C33

At night, Ai Meng and I went back to our dorm room and turned on the computer. Originally, I wanted to get the information we needed for tomorrow's class, but for some reason, my head suddenly stopped and I typed out the three words "Peng Haobai" in the input box.

He pressed the return key, and tens of thousands of lines of information were released. Every single key was related to Peng Haobai, with different periods, identities, and evaluations.

"Hello." I answered, "Uncle Xiu Yuan."

He sat cross-legged on the ground with a cigarette in his mouth. He was surrounded by take-out bags. He sat there for a whole day and the game pole in his hands had never been put down.

"How is it? Have you gotten used to living at school these few days?"

"Yes." I softly replied, "It's quite good. The students are all quite easy to get along with."

I lied.

"Alright then. If you are unhappy about anything, remember to tell me."

"Yes, thank you Uncle Xiu Yuan."

On the other side of the phone, he would occasionally press the button of the game, which mixed with his usual smile, and say: "I'll tell you in secret, this was what Mu Huainan told me to ask, that guy obviously was worried about you, yet he refused to tell you personally, ordering me to call you, and not even letting me mention him."

I can't help but want to laugh, this is Mu Huainan's way of doing things, it has truly troubled Shen Xiuyuan.

An Xin, if you are willing, please give your Uncle Huainan a call. He is a person who doesn't care about his life when he works, he doesn't rest day or night, and he doesn't listen to anyone's words. You occasionally try to advise him, I think, he'll listen to you.

"How would I dare to advise him..."

I was halfway through when the music from the other end of the phone blared into life, giving me a headache.

"Alright, Uncle Xiu Yuan, you should play your game. I'm going to hang up and read some books."

"Yes."

"Du, du, du, du, du." Before I could even say my farewells, the phone call was cut off. This Uncle Xiu Yuan really doesn't know any relatives when he starts playing games!

After losing my phone, I kept thinking about if I should call Mu Huainan and ask him what he should say. If I were to call him, what should I say, how is my situation right now, wouldn't I have to lie to him to make him feel at ease?

After thinking for a long time, I opened his WeChat and only edited a few words, "Everything is fine. Don't worry, Uncle."

Very quickly, I received Mu Huainan's call reminder.

I think that the biggest generation gap between Mu Huainan and I should be the young boys and girls at my age. If they could WeChat, they wouldn't text, or message them, or phone calls.

But for an efficient person like Mu Huainan, a voice call was his best choice.

"Uncle Huainan."

"Yes." The man on the other end of the phone was as cold as ever. He was the one who called me, but I had to think hard about how to make the atmosphere better so that I wouldn't be unable to continue the conversation.

"I... I'm fine at school. " "You don't have to worry about me." After saying that, he was afraid that he would think too highly of himself, so he quickly added: "I didn't cause you any trouble."

"Yes." He replied with a simple and perfunctory word.

"You, is the work going well?" I just don't know what to say.

"Same as you." On the other end of the phone, Mu Huainan's voice was a little hoarse, filled with the exhaustion that had accumulated for a long time, making people worry.

He said he was like you, but his voice was so tired and tired that he knew he wasn't doing well enough, so he knew I wasn't doing well either.

Somehow, a sour feeling welled up in my throat. I didn't know if it was the sadness from being poked in the heart by Mu Huainan, or the grievance from wanting to find someone who cared for me to pour out all of their bitter water, but I choked with sobs and didn't dare to make a sound for a long time.

He was afraid that he would hear it.

I did not speak, and he did not speak again.

Mu Huainan understands me too much, even though I pretended to be flawless, and admitted that I did not have any flaws, he felt that I was bullied and did not live a good life. He can tell, too, and he knows I'm upset.

I couldn't help but gently call out to him. "Uncle Huainan."

He was on the other side, gently, with a forgiving "Mmm."

He always used "Mmm" to answer my questions, but every answer had different emotions and thoughts.

I could hear that, just like how he treated me, this was probably a tacit understanding between him and me.

"I can handle it." I know that when it comes to Mu Huainan, what he cares about is not what I experienced, but whether or not I can face all these grievances alone.

"Yes."

"Then it's nothing, I'll be hanging up. I'll be reading for a while."

"An'an."

In the last few seconds before I hung up, I heard him call out my name. I could hear his breath, and there were a few faint ripples in the calmness. It was clearly a thought hidden in the darkness of the night.

He said, "Good night."

My hand was shaking as I held the phone. My throat was sore, and I could only say one word.

"Yes."

I was afraid that if I said "Good night," he would hear me cry.

Until the end of the call, my tears finally fell onto the phone screen that lit up. On the main page, there was even the page where Mu Huainan and I chatted on WeChat, which read: "Everything is well, Uncle does not wish for it."

Do not miss, do not miss.

With misty eyes, I see that at the top of the chat page, there was originally a column with his name written on it, but instead, "The other party is typing in …" For a long time, I waited, until my tears dried and my vision cleared. That column still hadn't changed, but neither had I received any new messages.

I suddenly understood.

He was like me, suppressing countless sentences he wanted to say, just looking at the other party's portrait, and the eight words that contained too much of the story.

"Everything is fine, don't worry."

We all have a lot to say, but nothing to say

Because he was Mu Huainan, a man that everyone in the world was watching his every move. He was at the pinnacle, and he had to restrain himself.

As for me, I am Mu Huainan's goddaughter in front of everyone, so I have to bear the loneliness and suspicion that no one else could understand. Because I am Mu Huainan's person, I have to learn to swallow all the bitterness and solve all the problems myself.

Everyone envied me for having a big backer that I could rely on, but who would have thought that this backer would bring me the greatest boon, which was teaching me how to grow up naturally, elegantly and beautifully.

"An'an."

While I was in a daze, I heard Ai Meng's voice behind me. I turned around and saw her holding a plate of watermelon.

"Just now, I went downstairs to buy it from Aunt Guan. It was very sweet, I wanted to ask if you want to eat some."

I smiled and shook my head. "I brushed my teeth earlier. I don't eat anymore."

She nodded, but made no move to leave.

"Anything else?"

"Just now, you …" Ai Meng was a little hesitant: "Is this talking to Mu Huainan?"

Maybe it was out of my subconscious mind, but whenever someone mentioned Mu Huainan, I would unconsciously be on guard. He was probably annoyed by those people in the class.

"What's wrong?"

Ai Meng hurriedly shook her head: "No, no, it's just that my thoughts were different, so I wanted to confirm it before asking you."

"Not what you think?" I frowned. "What's different?"

"I've heard the story of you and Mu Huainan …" The first half of her sentence was very slow and careful. Seeing that my eyebrows were getting darker, she hurriedly explained, "It's not what you think! I definitely do not think that there is any unspeakable thing between you and Mu Huainan! "

I sighed impatiently. "What are you trying to say?"

"I just feel that Mu Huainan is your godfather, so he should be very concerned about you, but I accidentally overheard your conversation. You were always very careful when you spoke, and you even cried earlier, so I was very worried about you …"

Hearing her explanation, I was stunned for a moment.

"Actually, when I was watching the news with my father before, when I saw this piece of news, I had already made a bet with him. I said that Lu Weian was really smart, and found such a formidable Mu Huainan as a backer after a thorough examination. Ai Meng placed the watermelon on the table and continued, "But my father only told me one thing, and that is to be smart instead of being stupid."

Be fooled by one's own wits …. I weighed the words in my mind, and they were a foolish portrayal of me at the time.

Ai Meng continued, "At that time, I didn't understand what my father meant, but now, I seem to understand."

Ai Meng saw through my helplessness and unhappiness.

"Then let me tell you something as well." I sat there, so I could only raise my head and look at Ai Meng. "Whether I see through it or not, you will understand in the future."

"But you are my friend." Ai Meng said in a serious tone, "So you're unhappy. If I see through it, I will naturally reveal it to you. Otherwise, how can I comfort you?"

I laughed. "I don't need comfort."

"But …"

"Alright, I'm tired. I want to rest."

I turned off the computer, got up, and climbed into bed.

"You should get some rest as well."

Ai Meng dejectedly turned off the light, and I heard the sound of her slippers walking in the darkness. She came out of the bathroom to wash up, and only after getting into bed with her did I completely calm down.

In the darkness, I heard her roll over and call my name carefully.

"An'an." Her voice was both sweet and soft, making everyone itchy. "Although my dad is just the CEO of a small company, and I can't help you much, but at least I can talk to you. At least, you can talk to me about those things and don't have to shoulder them yourself."

The feeling of weakness he felt recently was similar to the feeling he had when he first arrived in the United States. He was always feeling sorrowful and wanted to cry.

I wanted to cry after talking to Mu Huainan just now, but now that Ai Meng said this, my nose started to feel sore again. How am I supposed to help my parents investigate, take back the Lu Group, and become the kind of person that Mu Huainan needs?

"Let's go to bed early." I rolled over to face the opposite side of the wall. "We have class tomorrow," I said in a low, unemotional voice.

"En, good night."

"Good night."