The bedroom door opened. Feng Chuxun had changed into his school uniform himself, his little face stern and his damp hair plastered to his forehead. Clearly, he had washed his face himself too. With his little backpack on, he deliberately avoided looking at either of them and charged downstairs with his head down, ignoring them no matter how many times they called.
Starting today, he would become a machine that did nothing but study and make Pei Yang and Feng Wanting regret treating him like this!
At breakfast, Feng Chuxun shoveled congee into his mouth without expression. Normally, he would leave half a bowl unfinished, but today, for some reason, he gulped it down as if determined to choke himself, without touching a single side dish.
Pei Yang and Feng Wanting exchanged looks, neither daring to speak first.
"Cough-" Feng Chuxun choked from drinking too fast. The two finally had a chance to prove themselves, each grabbing a tissue to wipe his mouth from either side.
Pei Yang was especially gentle. "Slow down."
Feng Chuxun glanced at them, pushed their hands away, and even deliberately scooted back.
Pei Yang said helplessly, "Are you planning to ignore us for the rest of your life, Xile?"
Putting on an air of solemn wisdom, Feng Chuxun said with perfect seriousness, "Until you recognize your mistakes, I won't forgive either of you."
"We already know we were wrong." Pei Yang sighed. "Then how about I... I stay over for another night?"
Father and son both lit up.
"Really?!" Feng Chuxun broke character in an instant.
Pei Yang frowned. That... was... all it took?
"No." Realizing he had gone out of character for the persona he had created, Feng Chuxun hurried to salvage it. "No need."
Feng Wanting panicked and, unusually, called his son by