Not Leaving for Now

When Uncle Zhang picked up his young master, the young master indeed wore a dark expression.

"Young Master?" he called cautiously. Seeing the young master's trembling hands, a trace of heartache flashed through Uncle Zhang's eyes.

"Mm."

After getting into the car, Wen Chengze leaned back against the seat and closed his eyes to rest. His mood showed no sign of improving.

After thinking it over, Uncle Zhang still said, "The master, madam, and eldest young master all took the day off to wait for you at home when they learned you were coming back today."

"I know."

Seeing that the young master still did not respond or ask anything, Uncle Zhang's heart ached even more.

No matter how he looked at it, Wen Chengze did not seem like a child who had been away from home for nearly ten years. It was as though he cared about nothing, so quiet it was heartbreaking.

The rest of the journey passed in silence.

Only when the car drove into the Wen Household did Wen Chengze, whose face had remained expressionless, finally show a hint of emotion.

Wen Chengze had barely gotten out of the car and steadied himself when a figure rushed over and hugged him tightly.

The person holding him was shorter than him, yet Wen Chengze felt a long-lost warmth and sense of security from her.

His body stiffened slightly before relaxing again.

Helplessly, he said, "Mom, you're holding me too tightly. I can barely breathe. And if you keep hugging me, I'm afraid Dad will eat me alive."

"How dare he!" The petite figure released Wen Chengze and glared at the man standing nearby.

The man looked no older than forty. He had a gentle, refined bearing; rather than a businessman chasing profits, he seemed more like a learned university professor.

He looked at his wife helplessly. "Honey, how would I dare? Everyone knows Xiao Ze is your precious darling."

The woman snorted, then turned her gaze back to her beloved son. After examining him for a long while, her lips suddenly trembled. "Xiao Ze, why have you gotten thinner again?"

Seeing tears about to well up in his mother's eyes, Wen Chengze hurriedly turned his gaze toward the other person watching the show. The man wore gold-rimmed glasses and had a temperament similar to Father Wen's, but the occasional sharp glint in his eyes sent chills down one's spine.

This person was none other than Wen Chengze's older brother, Wen Chenglin.

The three men in their family feared nothing under heaven except for this one "girl" crying.

Receiving his younger brother's plea for help, Wen Chenglin smiled slightly. "Mom, it's cold outside. Let's go in first. Look, Little Brother's face is about to freeze red."

Mother Wen took one look and immediately held back her tears, taking Wen Chengze by the hand and leading him into the house.

The family of four sat on the sofa, and Mother Wen held Wen Chengze's hand without any intention of letting go.

"You won't be leaving again after coming back this time, right? You've been away from home for so long. Shouldn't you stay properly by Mom's side this time? If you don't stay with me, I always feel like something is missing. Your dad and brother are busy with that damned company every day, leaving me all alone at home."

Mother Wen spoke gently, but Wen Chengze felt that if he dared say no, he would probably be drowned in tears immediately.

After considering his words, he said, "I won't be leaving for now."

A trace of reluctance flashed through Mother Wen's eyes, but in the end, she did not say anything.

Mother Wen continued talking to Wen Chengze for a long time, while Father Wen and Wen Chenglin could not get a single word in.

It was not until Wen Chengze noticed that Mother Wen was a little tired that he took the initiative to end the conversation.

"Mom, I just got back today and still need to unpack my things. We'll have plenty of chances to talk later. Go upstairs and rest for a while first, and we can continue another time, okay?"