Chapter 21
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Yun Shishi whispered in his ear, "I'm sorry, Yoo Yoo …"
Yoo Yoo opened his mouth, wanting to say something. He actually wanted to ask if his daddy really did not want him anymore. Did he really not like him, so he abandoned him without a care?
Was he really like what the adults said: 'Born with a father but not acknowledged by a father'?
However, he swallowed the words that were at the tip of his tongue.
Yoo Yoo held Yun Shishi's slender fingers and looked up at the night sky outside the window. He said softly, "Mommy, even if Yoo Yoo's daddy doesn't want you, Yoo Yoo still has mommy! Yoo Yoo loves mommy; mommy, don't be sad! It's daddy's fault for making mommy sad. Yoo Yoo must protect mommy when you grow up! "
Yun Shishi looked up and followed his gaze. She let out a long sigh and hugged him tighter.
"Yoo Yoo is such a good boy …"
The Mu residence.
In the living room, Mu Yichen was sitting on the sofa when he suddenly felt a strange throbbing pain in his heart. It was unbearable.
He furrowed his brows slightly and placed his small hand on his chest. His palm touched it, and it was beating very quickly.
His heart was in so much pain that he almost suffocated.
The helper, who was tidying up his toys, hurriedly squatted in front of him when she saw him clutching his chest in pain. "Young master, what's wrong?"
"My heart … hurts." Mu Yichen broke out in cold sweat. "It's like being pricked by a needle. It's unbearable …"
"Is it still the same as before?" The helper was at a loss for words.
The young master was always like this. He would often have sudden palpitations and chest pains, but he was sent to the hospital several times, and the cause of his illness was not found.
Even the authoritative experts couldn't figure out what was going on for a while.
Mu Yichen curled up on the sofa and sucked in a breath of cold air. His eyes were cold.
"What's wrong?"
He slowly walked down the escalator with the help of his cane. The old man was dressed in a well-ironed Tang suit. Although he was old, he still looked energetic. It was not difficult to tell that he was a romantic and elegant person when he was young.
"Great-grandfather …" Mu Yichen looked at him and called out obediently.
His position in the Mu family was unshakable. He was someone who had toyed with the rich and powerful all his life. Hence, just a look from him was enough to make others revere him.
Therefore, even a rich playboy like Mu Yichen was afraid of Grandpa Mu.
Mu Sheng, on the other hand, doted on the little guy to the bone.
Mu Yazhe was his most beloved grandson, and Mu Yichen had Mu Yazhe's blood flowing in his veins. Therefore, he naturally doted on him.
Seeing that his most beloved great-grandson had relapsed, the old man's face changed. He hurriedly asked, "Are you feeling unwell again? Is your heart hurting again? "
Grandpa Mu's expression was full of concern, but Mu Yichen evaded him subtly. It was obvious that he was very afraid of him. He was afraid of his grandfather's stern face and did not like to be close to him. "It's nothing!"
"Nonsense! Look at you; you're breaking out in cold sweat! "The old man's heart ached.
"Great-grandfather, I … I'm going upstairs to read!" Mu Yichen jumped down from the sofa and ran upstairs.
Looking at his back, the old man sighed slowly.
The night was dark.
A black Bugatti Veyron sped along the road. The neon lights shone on the streamlined body of the car, and the shadows in the tunnel flickered. Mu Yazhe controlled the steering wheel. His deep-set eyes were tinged with a hint of sinister hostility. The bleak moonlight cast a silver glow on his handsome, sculpture-like face.
He stepped on the accelerator, and the roar of the engine drowned out all the noise.
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