Not Leaving for Now

Uncle Zhang found that the young master indeed had a dark expression when he picked him up.

"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 did not improve in the slightest.

After some thought, Uncle Zhang still said, "The master, madam, and eldest young master all took the day off and waited at home for you today, knowing you were coming back."

"I know."

Seeing that the young master still did not respond or ask anything, Uncle Zhang felt even more heartbroken.

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 if he cared about nothing, so quiet that it made people ache for him.

They rode the rest of the way in silence.

Only when the car entered 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 found his footing when a figure rushed over and pulled him into a tight embrace.

The person hugging him was slightly shorter than he was, but from this person, Wen Chengze felt a long-lost sense of warmth and security.

His body stiffened slightly before relaxing again.

He said helplessly, "Mom, you're holding me too tightly. I can barely breathe. And if you keep hugging me, Dad is probably going to eat me alive."

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

The man looked no more than forty. He had a gentle, refined air about him; rather than a businessman chasing profit, he looked more like a highly learned university professor.

He looked helplessly at his wife. "Honey, how would I dare? Everyone knows Xiao Ze is the apple of your eye."

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

Seeing tears about to well up in his mother's eyes, Wen Chengze hurriedly shifted his gaze to the other person watching the show. That man wore gold-rimmed glasses and carried an air similar to Father Wen's, though the occasional sharp glint in his eyes was chilling.

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

The three men of their family feared neither heaven nor earth; they only feared this one "girl" crying.

Receiving his younger brother's plea for help, Wen Chenglin smiled faintly. "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 inside.

The family of four sat on the sofa, and Mother Wen held Wen Chengze's hand with no intention of letting go.

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

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

After considering his words, he said, "I'm not leaving for now."

A flash of reluctance passed through Mother Wen's eyes, but in the end, she said nothing.

Mother Wen went on talking with 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 getting a little tired that he took the initiative to end the conversation.

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