Chapter 1187: He Hadn’t Smiled in a Long While
Ye City.
The Mo family mansion was extrely quiet and there were only two rooms that still had their lights on.
There were only a handful of people who lived in the Mo family mansion, including Mo Yixuan, Yuan Yuan, a nanny, a driver, a security guard, and a chef.
Mo Yixuan had been caught in the rain on his way back, so his wet hair was plastered to his face which made him look a little disheveled.
He took off the jacket he was wearing and changed into a casual outfit.
He was extrely busy because he had invested in a logistics firm three years ago and was now overseeing the managent of the firm. The firm was expanding rapidly, so he was incredibly busy every day.
The dark circles that rimd his eyes had been there for a long ti.
His phone beeped with a ssage notification after he changed.
He received a WeChat ssage from a manager who told him that the revised marketing program proposal had been sent to him via email.
Mo Yixuan sat on the sofa and gulped down the hot tea that the nanny had made for him in one shot. He tapped lightly on his screen and sent a single-word reply, “Noted!”
Then, he went to the room on the farthest right which was Yuan Yuan’s room.
The door was ajar so he pushed it open and walked right in.
The lights were still on. Yuan Yuan was seated at his desk and he was writing with a pen.
“Mo Ling, why are you still awake?” Mo Yixuan asked sternly but his concern for his son was evident in his voice.
Yuan Yuan was always sleeping later than he was in the year or two, so he wasn’t sure whether Yuan Yuan always had so much howork to do.
He stopped hiring a private tutor for his son this year because he didn’t want his son to grow up without a carefree childhood just as he had done. He had always been forced to learn and complete an unending pile of howork as a child.
Yuan Yuan put down the pen in his hand and slowly looked up at his father who stood at the doorway.
“I’ll be sleeping soon, dad...” Yuan Yuan said calmly.
His father had been coming ho late recently, so he guessed that his father must’ve been extrely busy at work. He wished that he was a little older so that he would be able to help out at the company.
“Did your mom call today?” Mo Yixuan asked. This was a question that he often asked Yuan Yuan.
Yuan Yuan looked at his father with a frown and nodded as he said, “She did. She asked whether I’d like to go to the castle next weekend but I told her that I’ll be heading to my tutor’s place next weekend.”
Mo Yixuan didn’t respond and the lamplight made his face seem even paler than it was.
He pursed his thin lips and his anguish and internal conflict seed to be permanently written on his face.
He entered Yuan Yuan’s room and sat on a wooden chair.
“Oh yes, dad, I need another piano teacher because Mr. Qin will be heading out of the country to keep his wife company,” Yuan Yuan said. He had many interests and hobbies including the piano, drawing, chess, and building models...
He always curious and longed to explore anything he didn’t understand.
Mo Yixuan acknowledged his request but his expression seed tense and there was no trace of a smile on his face. He hadn’t smiled in a long while.
“I’ll get you a better tutor, Mo Ling,” he said.
Mo Yixuan had never objected to his son’s interests and hobbies. He didn’t have any interests and hobbies as a child and when he was 12, his father discovered a tumor in his brain. Then, his father forced him to embark on an intensive learning journey. He had a neverending pile of howork every day and he would have private lessons every weekend. He didn’t have ti to play, nor ti to make new friends, let alone any ti to learn musical instrunts or how to draw.
He didn’t have a proper childhood.
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