Chapter 205 - Silly?


    “Let me go.”


    After a few minutes had passed, Shang Cijie remainedposed, disying neither tears nor anger.


    Mu Sifa recognized that pushing Shang Cijie too hard could lead to adverse consequences, so he reluctantly relented.


    Shang Cijie sniffled, wiping away his tears while averting his gaze from Mu Sifa.


    Observing this, Mu Sifa''s heart ached once more.


    He gently turned Shang Cijie''s face toward him and helped him dab away the tears at the corners of his eyes, his expression deeply serious.


    In that moment, Shang Cijie felt transported back to five years prior when Mu Sifa oftenforted him and wiped away his tears.


    Mu Sifa softly inquired, “Hungry?” Following the tear-wiping, he tenderly straightened Shang Cijie''s disheveled hair.


    Shang Cijie momentarily froze, but it was a brief pause.


    Lowering his head in silence, Shang Cijie was lost in thought. Just when Mu Sifa believed Shang Cijie might ignore him, Shang Cijie abruptly posed a question, “If I say I''m hungry, will you do anything I ask?” He gazed directly at Mu Sifa.


    Mu Sifa smiled affectionately and replied, “Of course.” He caressed Shang Cijie''s face, his eyes filled with warmth.


    “Very well, I''d like to savor the specialty fried buns from West Street. You can go and fetch them.” Ye Zichen didn''t hold Mu Sifa''s hand, merely regarding him with a cold expression.


    “Alright, I''ll head out now. Wait for me at home for a bit.” Without any objections, Mu Sifa nted a kiss on Shang Cijie''s forehead, then grabbed the car keys and exited the room.


    Shang Cijie seemed uncertain about how to react until Mu Sifa had disappeared.


    The shop he had instructed Mu Sifa to visit was quite distant, and even by car, it would take at least an hour and a half to reach.


    Upon arriving at the airport, he had taken a detour in that direction, but the long lines were discouraging. He waited for less than half an hour but eventually had to abandon the attempt.


    “Is he daft? Leaving without even consulting me?”


    Shang Cijie grumbled in irritation. Nheless, he suddenly hugged his knees, burying his face within them and unable to lift his head for quite some time.


    Although he couldn''t fathom what had just urred, his ears inexplicably flushed crimson. He couldn''t discern whether it was because of Mu Sifa''s recent kiss on his forehead.


    “It''s precisely because he''s a simpleton that he''s my father!”


    Out of the blue, Shang Mingming''s voice emanated from in front of him.


    Shang Cijie raised his head, staring at Shang Mingming with astonishment.


    “What''s the matter? Can''t even recognize your own son? Has he been foolishly kissed?” Shang Mingming yfully climbed onto the bed and teased him.


    “Who, who''s been kissed?” Shang Cijie''s cheeks turned rosy once more. Half of his face was buried in his knees, and his eyes darted guiltily to the side.


    His face was filled with sheer delight, yet he had the audacity to deny it.


    Fortunately, that fatherly scoundrel had not harmed Xiaojie in any way, or else forgiveness would be far from his reach.


    “It''s already 8:30. Didn''t that store im to close at 10 o''clock? Is he nning to relocate his shop or something? He might have locked up long ago!”


    Shang Mingming disyed no concern whatsoever. Instead, he stated it in a detached tone, as if it were a casual remark.


    “That''s his own issue. What does it have to do with me?” Shang Cijie smirked and looked somewhat adorable, much like he did five years ago.


    Suddenly, Shang Mingming chuckled and gave him a yful nudge. “Is your heart racing, Xiaojie? From when Dad kissed your forehead just now.”


    “No, not at all. Whose heart would race?” He promptly denied.


    “Then, Xiaojie, why did you react so dramatically?” His face bore a wide grin, apanied by a mischievous glint.