Chapter 51

Chapter 51

Nan Liujing stared at the uninvited guest, his eyes pitch-black.

Sure enough, habits ingrained in his bones—wouldn't change even at death.

Glancing at Shen Gali, who was still asleep, Nan Liujing dropped his voice: "Let's talk outside."

But Yu Huaisu acted as if she were in her own home, gracefully strolling over to the sofa and elegantly sitting down right by Shen Gali's feet.

Nan Liujing's brows furrowed sternly, his voice icy: "I said, let's talk outside."

Yu Huaisu let out a light laugh, adjusting her delicate pearl earrings with a composed tone: "It's nothing major. Let's just talk here. I'll finish up and head back early to take care of your father's medicine. His blood pressure's been a bit high lately, and he doesn't know how to take care of himself."

Nan Liujing stared at her for a long moment, then wheeled his chair over beside Shen Gali, reaching out to cover his ears.

Yu Huaisu sneered inwardly. A notorious defective product, and he treasures it like a gem. Sure enough, birds of a feather flock together—he's never seen anything good in his life.

"Then I'll make it brief. Today, representatives from the Rosander Family will visit the company. Those UK elites fancy themselves refined gentlemen, always preaching rules and regulations, never out of suits year-round. I understand you implemented Casual Dress Day to boost employee morale, but we're facing the cream of society. If you turn the company all flashy and tacky, lacking any elegance, they'll probably think the whole company is that casual and question our management capabilities."

Yu Huaisu said she'd keep it brief, but she rattled off a long spiel like a machine gun.

If it was about this issue, Nan Liujing didn't want to waste words with her. No way.

Shen Gali wasn't used to wearing suits, and he wouldn't force the entire company to join him, but at least through this approach, he could establish a mindset among employees that "not wearing formal wear is normal." That way, Shen Gali, used to freedom, wouldn't feel constrained in the company and one day start whining about wanting to go home and veg out.

Only in the past couple of days did he realize how wonderful it is to have someone accompany him during boring work hours.

"Enough said. There's no discussion on this." When Nan Liujing got tough, he looked almost exactly like Nan Feng—eight or nine out of ten.

Yu Huaisu gave a cold smile, but there was no amusement in her eyes: "How can there be no discussion? The company is indeed under your control, but the advice from your elders won't steer you wrong. I'm sending a notice right now for employees to go home during their lunch break and change into suits to welcome the Rosander Family delegation."

Nan Liujing stared coldly at her hand as she pulled out her phone and swiped the screen.

Whether it was the noise or some specific word that triggered him, Shen Gali opened his eyes.

Yu Huaisu was quick; she had already sent the notice to all departments to change into formal wear. In the group chat, no one dared to speak, afraid of offending the chairman's wife, but privately they grumbled about being treated like circus animals—by the time they rush home to change and come back, their lunch break will be over.

Seeing him awake, Yu Huaisu put on a bright smile, warmly took Shen Gali's hand, and asked how he was doing, whether he was adjusting to work, and even added:

"A foreign delegation is coming to tour the company this afternoon. Feel free to have the butler send over your suit and change into it, to greet them with your most energetic attitude."

Shen Gali looked at her with sleepy eyes, his expression indifferent, a faint trace of annoyance in his gaze.

After a long moment, he pulled his hand back, grabbed a pen and paper from the table, doodled aimlessly under Yu Huaisu's puzzled gaze, and finally signed it: "Author: Shen Gali."

The characters were written in neat, square letters.

Yu Huaisu: ?

"Ma'am." Shen Gali handed her the doodle. "Here, take it. Hurry up and leave. I'm so sleepy."

Yu Huaisu was baffled, but the "hurry up and leave" clearly wasn't a kind remark. Being insulted by a defective product, her fake politeness could no longer hold up. She sprang up with a rustle: "What do you mean?"

Shen Gali was very, very sleepy, looking blearily to the side: "In TV shows, the other woman never comes unless it's for something—either asking for money or acting cheap. Ma'am can't possibly be here to act cheap."

Other woman, acting cheap.

Those two words pierced Yu Huaisu's heart like needles. Shen Gali witnessed once again what it meant when someone's face contorted in rage.

Before Yu Huaisu could roar, Shen Gali cut her off: "If it's about money, I remember my painting 'Butterfly,' worth eight million, is still stored at your house. If you're short on cash, I'll put in a little effort and paint another one for you. You know, with my skill, fetching eight million at auction is no problem. Alright, go enjoy it."

Shen Gali had spoken so much at once for the first time, and he was tired. With a weak, dismissive wave of one hand, he signaled for her to leave quickly and stop disturbing his sleep.

Yu Huaisu was trembling—her whole body was trembling, even the strands of her hair.

She knew well those wealthy ladies treated her politely on the surface but called her a homewrecker behind her back, mocking her as a gold digger. That's why she needed Nan Feiyao to seize the highest power to shut those gossiping women up.

Just as good days were ahead, this defective product had to meddle. Today she came to establish her authority, only to be publicly humiliated by him.

Her trembling hand clenched tightly, her delicate cat-eye nails dug deep into her palm.

But she couldn't lose her temper here. If word got out, she would become a complete laughingstock.

Yu Huaisu took a deep breath, forcing a smile uglier than tears: "Then I thank my new daughter-in-law. At least the new daughter-in-law knows how to care for her mother-in-law."

She grabbed her handbag, took a step, stumbled, then quickly composed herself: "I'll be off now. Liu Jing, make sure you don't neglect the distinguished guests."

It was more like fleeing than leaving, quickly disappearing from their sight.

Shen Gali watched Yu Huaisu's back, knowing she was crying, and understood that a woman's heart is sensitive and delicate. Honestly, he didn't want to make women cry.

But only if she didn't come looking for trouble first.

Tired. Time to rest.

Shen Gali slowly lay back down, but before his head even touched the edge of the sofa cushion, he was suddenly pulled up.

Startled, he looked over and saw Nan Liujing holding his wrist with one hand and covering his eyes with the other, his head bowed, expression hidden, but shoulders occasionally trembling...

As if laughing.

The next second, his body was pulled forward by a huge force into a warm, solid embrace.

Nan Liujing's overwhelming presence engulfed him, making it hard to breathe.

The large hand on his back slowly traced down his spine in a gentle, graceful arc, finally settling on his waist and pulling him close.

"Shen Gali, you're something else." He heard Nan Liujing's voice, laced with laughter, echoing by his ear.

"I know, but why are you hugging me?" Shen Gali made a token struggle, but couldn't break free, so he gave up.

Nan Liujing's voice was unusually gentle: "I want to."

"But I don't want to. It's disgusting." Even as he said it, he didn't bother struggling.

Nan Liujing tightened his arms, almost crushing him into his chest: "I'll hug you even if you find it disgusting."

After a moment of silence, he whispered softly: "Thank you for standing up for this useless man, my Li Li."

The nickname "Li Li" shot through Shen Gali like an electric current, making him tremble.

Only two people in the world had ever called him that affectionate nickname—one was his mother, the other was Nan Liujing.

And what Gong Yuan called "Li Li" was referring to his original adoptive son, so it didn't count.

The softest spot in his heart was painfully poked, making his eyes sting with tears.

"Don't call me Li Li. It's disgusting." He said with a smile on his lips, which didn't make the command very convincing.

"Then what should I call you? Wife?" Nan Liujing asked.

Shen Gali was certain that this man was pushing his luck.

Maybe he'd only learn to let go once it hurt.

Shen Gali opened his mouth and bit down on Nan Liujing's shoulder, tasting the fabric of his clothes.

But Nan Liujing didn't panic at all. In fact, his hands were still messing around on Shen Gali's back.

Shen Gali sighed. The earlier doodling had drained all his energy. He was really tired now, so he'd just take a nap.

With his chin resting on Nan Liujing's shoulder, he slowly closed his eyes.

Nan Liujing stiffened again: Why did I instinctively hug him?

But he didn't refuse.

And you say you don't care about me?

*

The employees were glumly preparing to go home and change into formal wear when a group message pinged again.

"CEO Nan Liujing: No need to change into formal wear. Everyone, enjoy a good lunch break."

The employees went wild!

That one short sentence was so beautiful and powerful!

Meanwhile, Nan Feiyao had just stepped out of the office and happened to see his mother covering her mouth with tears in her eyes, hurrying away.

When he asked what happened, Yu Huaisu, while saying not to blame Nan Liujing and the others, proceeded to spill the beans about their "misdeeds," exaggerating and fanning the flames, even breaking down in tears at the more infuriating parts.

Nan Feiyao was furious.

Ever since this Shen Gali entered the Nan family, he had stirred up a mess, and even Shen Lanqing had inexplicably fallen under his spell.

Devil!

"Mom, stop crying. I'll definitely have it out with them." Nan Feiyao comforted his tear-streaked mother, then pulled out his phone and contacted the media.

Since Nan Liujing liked to be authoritarian and push some stupid No Formal Wear Day, let the whole world see today's big joke. Preferably have someone from the Rosander Family take a close-up of his face, so everyone knows how ridiculous Nan Liujing's decision is. Executive President? He doesn't deserve it!

On the other side, in Nan Liujing's office.

Nan Liujing sat at his desk, lightly tapping his fingers in perfect sync with the second hand.

Work resumed at 2 PM. It was now 2:15, and Shen Gali was still sleeping.

He'd give him another three minutes. The kid had been waking up early these days and had a lot of work, clearly showing signs of fatigue.

Three minutes later—

Nan Liujing waited for the second hand to hit 12, then started tapping the desk again.

He'd give him another five minutes. After five minutes, he'd really wake him up this time.

Five minutes later—

He'd give him another ten minutes. Last night, he had made dumplings, which took a lot of energy.

Until Secretary Yan knocked on the door and said that the Rosander family had called, saying they had already reached the intersection of the commercial street and would arrive at the company in three minutes.

Nan Liujing turned to glance at the sofa, where Shen Gali was already slowly sitting up.

Upon receiving the news, all the leadership of Huanhai Electronics surrounded Nan Liujing and hurried with him to the entrance to welcome the distinguished guests.

Although Nan Liujing had ordered No Formal Wear Day, the leaders knew the importance of today and didn't dare to slack off. They were dressed in neat suits with shiny leather shoes.

Several luxury cars stopped at the company entrance, followed by a car of special correspondents. A junior leader, seeing the situation, stepped forward with good foresight to open the car door and respectfully welcome the guests.

No one realized anything was wrong with the sudden appearance of the journalists, assuming they were hired by the Rosander side.

The car doors opened, and several pairs of feet in handmade leather shoes stepped uniformly onto the ground. After getting out, they immediately stood in two rows. Someone reached out to shield the top of the car door with his hand. Amidst such a grand welcome, an elderly man in a gray high-end custom suit got out of the car, followed by a young man in a dark suit.

Noble, elegant, exuding gentlemanly grace.

The journalists immediately swarmed in, flashes going off continuously.

The elderly man had a polite smile on his face, extended his hand to Nan Liujing, and spoke in a perfect London accent: "Hello, President Nan. It's a pleasure to meet you. I am Walker Rosander, representative of the Rosander Family Company."

Nan Liujing responded in fluent English with perfect, polished formalities.

Shen Gali was experiencing this kind of scene for the first time. Though his legs felt weak from standing so long, he knew what he had to do and tried to stand a bit straighter.

The young man behind the elderly gentleman looked somewhat familiar.

Oh, right. He was that particular guy from that family—the one with all the fussy demands.

That particular guy caught sight of Shen Gali in the crowd, suddenly straightened up, his eyes lit up with joy, and an uncontrollable grin nearly split his face, breaking the serious atmosphere.

Shen Gali turned his face away. Didn't see a thing. Don't bother. He just wants to take me to the UK as free labor on his estate.

The Germanic people naturally had a physical advantage in build. Even the elderly man appeared tall and imposing. In contrast, the leaders of Huanhai Electronics, who were of average height locally, still seemed less imposing when facing the Rosander family.

Shen Gali couldn't imagine how Nan Liujing, sitting in a wheelchair, must look to them—like a seven or eight-year-old child.

He glanced over—

Huh?

Not in the least. On the contrary, it was obvious that Nan Liujing was deliberately restraining his aura, trying to appear approachable. Yet, the arms casually resting on the armrests, the glimpse of snow-white cuffs, and the slightly lifted chin exuded an air of superiority, still ruthlessly overpowering the British delegation.

Especially the mask and sunglasses he wore to hide his features, which only added to his intimidating mystery.

Shen Gali's mind wandered until he was suddenly pulled to someone's side.

Nan Liujing gently held his hand and introduced him to the delegation: "This is my husband, Shen Gali. He recently started working at my company. Our wedding was rushed and we didn't get to invite everyone. Please forgive us."

Shen Gali's social anxiety was about to kick in. He was certain he wouldn't have to run into these people again, so could he just skip the greetings?

Among the crowd of suits, Shen Gali stood out uniquely in his dark red sweater and black jeans, completely out of place.

Evan quickly extended his hand, with a somewhat ingratiating and hesitant smile: "Hi, Mr. Shen. We've met before."

Shen Gali reluctantly reached out and briefly touched his hand, saying nothing.

Evan then turned to the old man and said, "Father, this is the Shen Gali I told you about."

The old man gave Shen Gali a quick once-over, nodded, and extended his hand.

Shen Gali felt like he was nothing but a mindless hand-shaking machine.

The leaders hung back, their faces full of question marks: Since when did they know each other? This kid seemed to have some special feelings for our boss's wife.

After a long round of polite small talk, Nan Liujing offered to show the distinguished guests around the company.

Nan Feiyao, among the crowd, signaled the reporters with a look, and they immediately grabbed their cameras and mics, pretending to be the official press corps.

As soon as they entered, the two receptionists at the front desk stood up and greeted the delegation loudly and confidently in English.

One wore a floral dress, the other a blue sweater.

Yu Jinzhu and Nan Feiyao were amused.

Tsk, they really embarrassed themselves this time.

The old man named Walker looked at the ladies' unconventional attire and instinctively glanced down at his own suit, his brow slightly furrowed.

He had wanted to ask when he saw Shen Gali's wool sweater earlier: Didn't this company require formal wear in the office? He figured it was a privilege for the boss's spouse, but now the receptionists were also dressed in bright colors.

Is this the company's style, or are they looking down on us?

The reporters slyly zoomed in on the two women for a close-up.

Just then, a male employee walked by in a dark green hoodie with a majestic dragon embroidered on the front.

Walker was startled by the dragon, and then he spotted another employee whose chest read "China."

He felt like he was being targeted.

In the close-up shot, Walker's face turned a bit green, and his mouth opened like he wanted to say something.

"Representative Rossander, let me show you our company's flagship department. The reason Huanhai Electronics products sell like hotcakes is mostly thanks to their product design department," Nan Liujing said with a smile.

"Oh... uh... okay." Walker pulled out a handkerchief and dabbed the sweat off his forehead.

As soon as they entered the product design department, the employees heard them coming and stood up to greet them in unison.

Walker instinctively took two steps back.

A pale-yellow dress, a European-style court shirt, bell-bottom jeans... Everyone's attire was different, coming together like a colorful garden, each little flower smiling and shouting, "Welcome to the company!"

It'd be understandable for a small company, but a company of this stature with over a thousand employees couldn't even get everyone to wear suits.

Walker's face went from ashen to pale. Could he really trust his most valuable uranium business to a company like this? Clothing represents a company's spirit and reflects its management system, and he couldn't see a single sign of "management" anywhere.

Yu Jinzhu and Nan Feiyao, who had been quietly observing Walker's changing expressions, smirked.

Of course, they were sneering at Nan Liujing.

They could afford to lose this deal, but Nan Liujing had to be ruined.

Walker stared for a long time and said he wanted to see other departments, but no matter where he looked, it was the same—people in all kinds of outfits, like a rainbow wonderland.

He couldn't help it anymore. He turned around and asked in broken Chinese, "Pardon me for asking, but is not wearing formal wear a company tradition? Or is there a special reason?"

But when he turned, he wasn't facing Nan Liujing; he was facing Shen Gali, who was standing beside Nan Liujing.

Shen Gali: ...

You're asking me? Fine, I'll tell it like it is.

The leaders were horrified, frantically signaling Shen Gali to shut up and let their boss handle it.

But their boss remained impassive, like it had nothing to do with him.

Shen Gali said flatly, "No special reason. Just because we want to be happy."

As soon as he said this, Evan was silently cheering him on.

Walker was puzzled: "Happy?"

Shen Gali slowly raised one arm, pointing to the spot behind his armpit: "When I wear a suit, it's tight here. Uncomfortable."

The leaders couldn't watch anymore. Yes, it's uncomfortable, but you don't say that in front of the distinguished guests! crying cat meme

Shen Gali continued, "Work is already painful enough. Having to wear uncomfortable clothes on top of that—the question I ask myself most every day isn't how to work harder, but..."

He sighed: "Do I even need this job?"

Dead silence. Complete silence.

The leaders' despairing expressions formed a stark contrast with Walker's widening eyes.

I wanted a respectable suit-and-tie job to change my future, but why has this suit become a shackle on my fate?

Shen Gali looked at Walker's tight suit and asked, "Don't you find it uncomfortable? Can you even breathe in that?"

He pointed to his own neck.

The old man's lips were trembling. He was so sad he could hardly breathe.

He had been slower to develop than his peers since childhood, his IQ not keeping up. Every time he went to etiquette class, the royal teachers would beat his palms because he couldn't tie a tie or button his suit properly. He swore that one day he would stand above the rules and change them.

Maybe he still hadn't risen high enough; he was still bound by the rules, shackled by this damn suit.

Maybe he had asked a very foolish question—why employees didn't wear formal wear.

The answer was too simple: because they wanted to be happy, because they didn't want to be tied down.

Walker was sad that he couldn't even see such a simple answer. Time marched on, and he was forced to run after it, bound by these rules. The high degree of social conditioning had made him forget his beloved baseball jacket, forget his original dreams.

The old man let out a wail and burst into tears, throwing his arms around Shen Gali, smearing his tears and snot all over Shen Gali's shoulder.

Shen Gali: ...

Don't do this.

The leaders were stunned speechless, frantically comforting Walker, apologizing nonstop for the lousy hospitality.

Walker wiped his tears and said to his assistant, "Now, go to the hotel and bring me my treasures."

Thirty minutes later.

The assistant returned with two pieces of clothing. Walker took them, his aged fingers trembling as they caressed the fine stitches, tears glistening in his lashes.

He handed one to Evan, and in full view of everyone, they both shook the clothes open.

A purple crew-neck baseball jacket, with their two headshots printed on the chest, below which was a large line of English text reading "Rosander", and next to it numbers representing their rank in the family...

Everyone: ...

The two took off their suit jackets and put on the family outfit that felt oddly off, their faces flushed red.

Walker said, "Actually, last time downtown Jinhai, I saw a family wearing this kind of custom family outfit, and I thought it was very cute. I had a set made on the sly, but I was too embarrassed to wear it out. Today I finally mustered the courage. Everyone, what do you think?"

Everyone was reluctant to say it, but it was actually very tacky.

Walker insisted on asking Shen Gali, "Mr. Shen, what do you think?"

Shen Gali: "How should I put it..."

Any normal person would be embarrassed by this.

He didn't want to make a fuss and simply said, "Cool, and very cute."

Wearing his beloved baseball jacket, Walker suggested that everyone take a group photo at the company entrance, and insisted on striking tricky poses with the executives, forming a five-pointed star shape in the middle of a busy commercial district, ignoring the weird stares from passersby...

The executives: Damn, please don't ever come again.

But old Walker's face lit up with a smile he hadn't shown since he was six.

The vow from childhood was fulfilled in another form.

Before leaving, Walker sat in the car, holding Shen Gali's hand and unwilling to let go: "My life mentor, would you like to come back to the UK with me? I have a thousand-acre garden in London, growing all kinds of rare plants..."

Shen Gali pulled his hand back and slammed the door: "Take care, no need to see you off."

Don't think you can trick me into going there as free labor.

The car slowly started, and Walker and Evan reluctantly stuck their heads out, waving their arms: "Thank you all, we had a great time today. See you next time."

Yu Jinzhu and Nan Feiyao, along with a group of reporters, stood there in the wind, looking utterly bewildered.

Shen Gali is absolutely a beast.

When the reporter posted this group photo online, Shen Gali's Weibo account shot up like a rocket, adding millions in just a few hours.

"Li Bao is not a life mentor, but a tamer, right? No matter how stubborn an old man, in his hands he becomes as obedient as a puppy."

"Haha, mysterious for years and no one paid attention, once they pull a five-star pose, the whole world knows. The Rosander Family, dominating the globe, has thus entered the public eye. To be honest, this foreign grandpa is adorable."

"Li Li's sweater is so beautiful. How can a man wear dark red and still look so good!"

"I love this man so much, but he's not mine, I'm so sad T_T"

"Hubby!!! [Shouting] You are so beautiful! Can you drop the link to your sweater?"

*

"Soup's here~" Uncle Li trotted over with a steaming pot of chicken soup.

After Shen Gali and Nan Liujing settled down at Bai Wei's house, Uncle Li, not wanting to miss out, asked to come over, and after visiting, he also ended up staying.

But Bai Wei's house didn't have extra beds, so he had to make do with the sofa.

The dining table for four felt just like a family reunion dinner, an ordinary day bustling like the New Year.

"Cheers—Congratulations to my son-in-law for successfully securing the cooperation with Rosander, and here's to Huanhai Group's continued success and bright future—" Bai Wei raised her glass and said joyfully.

Nan Liujing clinked glasses: "Thank you, mother-in-law. Also, congratulations to you for your hard work paying off, finding your own child."

Uncle Li beamed: "Now the internet is blowing up over this. That Weibo, wow, couldn't log in for hours, it totally crashed. These days, Ms. Bai probably can't avoid being harassed by reporters."

Bai Wei gave a tight-lipped smile: "I used to really dislike reporters pestering and questioning, but I don't know why, this time I have a lot to say. Speaking of which, this is all thanks to my son-in-law Nan. If he hadn't humbly begged me to come and see Li Li, I wouldn't have had suspicions, and maybe we wouldn't have had today's reunion."

Uncle Li: "Young master? Humbling himself?"

Nan Liujing coughed lightly, lowered his head to hide his slightly flushed cheeks: "Let's eat, the food is getting cold."

"Son-in-law, no need to be embarrassed. Humbling yourself for someone you love is not shameful; it's a sign of a real man. A real man can bend when he needs to." Bai Wei picked up a big chicken leg and put it in Nan Liujing's bowl: "Son-in-law, eat more chicken legs, and recover soon."

Just as they were chatting and laughing, Bai Wei's phone rang.

She picked up her phone and saw it was an unfamiliar local number.

Not many people knew her private number. She thought it might be a relative who forgot to save the number, so she stood up: "You go ahead and eat, I'll take this call."

She went to the room, answered the phone, and as soon as she said "hello," the smile on her face instantly vanished.

"Weiwei, it's me, Yanxiang."

The voice she hadn't heard in twenty years once again dragged memories from the depths of her mind.

Bai Wei's tone was stiff: "What is it?"

Yu Yanxiang on the other end of the line hesitated for a long time before slowly speaking: "Have you been well lately? Is work busy?"

"Don't talk about meaningless things. Just get to the point." Bai Wei interrupted him. "I'm busy, I need to have dinner with my son. They're all waiting for me. Just say it."

Yu Yanxiang let out a long sigh, trying to maintain a smile: "I know making this call is shameless of me. Actually, it's about the child. I've met Jiali; he is a student I greatly admire. What a coincidence that he is my eldest son. But our previous meeting was too rushed, and I didn't get to look at him carefully. Would you be willing... to find a time for the child to meet his biological father?"

"Ask me?" Bai Wei sneered. "I don't want to. I wish he never had a father at all. A father who wasn't there to witness his birth, who was away at a meeting when a nurse swapped him, a father... who never went looking for him in the over twenty years he was separated from his family."

The other end of the line fell silent. Yu Yanxiang wanted to explain that he had unavoidable difficulties at the time, and that he had been looking for his son all along, but as the principal of a school, he had tens of thousands of other kids to look after, and sometimes he simply couldn't find time for personal matters—it was the responsibility of his position.

Since he remained silent, Bai Wei didn't want to argue with him either. She threw out a "If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up," hit end call, and turned off her phone.

Although this call was really a mood killer on such a joyful day, Bai Wei was a classically trained actress. As long as she wanted, she could put on a happy face a hundred different ways.

She sat back at the table and warmly chatted with her son-in-law. Her acting was flawless, but Shen Gali still saw through it.

"Mom, are you unhappy?" Shen Gali stared into her eyes and asked carefully.

Bai Wei's hand holding the chopsticks suddenly paused. In all these years, no one had ever questioned her acting, but in front of her closest family, her little tricks had already fallen apart.

"If you're unhappy, you need to tell me. I've grown up, I can share and solve it with you." Shen Gali held her hand and gently coaxed.

Both Bai Wei and mothers in real life were always like this, insisting on pretending to be impenetrable without any flaws, gritting their teeth and bearing all the pain alone. The mother in that world had left with regrets, and he didn't want the mother in this world to live a life of regret either.

Bai Wei took a deep breath, tried to hold back her tears, and patted her son's hand in a comforting gesture.

"Actually, it's nothing serious. Your father... that is, Principal Yu Yanxiang just called and said he wants to see you."

At these words, everyone's eyes turned to Shen Gali, carefully watching his expression.

Bai Wei smiled relieved: "You've grown up, you have your own family. You can make your own decision. Whether you want to see him or not, I won't interfere with your choice."

Shen Gali looked at her quietly, with calm and undisturbed eyes.