Yang Haoming persuaded, "As long as Aunt Shen comes over and talks to him, he’ll listen."
That was true. The only person Yu Zexiao was afraid of was his mother. In the past, as soon as Shen Lanxiao’s eyes reddened behind his back, Yu Zexiao would immediately surrender.
Yu Jingxi pursed his lips. In fact, when he came over today, he hadn’t expected to be able to bring the kid back with him. However, when he was on the plane, he saw the evening paper that included rumors about him and Jiang Xuanqi, which infuriated him so much that he couldn’t stand his son continuing to stay in this smog-filled entertainment circle any longer!
He had heard from Jian Anning earlier that there was no romance between Yu Zexiao and Jiang Xuanqi. Although he was unhappy, he did feel somewhat relieved. He suddenly had a thought and, with a sharp look in his eyes, he swept over Jian Anning before saying, "You’d better keep an eye on him from now on! If he dares to get involved with those disreputable actresses again, see if I don’t break his legs!"
I actually hope your son gets involved with those disreputable actresses so that he won’t pester me anymore! Jian Anning silently retorted in her heart, but on the surface, she still smiled and said, "I’ll do my best."
Yu Jingxi didn’t say much more and walked out. Naturally, Yang Haoming followed, and Jian Anning breathed a slight sigh of relief behind them.
After watching the two leave, she turned around and walked towards her room.
She pushed open the door, and the room had its windows open for ventilation, with a faint stream of air hitting her face. Yu Zexiao stood by the window, looking into the distance. His back was towards her, and she couldn’t tell what his mood was.
Jian Anning slowly walked over, and her years of experience told her not to stir up his emotions but to approach him slowly, allowing him to lower his guard.
So, she stood next to him by the window, shoulder to shoulder. She neither glanced at him nor said a word.
The time was early autumn, and the weather was still a bit hot and dry. A breeze blew, stirring the hair on her forehead. A few stray strands obscured her vision. Jian Anning reached out to brush them aside and tied up her hair.
It was at that moment that Yu Zexiao spoke, "He has always thought that I am not good enough, that my personality is bad, my temper is bad, this is bad, that is bad, always wanting me to progress on the path he hopes for."
And to be honest, upon hearing these few words, Jian Anning really wanted to retort: Your father isn’t entirely wrong.
Yu Zexiao stretched out his hand, his fingers gripping the windowsill tightly: "At first, I didn’t like music; he forced me to cultivate my sentiments. And when I finally fell in love with music, he said it was just a trivial skill and prevented me from pursuing it further. He drew a large circle for my life, urging me to strive in all directions within the circle, yet he forbade me from crossing the boundary! From a young age, no matter what I did or didn’t do, I had to follow his directions. There was no question of liking or disliking, only willingness or unwillingness. But, I just don’t want to! I don’t want to let myself be molded into a thoughtless puppet according to his preferences!"
When Yu Zexiao was young, he was too clever and lively, and at that time, Yu Jingxi and Shen Lanxiao were busy with work and didn’t have much time to manage him. By the time his rebellious character had developed, it was too difficult for them to change him back.