Chapter 837: Distrust

Gray smiled, as if he was in a good mood. “Young Master, didn’t you watch today’s wedding live broadcast?”

Zhuang Qilin had slept for the entire day. Why would he watch a livestream?

Hearing this, he quickly took out his iPad from his bag to search for the news.

The news today was very lively. He casually clicked on a headline with the words “Bruce” and “Wedding”. Zhuang Qilin lowered his head and quickly browsed through it. He put down his phone and his mood brightened. So that was the case! So they weren’t really getting married!

Zhuang Qilin couldn’t help but smile.

After entering the house, Zhuang Qilin saw Zhuang Long busy in the kitchen.

Zhuang Long had taken off his suit jacket and was only wearing a black shirt and trousers. He had his back to Zhuang Qilin and was chopping vegetables. Zhuang Qilin looked as if he had seen a ghost.

Damn!

What did he see!

Quietly, he tugged at Butler Gray’s shirt. Keeping his eyes on the man in the kitchen, he asked Gray in a low voice, “Are we going to have Dad’s cooking tonight?”

Gray nodded.

Zhuang Qilin began to think about whether there was a medicinal shop nearby. After dinner, he would buy two boxes of digestive pills to chew on.

“Isn’t Grandma at home? Why isn’t she the one cooking? Even if she’s busy, there’s still a chef who can cook. Why does it have to be Dad who cooks?!” Wasn’t he treating his life like nothing?

Before Gray could answer Zhuang Qilin’s question, Zhuang Long heard his voice. Zhuang Long turned around, still holding a kitchen knife. He gazed at Zhuang Qilin with a… gentle gaze. That gaze made Zhuang Qilin’s scalp tingle.

“Baby, you’re here. Go wash your hands first. The meal won’t be ready for a while. You can go upstairs to play with your mother or your grandmother. Your grandmother is at Grandpa Jimmy’s house next door.”

Zhuang Qilin was thunderstruck by Zhuang Long’s words.

Ever since he was young, Zhuang Long had never addressed him in such a mushy manner. When he suddenly heard him call him baby, Zhuang Qilin wondered if Zhuang Long had seen a ghost.

Together, they walked upstairs.

When he opened the door to the guest room, he found himself in an empty room. This guest room used to belong to his mother. His father had said that his mother was upstairs. If she was no longer in the room, where could she be? Could she be in his room? Zhuang Qilin walked towards his room. He had completely ignored his father’s room on the third floor.

It was obvious that Zhuang Qilin would not find Xiao Li in his room.

He couldn’t help but wonder.

Where had Mom gone?

There were especially many rooms in Zhuang Long’s house. There were more than ten on the second floor alone. The third floor was also very large. However, there was only one room, and that was Zhuang Long’s master bedroom. Apart from that, the other rooms had all been designed as Zhuang Long’s study, collection room, cloakroom, private theater, and a chat room specially used for private guests.

Zhuang Qilin searched the entire second floor, but he could not find Xiao Li. In the end, he went to the third floor in disbelief.

When he pushed open Zhuang Long’s door, Zhuang Qilin did not expect anything.

Subconsciously, he had thought that it was impossible for his mother to stay in his father’s room.

However, when he pushed the two doors open with great force, he was stunned to see Xiao Li, who was sitting on the chaise longue in Zhuang Long’s room, applying nail polish.

His mouth fell open. He looked at Xiao Li, speechless.

Hearing footsteps, Xiao Li knew that Zhuang Qilin had arrived.

She wasn’t in a hurry to look up. Instead, she carefully arranged the patterns on her big toes before looking up at him.

Xiao Li’s gaze was quite calm. She could tell that Zhuang Qilin seemed to be a little surprised. Xiao Li herself found it strange. “What’s wrong? Why do you look like this?”

Zhuang Qilin walked slowly towards Xiao Li.

He pinched Xiao Li’s calf.

Xiao Li hurriedly slapped him away and scolded, “Little bastard.”

This person was real.

Only then did Zhuang Qilin sit down by Xiao Li’s feet. He looked down at the beautifully painted toes and had a huge question mark in his heart. He moved his butt. “Why are you in Dad’s room?” Zhuang Qilin really couldn’t help but ask.

Only then did Xiao Li understand what Zhuang Qilin’s expression just now meant.

She was still a little embarrassed. She groaned, unable to speak.

Zhuang Qilin leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, putting on the airs of an adult.

He said, “Miss Lawson, if I remember correctly, you should be with Bruce right now. Why are you here?”

Xiao Li glanced at him coldly and said, “If I remember correctly, someone said this morning that he wasn’t feeling well and needed to rest for a day. Then, Young Master, why are you here?”

Zhuang Qilin snorted. “I’m here to visit my father.”

Xiao Li snorted and said, “I’m here to see the person I like.”

The mother and son looked at each other, looking as if they wanted to draw their swords.

In the end, it was Xiao Li who gave in. She rubbed her nose awkwardly and smiled awkwardly. “Bruce and I weren’t really married. Your Aunt Julia didn’t die either, but she became a vegetable. Julia was the one who married Bruce.”

“Oh.” Zhuang Qilin’s tone was indifferent, as if he didn’t care.

Xiao Li, who knew Zhuang Qilin well, understood that his son harbored deep resentment.

“I didn’t tell you because your Uncle Bruce and I both think that you’re still young. If you know, your father will definitely know as well. When that happens…”

“Heh…” Zhuang Qilin chuckled. “Then you really know me well.”

He said self-deprecatingly, “Not only will I tell Dad, but I’ll also go to the Lawson family and tell Louis your true purpose. Then, I’ll wait for you to be completely tortured by Louis. The more miserably you’re tortured, the happier I’ll be…” Although he was spouting vicious words, Zhuang Qilin’s blue eyes turned red.

Towards the end, he choked. “You just don’t trust me… I’m your son. I should have been your most trustworthy person in the world, but you hid it from me…” At the mention of his broken heart, Zhuang Qilin couldn’t help but stand up and run downstairs.

Xiao Li lowered his head, his face full of guilt.

After a long time, Zhuang Long came upstairs.

Xiao Li stood behind the window of his room and looked down at Zhuang Qilin, who was venting his anger alone in the courtyard behind. Zhuang Qilin was holding a small stone in his hand and hitting the green oranges on the orange tree. Xiao Li kept feeling that he was one of those oranges.

“Perhaps you should apologize to him.” Zhuang Long hugged her from behind.

Xiao Li looked up at him and asked, “Did I really do something wrong?”

Zhuang Long raised his eyebrows. He said, “I won’t comment on whether you did anything wrong. After all, you have your own considerations. But Qilin is right. He’s your son. He should be the person you trust the most, but you hid it from him. He’s angry that you don’t trust him. This is very hurtful to him. No matter what you do, whether you’re right or wrong, you can lower yourself to apologize to the child.”

“After all, during this period of time, he has been living on tenterhooks.”