Chapter 205

C205 – Silly?

“Let me go.”

After a few minutes had passed, Shang Cijie remained composed, displaying neither tears nor anger.

Mu Sifa recognized that pushing Shang Cijie too hard could lead to adverse consequences, so he reluctantly relented.

Shang Cijie sniffled, wiping away his tears while averting his gaze from Mu Sifa.

Observing this, Mu Sifa’s heart ached once more.

He gently turned Shang Cijie’s face toward him and helped him dab away the tears at the corners of his eyes, his expression deeply serious.

In that moment, Shang Cijie felt transported back to five years prior when Mu Sifa often comforted him and wiped away his tears.

Mu Sifa softly inquired, “Hungry?” Following the tear-wiping, he tenderly straightened Shang Cijie’s disheveled hair.

Shang Cijie momentarily froze, but it was a brief pause.The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

Lowering his head in silence, Shang Cijie was lost in thought. Just when Mu Sifa believed Shang Cijie might ignore him, Shang Cijie abruptly posed a question, “If I say I’m hungry, will you do anything I ask?” He gazed directly at Mu Sifa.

Shang Cijie raised his head, staring at Shang Mingming with astonishment.

“What’s the matter? Can’t even recognize your own son? Has he been foolishly kissed?” Shang Mingming playfully climbed onto the bed and teased him.

“Who, who’s been kissed?” Shang Cijie’s cheeks turned rosy once more. Half of his face was buried in his knees, and his eyes darted guiltily to the side.

His face was filled with sheer delight, yet he had the audacity to deny it.

Fortunately, that fatherly scoundrel had not harmed Xiaojie in any way, or else forgiveness would be far from his reach.

“It’s already 8:30. Didn’t that store claim to close at 10 o’clock? Is he planning to relocate his shop or something? He might have locked up long ago!”

Shang Mingming displayed no concern whatsoever. Instead, he stated it in a detached tone, as if it were a casual remark.

“That’s his own issue. What does it have to do with me?” Shang Cijie smirked and looked somewhat adorable, much like he did five years ago.

Suddenly, Shang Mingming chuckled and gave him a playful nudge. “Is your heart racing, Xiaojie? From when Dad kissed your forehead just now.”

“No, not at all. Whose heart would race?” He promptly denied.

“Then, Xiaojie, why did you react so dramatically?” His face bore a wide grin, accompanied by a mischievous glint.