The Lei family had done something so despicable to Bai Jing . Lei Yong seemed like a person who would resort to underhand methods to get what he wanted . She guessed that he might force Bai Jing to do something against her will again .
“She is already 18 this year . She can make her own decisions . ” Yan Rusheng caressed Xuxu’s cheeks lightly .
He replied so nonchalantly that he sounded cold and unfeeling .
Xuxu frowned and hissed, “Why are you like this?”
Bai Jing’s father was Yan Rusheng’s benefactor, and furthermore, she was Su Yue’s best friend—she was her only friend .
If something untoward were to happen to Bai Jing, Su Yue would definitely break down .
“I’m going to Jincheng tomorrow for two days . ” Yan Rusheng changed the topic .
He really felt that Bai Jing’s problems were really her own fault .
Xuxu had told her repeatedly that she could look for them if she needed help .
She could choose to seek help from them . If she really didn’t want to stay with the Lei family, they could then step in to intervene .
Such a matter would resolve effortlessly had she only said anything . But he was in no position and there was no way he would take initiative .
The previous time he had rendered help was because he had accidentally bumped into her at the event .
Xuxu heard that Yan Rusheng was going on a work trip and it diverted her attention . “Su Yue asked us to watch the match . Will you still be going?”
Yan Rusheng answered, “I’ll be back in the afternoon . There should be enough time . ”
Xuxu responded with a vague murmur, with hardly any emotions .
Young Master Yan had to tease her . “You will miss me right?”
Xuxu stole a glance . “Yan Rusheng, can you be less shameless?”
“Don’t sleep with these two little fellows when I’m away,” said Yan Rusheng as he aimed a kick at the crib .
The crib rocked to and fro .
“Yan Rusheng!” Xuxu yelled at him and sprang up . She pointed to the door and raised her voice . “Scram!”
This guy was always so jealous of them . To a stranger, he was acting as if he was their stepfather .
“Alright, alright . Don’t be mad at me . ” Yan Rusheng grinned cheekily as he pulled Xuxu towards his arm .
He bent and kissed her forehead . “After I come back from Jincheng, your confinement would have ended . It’s perfect . ”
He gave her a seductive and ambiguous smile .
Xuxu’s expression darkened, and she forcefully pinched him to vent her anger .
“Ahhh!” Young Master Yan yelled in pain . He caught her hand in time before she attempted to retract .
He kept her hand close to his body . “You caused me pain, now it’s your job to soothe me . ”
Xuxu was dumbfounded .
‘Can this guy think of something else?!’
‘Uncle Ming, it’s so painful . Can you blow at it for me…’
If only he didn’t reject her .
But he wouldn’t be the one to heal her mental anguish and trauma, right?
Ming Ansheng stared intently at Su Yue’s photo, which showed her bruised knees and hands .
His heart was aching but he couldn’t console her . And reality reminded him about the distance between them .
The distance between them wasn’t just restricted to moral values . This love was a one-sided affair, and the distance between them would only grow in the future .
He kept reminding himself with these facts . But where was the way out?
He couldn’t find an escape route .
Ming Ansheng threw the remains of the cigarette away in the ashtray . He slumped against his chair and covered his face with his hands . He sat there in a deep reverie .
‘Uncle Ming…’
‘Uncle Ming…’
Su Yue’s face appeared constantly—her smiles, her tears, her sweet voice…
Just once . Just one last time .
Ming Ansheng had decided and he abruptly straightened his back . He dialed a number and instructed, “Add the basketball match at A University into my schedule, two days from today . ”