but you? You're the most mischievous. I'm innocent; how could I have a son like you?”
“That means I'm a genetic misfit, Dad! Yeah, you're a misfit Dad,” Ye Zichen pinned the blame on Mu Sifa.
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