Uncle Yucheng was thinking about something and was so obsessed with it. He even asked to play chess with him. He had been setting up the chessboard for a long time, so why didn't he come over?
Several times, he wanted to call him out loud, but every time the words came to his lips, he still hesitated and took them back.
Uncle Yucheng might be thinking about something important. If he disturbs him now, what if he gets angry?
Judging from how Uncle Yucheng looks now, he seems to be in a bad mood.
He pursed his lips, tilted his head and hesitated for a while, before deciding to sit on the bed and wait for Uncle Yucheng to finish thinking about the matter.
At this time, in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Jun Yucheng held an investigation report faxed from his assistant in his hand, and this investigation report completely verified his guess.
He held the report in one hand and a glass of red wine in the other hand, but he never drank a sip. He just squinted his eyes and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window without saying a word.
He didn't know what kind of mood he was feeling, including ecstasy, excitement, self-blame, gratitude, and loss.
What made him ecstatic was that the child behind him who had been calling him Uncle Yucheng was really his son. The son who had been away from him for six years was the child he originally asked Ji Ran to abort.
What he blames himself for is that back then, he did not hesitate to kill the cute and smart boy behind him.
He was supposed to be the young master of his Jun family who was loved by all, a treasure with a silver spoon in his mouth, a treasure in fine clothes and fine food, but he had been left living outside these years.
What he was grateful for was that Ji Ran still protected his son, his precious son, for him back then. But what was disappointing was that Ji Ran never told him about the existence of this child in the past six years.
Even though he was right in front of her, she never thought about letting them recognize each other as father and son.
She made him mistakenly believe that the child was born to someone else, and she made him crazy jealous, jealous of the man he didn't need to be jealous of.
But should he blame her?
It was he who didn't want this child, and he was the one who kicked her out of the Jun family. Who did he have to accuse her of not telling him all this?
His heart felt like it was being gouged out again and again by a sharp weapon, and the pain was so painful that he did not dare to act rashly.
The red wine in his hand made a harsh sound when he squeezed it. He seemed to be enduring something, but refused to let himself make a sound.
"Uncle Yucheng, have you thought about things?"
Finally, a little guy who was impatient with waiting began to protest softly, "If you don't come over, I will fall asleep waiting."
There was a hint of dissatisfaction in the milky voice of protest.
At the same time, it also allowed Jun Yucheng to come back to his senses from his own struggling emotions.
The corners of his lips curled up lovingly, and he turned around and walked back from the window.
The little guy raised his head and looked at him, his dark eyes moving flexibly, waiting for his answer.
At this moment, there was an obvious palpitation in his heart, and there was a rare movement in his eyes. He squatted down in front of the little guy.
I stretched out my hand and lovingly held the little one in my arms. At that moment, I felt a sense of fear and emotion in my heart.
The little guy was confused by Jun Yucheng's rare behavior.
When he felt that Jun Yucheng was holding him tighter and tighter, making him breathless, he asked with some worry: