"I didn't bully him."
Ji Cიცen's tone rose, and he failed to notice that the tenderness in his eyes was impossible to hide when he spoke of Shen Yu.
Mother Ji looked thoughtfully at her son. Little Ji Cიცen had suffered at kindergarten and remained closed off through his long years abroad. Only in front of Shen Yu did he let his childish side show.
Looking up at Shen Yu's small, fuming figure outside the window, Mother Ji's eyes softened too. If the boy was willing to spend time with her son, she would be happy to see it happen.
"Still, don't tease the boy too much. If he runs off, you might not be able to get him back."
Leaving those ambiguous words behind, Mother Ji headed for the kitchen without waiting for her son to argue. She even complained wistfully to the auntie, "We've prepared so many dishes, but our little guest has been upset enough to leave."
"Oh, Young Master Little Yu left?" Only then did the Ji Family Auntie notice that someone was missing from the living room. Though disappointed, she soon relaxed. "It's all right. We can have the young master take him some treats tomorrow."
"Has Cen taken him treats before?" Mother Ji stopped in her tracks and gave Ji Cიცen a meaningful look.
"Yes." The auntie was busy making a rich soup and happened to miss Ji Cიცen's warning look. Without even turning around, she gave her young master away. "Every day, though it's always just one serving."
"Oh, it seems Cen has grown up..."
She had only been guessing, but she had never expected her son to have been doing this. Mother Ji instantly lost interest in the kitchen and hurried upstairs as though she had something urgent to take care of.