At the dining table, Tong Yanyu wanted to eat the red braised pork, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't bring himself to eat it. He was too embarrassed to stand up because his mother had told him that such behavior during a meal was not elegant. He thought about it and said to Wen Han-woo, "Uncle, I want to eat that red braised pork."
Wen Han-woo grunted and reached out to pick up a piece. He placed it in Tong Yanyu's bowl and said casually, "Eat more."
However, when he retracted his hand, he was stunned for a moment. After interacting with this son of his, he felt that his son was slowly changing many of his habits, including the actions he had never done before at the dining table.
As he was born in a wealthy family, his every move was naturally the focus of attention. The members of the Wen Family basically did not open their mouths to speak at the dining table. To use the most common adjective to describe it, that was, "Don't talk while eating", let alone use their own chopsticks to pick up food for others.
This was Wen Han-woo's first time doing this.
However, it did not seem to make him feel uncomfortable.
He stuck out the tip of his tongue and gently licked his thin lips. Just as he put down his chopsticks, the butler suddenly walked into the dining room. He glanced at Tong Yanyu, who was happily eating, then leaned over to Wen Han-woo and said in a low voice, "Sir, it's raining outside."
Wen Han-woo lifted his eyes lazily and glanced at the window. Sure enough, there were traces of rainwater splashing on the window. However, he replied emotionlessly, "Get someone to cover up the things I asked you to clean up. It's not suitable for the rain to wash them away at this time."
Jameson nodded, but he was still a little hesitant to leave. Wen Han-woo raised one brow and glanced at the old butler standing beside him. He used his gaze to ask silently, 'Is there anything else?'
Jameson was, after all, an elderly man. He was tall and soft. He knew that there was someone waiting outside. Of course, he also knew the relationship between that person and his boss. This time, Mr. Jameson suddenly came back with a five-year-old child. It seemed that it was directly related to the woman outside the door.
"Sir, in this season, the temperature difference between the night and the day will be more than 10 degrees. Now, it's probably only 7 or 8 degrees. It's also raining, so it'll be very cold."
Wen Han-woo remained expressionless. He glanced at Tong Yanyu, who was sitting beside him. There was still more than half a bowl of rice in his bowl. Children did not eat quickly, and he could tell that although his son was a boy, he was not in a hurry. When he ate, he chewed and swallowed slowly. This was a good sign.
It was probably Tong Xinwan who had taught her.
This thought flashed through Wen Han-woo's mind, making him a little anxious. He pushed away the bone plate in front of him and quickly stood up. The man put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked towards the window.
When Tong Yanyu saw Wen Han-woo stand up, he thought that he was going somewhere. However, when he saw that he was standing at the window without any movement, he was relieved and lowered his head to eat.
Looking out from his position, he could see the main entrance of the castle. However, because the door was closed, he could not see the situation outside. The rain was indeed very heavy. Huge raindrops fell on the glass window. When standing close, he could hear the pitter-patter of raindrops.
Jameson followed behind him. At this moment, he tactfully said, "Sir, there are some things that I shouldn't say. However, if she's in the rain like this, something will definitely happen."
He paused and carefully continued, "She's been waiting outside for almost three hours. She hasn't left even for a moment."
Wen Han-woo's gaze moved away from the glass that was blurred by the rain and looked at his butler. He curled his lips and sneered. "Your salary is from me."
Jameson quickly lowered his eyes.
However, Wen Han-woo felt even more upset. He looked at the dark sky outside and heard the pitter-patter of raindrops falling on the glass. When the two combined, it was as though he had turned into a demon in an instant and lived in his heart. He hated this feeling.
"Go and bring the iPad over."
He suddenly spoke in a deep voice. Jameson naturally understood that the iPad could see the images on the camera. He hurriedly went out of the living room and returned with the iPad not long after. He handed it to Wen Han-woo.
The two of them were standing some distance away from Tong Yanyu's dining table. Moreover, when Tong Yanyu ate, he was very well-behaved. He was not like other children who chattered endlessly and would not jump off the dining table to do other things. Naturally, he could not hear the conversation between Wen Han-woo and the butler.
Wen Han-woo swiped open the iPad and the image quickly jumped to the main entrance of the castle. Because it was night time, the lighting was not very good. However, there was a light at the entrance, so they could still see clearly.
The man looked at the moving figure on the tablet in his hand. She stood in the heavy rain and seemed to be shivering. She hugged her shoulders with both hands and her hair was very messy from the rain, constantly covering her eyes. Then she reached out a hand to brush it away. Perhaps the rain was really heavy. At this moment, even the sky-blue underwear underneath the beige coat she was wearing could be seen clearly.
Wen Han-woo's sexy thin lips slowly pursed, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously sank.
This woman …
Was she crazy?
It was raining so heavily. Why didn't she go back first? Why did she have to stand at the entrance in the rain? Was she trying to gain sympathy?
"Sir, she seems to be unable to hold on any longer." Jameson softly reminded him when he saw the image on the iPad.
Wen Han-woo's exquisite features stiffened. The temperature in the room was constant, and he was only wearing a simple shirt. The light from the chandelier above his head shone on the man's face, making his expression seem even colder and harsher. There was even a faint hint of irritation.
"Open the door for her and let her in."
He casually tossed the iPad to the butler. He frowned and impatiently instructed him.
Who knew that just as he turned around, Tong Yanyu, who had just finished eating, came up. He probably heard Wen Han-woo's last sentence and asked, "Who are you letting in? Uncle, is my mother here? "
Wen Han-woo looked down at the little guy standing in front of him. He nodded and spat out a word. "Yes."
Tong Yanyu instantly jumped three feet high. The happy expression on his face was not fake at all. "That's great! I knew it. How could my mother not come to find me? Uncle, where is she? "
"At the entrance."
"Then hurry up and let my mother in!"
"She's already inside."
The way he answered the question made Wen Han-woo a little unhappy. He felt that when he looked at his son and heard the words "Mother is here", he had completely returned to his original state.
After spending a day and a night together, he always felt that Tong Yanyu gave him the feeling that he was "in Cao Cao's camp, but his heart was elsewhere". Now that "Cao Cao" was really here, why would he take another look at him?
Sure enough, when he heard that she was coming in, the little hand that was originally holding Wen Han-woo's large hand pushed him away and hurriedly ran to the entrance.
Wen Han-woo.
The man's expression became more and more unpleasant. He was already holding his breath, and now he experienced the sullen feeling of being "abandoned" that he had never felt before.
Jameson was a smart man. He could tell at a glance that Wen Han-woo was troubled. He pondered for a moment, then said carefully, "Sir, children nowadays are all like this. My grandson is the same. I heard that no matter if it's the East or the West, boys will always be closer to their mothers. If it's a girl, she will be closer to her father."
These words seemed to have a very good "comforting" effect. Wen Han-woo actually took it seriously and asked seriously, "Why?"
"Oh, Sir, haven't you heard of this saying?"
"Hmm?"
"A father is a daughter's lover in her previous life."
Wen Han-woo really had not heard of it. He frowned as if he had digested it. Then, he asked stiffly, "Based on what you're saying, a mother is a son's lover in his previous life?"
Jameson chuckled softly and hurriedly waved his hand. "Oh, no, Sir, I really haven't heard of this saying."
The two of them were still standing in the dining room when they suddenly heard a loud child's voice from outside. "— — Mommy!"
Wen Han-woo knew that it must be Tong Xinwan who had come in. He glanced at Jameson, thought for a moment, and said, "Get someone to tidy up a guest room upstairs."
Jameson obeyed and left first.
Xinwan was a little slow from the cold. In the afternoon, she was exposed to the sun. At night, not only did the temperature drop rapidly, but it also rained heavily. She stood in the rain like this for almost an hour. After all, she was made of flesh and blood. Moreover, she was a woman. How could she withstand such "wind and rain"? Earlier at the door, she was really holding on for dear life. Now that she came in and relaxed her nerves, she felt cold. Although the room was at a constant temperature, her legs couldn't help but go weak and tremble.
Tong Yanyu was dumbfounded when he saw his mother in such a sorry state. He almost immediately flew over. He was short and only reached up to Xinwan's waist. He probably felt that his mother was cold, so he reached out and hugged Xinwan. "Mommy, why are you all wet? Is it raining outside? Why didn't you bring an umbrella? "
Xinwan was almost out of breath. However, she was afraid that the rain would wet her son's clothes, so she quickly reached out and pulled Tong Yanyu away. When she spoke, her voice was very weak. "It's okay, Xiao Yu. Mommy is fine."
When she looked up, she happened to see the man who had just come out of the dining room. He had both hands in his trouser pockets and a calm expression on his face. When Xinwan saw Wen Han-woo, it was impossible for her to not feel emotional. Her heart was in turmoil. The torment she had endured for the past two days was all thanks to him. Although she knew that he was furious that she had hidden the truth from their son for five years, when she thought about how she had suffered silently for the past five years, it was all because of that one time five years ago.
She was really indignant, but what else could she do? Her son was in his hands, so she had to endure this man's torment.
"Uncle, why is my mother like this?"
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