Mr.CEO Looks Exactly the Same as My Son!-Chapter 776: A Pound of Meat Short, A Month on the Couch
Hearing this, Jingxi reached out, hugged Mommy, and then came out of her arms. Without looking at her again, he walked straight to the car, letting Beichen Rui lift him into it. His small hands tightly wrapped around his neck, and he whispered, "Daddy, take good care of Mommy, okay?"
"Alright." Bowing his head, he planted a kiss on his forehead, placed him in the back seat of the car, and ruffled his hair. "Call Daddy if anything happens."
"Hmm..." After speaking, he turned his head to the side, no longer looking at him. Beichen Rui stepped aside, closed the car door, and as the window slowly went up, the little guy seemed to panic, turning his head to look out, but unfortunately, the window was already closed, and Beichen Rui could no longer notice his movements.
But sitting in his seat, Jingxi saw his usually stern Daddy, now with eyes full of reluctance.
When the instructor got into the car and it slowly started, Jingxi climbed up from his seat. Through the rear car window, he unexpectedly saw Beichen Jue standing by the floor-to-ceiling window in the villa’s living room. Their eyes met, and the old man gave him a kind smile and waved at him.
The car drove out of the villa, and Mommy, Daddy, and Great Grandpa’s figures could no longer be seen. Only then did the little guy slump back into his seat like a deflated balloon.
He didn’t cry, even though tears were circling in his eyes, he held back and didn’t let himself cry because Daddy had said he’s a little man, and when encountering problems, he must be strong and not shed tears, as crying is the least useful thing.
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It wasn’t until the vehicle had left for a while that Ye Xinluo came back to her senses, and, like she had gone mad, was about to chase after it. Fortunately, Beichen Rui had been watching her and pulled her back before she could run out of the villa’s gate.
"What a load of nonsense rules, why does your Beichen Family have so many rules? Such a small child and you still send him to a training camp..." Her voice choked and she didn’t continue, burying herself in his arms, her hands clenched into fists, hitting his chest over and over.
Beichen Rui didn’t make a sound, nor did he retreat an inch, simply holding her tightly and letting her vent.
She didn’t know how long it was before Ye Xinluo’s voice gradually softened. She raised her head, her eyes red, glaring at him, "Beichen Rui, if my son comes back and has lost a pound of flesh, you’ll sleep on the sofa for a month. If it’s two pounds, then two months."
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Looking at her with mixed emotions, he couldn’t help but chuckle. If Jingxi lost four or five pounds, would he not even be able to enter the room? Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but defend himself, "Wife, I protest....."
His words were cut off by Ye Xinluo’s sharp glare, and she retorted, "Protest denied."
After speaking, she came out of his arms and angrily went back into the house.
A little after seven in the evening, Jingxi called her, saying he had arrived at the training camp, and the instructor was very considerate of him, telling them not to worry. Ye Xinluo held the phone, chatting with the little guy for quite a while before hanging up.
That night, because Jingxi wasn’t home, Ye Xinluo couldn’t sleep well, waking up frequently. Each time, it was only after Beichen Rui patiently coaxed her for a while that she would go back to sleep. This situation continued for more than a week before it gradually improved.
With the little guy not at home, it felt like there was something missing in the house. Moreover, Beichen Rui wouldn’t let her go to work, leaving her with nothing to do every day except play with her phone, binge-watch dramas, or spend whole afternoons in the flower house, or fiddle with vegetables in the garden.
