Therefore, he was very strict with him from a young age and was never given any leeway. Fortunately, Xie Jianyuan lived up to expectations and had excellent grades from a young age. He was calm and composed and later went abroad for further studies.
Just when everyone thought he would inherit the Xie Household business and achieve great things, he unexpectedly turned around and entered the entertainment industry, choosing to become an actor.
People in their circle tend to look down on actors, often displaying a sense of superiority. Add to that the frequent stories of popular actresses retiring from the industry to marry into wealthy families, and the fact that any woman who marries into the entertainment industry becomes the subject of gossip and jokes among the wives.
So when she heard that Xie Jianyuan wanted to enter the entertainment industry, she was so angry that she couldn't sleep for several days. In the end, it was Xie Jianyuan's father who persuaded her, and seeing that things were indeed beyond repair, that she reluctantly gave up.
"Sometimes I feel like he's getting revenge on me." Xie's mother looked somewhat helpless, glancing wistfully out the window, her back view showing a hint of loneliness.
Seeing this, Xie Qianqian advised, "Auntie, don't overthink it. If your brother disliked you, he wouldn't have come back even once, given his temper."
Xie's mother perked up a bit. "Let's hope so..."
Xie Jianyuan's room upstairs was the second room on the left after turning left on the stairs. As soon as Xu Chun entered, a huge painting came into view. The painting depicted a child being put into a jar, with his head down and curled up in a ball.
Xie Jianyuan saw the painting, he was momentarily stunned. After realizing what had happened, he casually remarked, "Why was this painting hung here?"
Xu Chun looked at the painting with suspicion. "What's wrong with this painting?"
Xie Jianyuan said calmly, "It's nothing. I drew it when I was bored as a child. I was young and didn't know any better back then, so I just doodled."
Xu Chun responded with an "oh," but her gaze remained fixed on the painting on the wall.
Xie Jianyuan's expression shifted slightly, and he said with a smile, "Let's look at the others, Brother Chun."
He then led Xu Chun to a nearby shelf, where various handicrafts and airplane models were displayed. He smiled and said, "These are things I made when I was a child."
Xu Chun became interested and carefully examined the exquisite little gadgets, saying, "I didn't know you had such skillful hands."
Xie Jianyuan hearing Xu Chun's praise, Xie Jianyuan's eyes lit up considerably, and he said with a smile, "Brother Chun, do you like it? I can make it for you now."
Xu Chun paused for a moment, then smiled and politely declined, "No need, I'm not a child anymore."
After he finished speaking, his gaze suddenly focused on a certain spot, staring blankly at a photograph. In the photograph, Xie Jianyuan was probably around eight or nine years old, with pale skin, dark and deep eyes, and a cold expression on his face that was completely inconsistent with his age. It was a kind of indifference that showed he didn't care about anything.
Xu Chun reached out and touched the photo, frowning slightly. Xie Jianyuan in the photo felt both strange and familiar to him. The Xie Jianyuan he knew always had a smile on his face and was polite and considerate in his dealings with others, without a single fault to be found.
However, this appearance also seemed somewhat familiar to him.
Xu Chun thought for a long time, but still couldn't remember anything, so she simply gave up and put her doubts aside.
That night, Xu Chun had a dream.
In my dream, he was probably thirteen or fourteen years old, and he was probably participating in a commercial performance.
He encountered a child backstage. The child was very good-looking, in no way inferior to other child stars in the industry, but his expression was indifferent, and he was looking down at something.
He assumed the child was a rising child star or a relative of an artist, and worried that the child might be bored, so he smiled and extended his hand.
"Want to play with me?"
The child paused slightly as he turned the page, looked up at him, and frowned slightly, seemingly puzzled.
Xu Chun didn't pay attention to his reaction, thinking he was just shy. But seeing him sitting there all alone, his innate sense of responsibility made him unable to stand idly by.
Because she has a younger brother, Xu Chun is very good at playing with children, and she has worked with many very young children while shooting commercials, so she can be considered very experienced.
Seeing that the child didn't speak or answer, but just stared at her silently, Xu Chun wasn't annoyed. She peeked at the book the child was reading, wanting to find a topic to talk about.
"Are you doing your homework? Feel free to ask me if you have any questions."
The child gave him a strange look, but still didn't say anything.
When he finally saw the words on the book, his smile froze. He hadn't even learned the stuff in there, but he couldn't take back the boast he'd made.
"Who are you?" the child finally spoke, his voice clear and crisp, as if he had no emotion whatsoever, even though it was a question.
Xu Chun didn't answer his question directly, but instead asked, "You can call me brother, I'm definitely older than you."
Upon hearing this address, the child's expression shifted, and his brows furrowed slightly.
Xu Chun continued, "Who brought you here? Where are your parents? Did they just leave you here alone?"
The child stared at him for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Are you a celebrity?"
Many people had called her that before, but hearing the child say "celebrity" in an adult tone, she couldn't help but smile and say gently, "Yes, aren't you?"
The child shook his head.
"Then it must be a child brought by an artist or staff member," Xu Chun asked. "Aren't you bored staying here? Do you want to come play with me? But you should tell your parents first."
The child replied, "No need."
Xu Chun thought he meant that he didn't need to play with him, and his expression dimmed for a moment because he quite liked this quiet child. His younger brother was mischievous and active, and the children he usually interacted with were all playful and lively. This was the first time he had met such a quiet and well-behaved child.