Ou Mucen finally took the child back to the apartment, and afterward, he didn’t go out for the rest of the day, choosing instead to stay at home with him.
After hearing the news, Ji Chengzhi called and asked what had happened.
Ou Mucen didn’t conceal anything and roughly explained the situation, leaving Ji Chengzhi completely astonished and speechless, "Your mom really went too far this time. It’s one thing for her to help you get rid of women you didn’t want to see, but how could she do such an excessive thing now?"
Ou Mucen furrowed his brows but said nothing...
The reason why Bai Tingfang could do such an outrageous thing was, largely, because he hadn’t restrained her interference in his private life over the years. If he had, perhaps she wouldn’t have dared to be so presumptuous.
So, he was indeed somewhat responsible for this incident.
"This won’t happen a second time, otherwise, I won’t let her off," he said.
"Mm, does your dad know about this now?"
When Ou Mucen thought of the old man at home, his gaze briefly flickered to the laptop screen where the page was full of headlines "Ou Group CEO Exposed for Having an Illegitimate Child," he said, "He probably knows by now, right?"
Ji Chengzhi, on the phone, couldn’t help but feel a bit amused by the man’s casual tone, "Big brother, he’s your son, not some object. Why are you so indifferent?"
"So what do you expect? Do you think I should take him to Blue Mountain Villa right now to acknowledge his ancestors and return to the clan?" Ou Mucen retorted.
Right, that woman hasn’t even come back yet, what’s the point in making a fuss?
After thinking for a moment, he changed the subject, "Has that woman called you? Are you really planning to just wait at home?"
What else can I do if not wait?
Ou Mucen glanced at his phone, which had no messages or calls, and suddenly felt a surge of irritability. He hung up the call and stood up, heading for the restroom.
Ye Xiaobao had been playing with his toys all the while. Seeing his dad suddenly get up to go to the restroom, the boy crawled up from the ground and went to his dad’s desk, picking up his phone.
Just then, Ou Mucen came out and saw him fiddling with his phone. He was taken aback, "Xiaobao, what are you doing?"
At that moment, the phone slipped out of the child’s hand and crashed to the floor!
"Uncle... I... I didn’t mean to... It wasn’t on purpose..." The four-year-old child, frightened by the accidental drop of the phone, immediately turned pale and squatted down to pick it up.
Ou Mucen stood there, his heart aching sharply at the sight. He walked over and squatted down in front of the boy, "It’s okay, it’s just a phone, no harm done. Don’t be afraid, Xiaobao."
He had never cared for a child before, but from the way the boy suddenly started calling him "uncle" instead of "dad," he understood that he, as a father, had not truly entered his son’s heart. The events that unfolded at the office earlier had even shaken the last bit of safety and trust the boy had in him.
That’s why he reverted to the previous term of address, calling him "uncle."
But, he had no idea that the man in front of him was his biological father!
Ou Mucen looked into those cautious eyes filled with grievance, feeling an unbearable sourness in his heart. He hugged the boy, his chubby little body snug in his arms, and then like him, he too sat cross-legged on the wooden floor.