"Xiaobao, come here. Tell Daddy, do you want to call Mommy?"
Ye Xiaobao nestled in his arms like a cautious kitten. After a long time, he nodded with red-rimmed eyes: "I want to ask... when will Mommy come back?"
Ou Mucen felt a surge of self-reproach and distress hearing this. He hugged him tightly and handed him his cell phone: "Okay, then let’s call Mommy together, shall we?"
The child agreed, his face brightening just a little.
Then the father and son sat there and dialed the phone number, only to be met with disappointment: "Hello, the number you have dialed is switched off."
Ye Xiaobao heard this and his already reddish eyes instantly filled with mist. The tears of grievance "plop" fell: "Why would Mommy switch off her phone? Does she not want me anymore?"
"Silly child, how could she not want you? She’s gone to handle a very important matter, and she’ll be back in a few days. Didn’t she leave you a note?"
Ye Xiaobao sat there, thought for a while, finally nodded, and calmed down slowly: "Alright then, we’ll wait another two days!"
He finally relented...
Ou Mucen also heaved a sigh of relief upon seeing this. He picked him up, and the father and son went straight to the sofa. They stopped working and just stayed with him.
As a father who had been absent for so many years, he really should make an effort to make up for it. Otherwise, he might well be calling himself ’uncle’ in the future.
So, the entire afternoon passed cozily in the apartment, and as night fell at Blue Mountain Villa, the overjoyed old master finally made a phone call, wanting to personally visit the apartment and see his miraculous grandson.
Ou Mucen frowned as soon as he heard this: "Dad, it’s better if you don’t come. Mom scared him enough today; I spent the whole afternoon calming him down."
The old master was immediately disappointed: "Is that so? Well then, I won’t come over. It’s all your mother’s fault. Don’t worry, I’ll reprimand her properly."
A bit of scolding might be good to prevent her from acting rashly in the future.
Just about to hang up the phone, the old man spoke up again: "By the way, there’s trouble at your brother’s house; do you want to come over?"
Ou Mucen holding the phone, paused for a moment: "What happened? Is it Ou Yuze again?"
The old master shook his head: "No, it’s your sister-in-law. She has been missing since she went out for morning tea today. We haven’t found her up to now. Your brother is nearly going mad, and that unfilial Yu Ze, who knows where he’s run off to? We can’t contact either of them, so I was thinking..."
What he meant was simple – he hoped Mucen could help look for them...
That didn’t seem likely, did it?
Ou Mucen was somewhat skeptical of such news, but since the old man had requested it, he agreed. After hanging up, he dialed a number that he hadn’t used in a very long time:
"Hello, it’s Mucen. What exactly happened over there?"
He knows to call now?
The person on the other end of the line couldn’t get over the sound of his name. Upon hearing it, he immediately cursed: "Ou Mucen, you have the nerve to call me? If it wasn’t for you, would our family have fallen apart ? Wife gone, son lost, family ruined, Ou Mucen, are you satisfied now?!!"