"Dad." Feng Yueshan took the initiative to greet Father Feng. "Want to play chess?"
Father Feng stopped what he was doing and shot him a glare. "All night?"
Feng Yueshan said, "Can't do that."
Father Feng couldn't stand the sight of his smug face.
Once Father Feng had walked away, Mother Feng pulled her son aside, her eyes bright. "That boy's name is Chen Mu, right? I hear he's quite impressive."
Feng Yueshan immediately gave her a thumbs-up. "That's my mom! What excellent taste."
"Enough flattery," Mother Feng said. "I caught your dad looking through his information." Seeing her son's expression darken, she continued, "Oh, don't get upset just yet. Your dad meant well. If he were just some ordinary minor celebrity, your dad wouldn't have bothered. It was that special assistant of Yilan's praising him to the skies that made your dad willing to take a proper look."
Assistant Sun?
** My savior!!! **
From now on, you're my brother from another mother-and father! Young Master Feng thought.
With Mother Feng covering for him, Feng Yueshan felt reassured. It was fine. His dad was just being stubborn.
He had a meal with his parents. Zhouzhou had gone to his maternal grandmother's, so he didn't get to see him. Before leaving, Feng Yueshan still spent two hours playing Chinese chess with Father Feng. This time, there was no joking around. With his brows slightly knitted, he planned every move carefully and, for once, fought Father Feng to a draw.
Father Feng understood that the chess game was only a pretext. Proving himself was the real point.
Feng Yueshan was making his intentions clear.
"Dad, Mom, I'm heading out," Feng Yueshan said.
Mother Feng hesitated, then glanced at Father Feng's expression. Deciding they couldn't rush things, she said, "Go on, then.