A Hidden Pampered Marriage: Boss’ Beloved Wife-Chapter 297 - : When Will You Pick Me Up?

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Chapter 297: When Will You Pick Me Up?

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

“I can’t.” Xiao Yichen’s simple words revealed his unwavering determination. “Dad, he’s your brother, but he’s not my uncle.”

With that, Xiao Yichen got up and headed upstairs to his room.

In the mansion, there was a room for him. But he had never spent a night in this room in these five years.

While watching his son leave, Xiao Shengdong muttered, “My child, I’m doing this for your good. You can’t win against that old fox, Xiao Hairong.”

Five years ago, after Xiao Yichen was forced to anger, he used the most dangerous and vicious means to retaliate against Xiao Hairong. Although Xiao Yichen was safe and Xiao Hairong’s life was on the line, he knew very well that one day, Xiao Hairong would come to take revenge. At that time, Xiao Yichen would be in danger.

He hoped that Xiao Yichen would let go. If he agreed, Xiao Shengdong was willing to go overseas to meet Xiao Hairong and negotiate with him, but…

During lunch, Xiao Yichen and his parents chatted about various news topics.

Suddenly, Ning Yan mentioned, “Yichen, I forgot to tell you. Your second sister called the day before yesterday and said she’ll be back next Tuesday. You can pick her up then!”

“Okay,” Xiao Yichen replied. He welcomed his second sister’s return.

“Alright, then, I won’t care. You don’t have to go to the office that day. After you pick up your sister, come home for dinner. We’ll have a family reunion dinner,” Ning Yan suggested happily.

“Okay…” Xiao Yichen nodded, keeping his responses brief.

Upon noticing her son’s cold expression, Ning Yan refrained from pushing further. She changed the topic carefully and said, “Yichen, look… Lin Wan hasn’t been back for many years. You can’t live alone like this. Why don’t you find another…”

Before Ning Yan could complete her sentence, Xiao Yichen glared at her, halting her words.

Ning Yan immediately stopped talking, understanding that the mention of Lin Wan had been taboo for her son for the past five years. She had thought of it just now and wanted to ask tentatively.

“Find another woman?” Xiao Yichen repeated his mother’s words, continuing to stare at her. “Who can I look for? Wang Wan? Li Wan?”

“No, no,” Ning Yan responded with a forced smile. “Yichen, this is just my suggestion. If you don’t agree, I won’t insist. I can inquire within the circle of wealthy families to find a suitable match for you.”

“Mom, there’s no need for you to worry.” Xiao Yichen abruptly interrupted his mother’s words.

“If you desire to have a grandson, I can find a woman tonight to bear one for you,” Xiao Yichen declared, throwing down his chopsticks and abruptly standing up to leave.

“Yichen, I didn’t mean to…” Ning Yan tried to stop her son, but watching him leave, she couldn’t detain him.

“You!” Xiao Shengdong glared at Ning Yan angrily. “You know you can’t mention Lin Wan, but you still want to.”

“I’m just concerned. It’s been five years. If that woman wanted to return, she would have done so by now. It’s not good for her to delay Yichen like this!” Ning Yan defended herself. free(w)ebnovel.com

Xiao Yichen drove back to Blue Bay villa, his thoughts consumed by the woman who had left him.

It had been five years. Five long years!

Even so, she had never initiated divorce proceedings.

Upon entering the villa, Xiao Yichen went straight to the wine cabinet, grabbed a bottle and glasses, and sat in the living room, drowning his sorrows in one glass after another.

Alcohol served as his anesthetic, but the more intoxicated he became, the clearer his mind grew.

As evening fell, Xiao Yichen, inebriated, lay on the sofa when he faintly heard his phone ringing.

Xiao Yichen slowly woke up, fumbling for his phone. He answered the call, placing it near his ear.

“Yichen,” Bai Lu’s voice came from the phone. “We’re going to the banquet at 8.00 pm.. When will you pick me up?”𝒻𝓇𝘦𝘦𝘸𝘦𝘣𝘯𝑜𝓋𝘦𝑙.𝒸𝑜𝓂