"Chen'er, these past three years, you seem as though something has been weighing on your mind. You've become too quiet and lost your former liveliness. Did you suffer some setback in the Spirit Road? Don't bottle things up inside. Seeing you like this makes your mother very worried," Qing Yanjing probed indirectly.
"Mother, I didn't suffer any setback. Didn't I go on quite the killing spree in the end? Whatever anger I had has long since faded," Wei Chen said, stunned.
"I think this brat has fallen for some family's young lady. He's been confined for the past three years and couldn't go out, so he could only sit here longing for her all day, right?" Wei Ye was far more direct.
At those words, Wei Chen immediately cracked, his gaze darting everywhere.
The steadiness on his still somewhat youthful face instantly vanished, revealing a faint trace of panic.
"N-No, that's not it. Father, don't talk nonsense. What young lady? I haven't been thinking about anyone all day."
Though he insisted there was nothing of the sort, he clearly looked like someone whose secret had been exposed. His words carried the unmistakable flavor of a guilty conscience.
No one knew a son better than his mother.
Seeing Wei Chen like this, Qing Yanjing's eyes lit up with gossip. Raising her jade-like hand, she gently rubbed her son's head and smiled. "Good son, what is there to be embarrassed about in front of your parents?"
"Whose daughter is she? She actually stole my good son's soul so easily, and you hid it for three years without saying a word, making your mother worry in secret for so long. You really forgot your mother the moment you had a wife, you heartless little brat."
As she spoke, Qing Yanjing put on a