C15 The Director Ye Taught Her How to be a Good Wife

"No, Mom."

Ye Mu tearfully protested.

"How can Mu say he doesn't want his mother? Whether she's good or bad, she's still your mother," Ye Junhao gently reprimanded his son. "You shouldn't say you don't want your mother, especially not in front of her."

Ye Mu sulked.

He just didn't like his mother.

She was bad!

Ye Junhao attempted to explain to his son, "Mu, if Mom becomes better, we need to welcome her back and give her a chance to make amends."

Ye Junhao wasn't actually sure if Mu Chuchen would improve.

The morning's events felt surreal to him.

How could a two-year-old possibly grasp such concepts?

In his innocent voice, Ye Mu insisted, "Mommy bad."

Ye Junhao was at a loss for words...

The damage that woman had inflicted on his son was too profound.

Exiting the office building, Ye Junhao carried his son towards his car. The driver, seeing them approach, promptly opened the door.

Once inside, Ye Junhao commanded in a stern tone, "Head to the pedestrian street to pick up my wife."

The driver acknowledged and set off.

About ten minutes later, Ye Junhao's private car pulled up at the entrance to the pedestrian street.

Ye Junhao had already spotted Mu Chuchen, laden with bags, scanning the area, trying to spot his car among the others.

She couldn't even recognize his car.

The affection Ye Junhao had felt earlier was quickly dissipating.

The driver stopped right in front of Mu Chuchen, who only then recognized Ye Junhao's private car.

She beamed a smile, approached the car with her bags, and opened the rear door, loading her shopping inside while addressing the father and son, "You finally made it. I was starting to think you weren't going to pick me up."

Ye Junhao's expression was stern. As Chuchen climbed into the car, Ye Mu, who had been seated, hurriedly clambered onto his father's lap.

"Uncle Zhang, we can go now," Mu Chuchen instructed the driver.

Then she reached into a bag, pulled out a suit, and offered it to Ye Junhao, "Jun Hao, I bought this suit for you. What do you think? Do you like it?"

Ye Junhao gave it a cursory glance and grunted in acknowledgment.

Mu Chuchen was dissatisfied with his noncommittal response and pressed further, "Do you actually like it?"

"It's fine, I don't dislike it."

Mu Chuchen studied him as Ye Junhao bowed his head, feigning interest in their son.

"The car's too cramped. Try it on at home to see if it fits."

Ye Junhao was a man of deep thoughts, and Mu Chuchen found his mind impenetrable. She resigned to placing the clothes back in the bag, shifted her hips, and scooted closer to Ye Junhao. Now in close proximity, he could catch the subtle scent emanating from her.

It wasn't the aroma of perfume.

She wasn't fond of perfumes.

Her fragrance was the natural scent of a woman.

"Jun Hao, you must be tired. Let me hold Mu for a while," Mu Chuchen offered considerately.

"I want Daddy," little Ye Mu protested, brushing aside Chuchen's outstretched hand.

"Mu, I'm your mommy. How about a hug from mommy? Daddy's really tired. Come here, let mommy hold you," Chuchen coaxed gently, not taking offense.

Ye Junhao neither intervened nor volunteered to pass their son to her. His dark, piercing eyes glinted with intensity as they fixed on Chuchen, as if trying to dissect her very thoughts.

She attempted to pick up their son but failed. Her delicate, fair hands brushed against his larger ones now and then.

The look in Ye Junhao's eyes grew increasingly intense.

Unaware of his scrutiny, Mu Chuchen persisted.

When her son once again deflected her hand, she inadvertently placed it on Ye Junhao's thigh.

She sensed him tense up at the contact.

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Mu Chuchen couldn't resist the urge to tease. She smiled and suggested, "Jun Hao, how about I give you a massage?"

At her words, every nerve in Ye Junhao's body seemed to spring to attention.