Chen Mo was surprised to hear the comforting tone in the voice, and chuckled, "Maybe."
But he really doesn't need it.
The car drove smoothly all the way to the villa area.
Chen Mo got out of the car, but was stopped at the gate.
The security guard at the gatehouse looked him up and down, seemingly trying to determine the value of his attire, before saying, "Your information isn't in the check-in log. Please register."
Chen Mo was not surprised.
Mingjing Bay is very large. Since the day he moved in, he has been getting in and out of the house in his car.
The Yang couple were busy with countless affairs of state. Yang Shule, who couldn't eat after learning her true identity, was not someone they needed to worry about. It would be strange if Chen Mo remembered such a trivial matter.
After registering, I entered the gate.
It took about ten more minutes to get to the entrance of the Yang family's three-story villa.
The entrance is bustling right now.
The scene was exactly the same as in my previous life.
The Yang family, along with the kitchen staff, sprinklers, servants, and drivers—a total of about a dozen people—were currently crowding the entrance.
The central figure is about 1.75 meters tall.
His naturally yellowish curly hair, big eyes, and a few freckles on his face made him look youthful even when he was angry.
"Give it to me!" He stood there, his neck red with anger.
The housekeeper, Xu, who was in his fifties, immediately moved his suitcase back a bit, looking rather helpless. "Xiao Le, stop fooling around, you're still sick."
A middle-aged man two meters away, seemingly angry, said, "Let him go! Let's see how long he can keep up this fuss."
"Yang Qi'an, are you crazy?" The well-maintained woman next to him, wearing a pearl necklace, looked anxious. "The doctor already said he has low blood sugar. He's never even washed a dish since he was a child. How can he live outside!"
Yang Shule's eyes welled up with tears from Yang Qi'an's sarcastic remark. He suddenly shouted, "I'm not your biological son! I have no face to stay here!"
The scene fell silent for a moment.
Zhou Yaoqiong burst into tears on the spot: "You were sickly when you were little and always had to take medicine. We raised you with great difficulty, and this is how you break our hearts?"
"Mom," Yang Shule cried as well, "I heard it all. Chen Mo used me as leverage, otherwise he wouldn't let the lawsuit be dropped. Dad is working overtime every day for the company. I don't want this. Many people say that I stole everything that your son already had. Can't I just give it back to him?!"
"Alright, alright." Yang Qi'an, as a father, patted his son's shoulder. "Just listen to those words and forget about them."
Yang Shule: "But Chen Mo is your biological son. If he can't tolerate me, you will keep arguing."
Yang Qi'an: "He was angry at the time, and we will explain the matter to him naturally."
Zhou Yaoqiong: "Yes, Lele, in your parents' hearts, you are all the same, you are all your parents' children."
“It’s different.” Yang Shule shook her head and backed away. “I know, it’s different now.”
They retreated halfway.
Yang Zhi supported him from behind.
Yang Zhi, who had already entered society, was even taller than Yang Qi'an.
He frowned, looking at Yang Shule with teary eyes, and said in a lecturing tone, "Look at yourself."
"What do you know!" Yang Shule punched Yang Zhi in the arm, her eyes reddening again. "It didn't happen to you, so of course you can talk so easily!"
What a touching family farce!
A stern father, a gentle and kind mother, a silent and reliable older brother, and a seemingly boisterous but actually considerate youngest son.
Almost everyone who saw this scene would think, "If it weren't for Chen Mo, what a harmonious and happy family this would be."
Unfortunately, what this world lacks most is "what if".
Just then, someone suddenly said, "Chen Mo is back."
All eyes turned to the back.
Chen Mo then stepped forward.
Standing at the front, Yang Zhi subconsciously pulled Yang Shule behind him, perhaps without even realizing the underlying wariness in his gesture. Yang Zhi simply had a clear sense of self-preservation; he knew his younger brother was just spoiled and would be no match for someone as formidable as Chen Mo.
To everyone's surprise, Chen Mo walked right through, completely ignoring everyone.
"Wait!" Yang Zhi called out to him, frowning. "Didn't you see Mom and Dad? Didn't you even say hello? And you didn't reply to my messages or answer my calls last night. What are you trying to do?"
Chen Mo stopped in his tracks and raised an eyebrow.
He glanced back at Yang Zhi, then nodded to Yang Qi'an and Zhou Yaoqiong: "Dad, Mom."
The Yang couple were both somewhat stunned.
This was the first time Chen Mo had called out "Dad" and "Mom" since he returned.
There was no joyous reunion as I had imagined , nor any touching sense of family reunion.
There was only endless awkwardness, silence, and discomfort.
The servants nearby were whispering amongst themselves.
"Now that he knows how to call us Mom and Dad, he's finally doing it."
"They must have come back specifically to kick someone when they're down."
"Is Xiao Le really leaving? I see her luggage is all packed."
"The husband and wife will not allow it."
"Besides, there's also the eldest son. He dotes on his younger brother the most and won't let him be bullied."
...
Chen Mo, who seemed like the type to bully others, turned to Yang Zhi: "I've finished greeting you. Is there anything else?"
"Xiao Mo." Zhou Yaoqiong suddenly took two steps forward and grabbed him.
She was born into wealth and had never suffered hardship in her life. She was also in great pain when she first learned the truth.
The first time they met in the countryside, they happened to witness Chen Mo fighting with his adoptive father, his eyes looking so fierce it was as if he wanted to kill someone.
He spoke with a local accent.
When carrying water with a ceramic handle, my hands were covered in calluses.
Is this my own son?
She asked herself this question countless times.
But along with the truth came a company crisis and a marriage that had been in trouble for many years.
In particular, the youngest son, whom they raised with great care, seems all the more considerate. He might argue with his parents one second and then turn around and whine and ask for this and that. He is pampered and innocent. On Mother's Day, he will make a handmade gift to make her happy. He might tease his older brother, but when he encounters a problem, he will immediately turn to him for help.