That night, Fang Lele vaguely understood something, yet it felt as though he understood nothing at all.
Not until the next day, when his phone was confiscated and he was ordered not to leave the hotel.
It hit Fang Lele like a blow to the head.
Dressed in an ill-fitting white shirt, he stood barefoot on the floor in a daze.
This was not the attentive care and indulgence of "fatherly love," but absolute control that left no room to breathe.
"There's a tracker inside. It's waterproof."
Ji Fengyao gently fastened the watch around his wrist. "You're not allowed to take it off, even when you shower."
Fang Lele asked foolishly, "Then when can I take it off?"
The corners of Ji Fengyao's mouth lifted slightly. He brushed a hand over Fang Lele's soft hair, his tone calm. "When I allow it."
Fang Lele's breath abruptly caught as the man's deep, resonant voice reached his ears with perfect clarity.
"Whatever it is, you cannot do it without my permission."
Cheng Yue woke up and immediately realized something was wrong.
"Wait, where did my whole little brother go?!"
Ji Huaijin looked down at his computer, lifting his coffee for a sip. "He's at a critical stage in his studies. He's already gone back with my youngest uncle."
Cheng Yue lowered his gesturing hands and froze for a moment. "They left in that much of a hurry?"
Had Ji Huaijin not known how much he adored Fang Lele, he might have thought Cheng Yue was being sarcastic.
Ji Huaijin smiled faintly and said meaningfully, "Yes, they seemed to be in quite a hurry."
He recalled how his youngest uncle had carved out time from his busy schedule for a heart-to-heart with Old Master Chu, then rushed off with Fang Lele the