C7 I Felt like I Was Struck by Lightning

Ye Junhao couldn't help but ruminate over various possibilities, given the icy state of his marriage.

After expressing his gratitude, Ye Junhao fell silent, his gaze fixed intently on Mu Chuchen. The oppressive quietude left Mu Chuchen feeling uneasy, prompting her to break the silence. "Where are you planning to take Mu?"

Ye Junhao merely pursed his lips in response.

"Is Mu feeling unwell?" Mu Chuchen speculated.

She quickly stepped forward and reached out to touch Ye Mu's forehead. Her swift action caught both father and son off guard, and before they could react, her delicate hand had already checked Ye Mu's temperature. Confirming that her son was fever-free, she withdrew her hand, and only then did they process what had happened.

The little one frowned, rubbing the spot his mother had touched as if to soothe a sense of injustice.

He felt slighted by his mother's surprise touch.

"I'm taking Mu to Jun's Hotel for a business meeting," Ye Junhao finally spoke, feeling the need to clear the air and prevent her from worrying unnecessarily.

Realization dawned on Mu Chuchen, and she quickly offered with a smile, "I'll accompany you."

Ye Junhao hesitated, "...Chuchen, Director Shang is temperamental and a significant client for Jun's. Please don't cause any trouble. If there's any damage, the losses could be astronomical."

Mu Chuchen felt a pang of hurt, her eyes conveying her distress to Ye Junhao, who invariably softened at the sight. She knew that if it weren't for her soul persisting after her death in a past life, witnessing Ye Junhao's care in handling her last rites and his sleepless vigil, she might have doubted his affection for her.

To avoid being swayed by her expression, Ye Junhao averted his gaze.

With him looking away, Mu Chuchen earnestly assured, "Jun Hao, I promise not to cause any disruption. If I do, I'll cover any losses your company incurs."

Ye Junhao really wanted to ask, "Can you afford the consequences?" But the words never left his lips; he didn't want to hurt her feelings.

Despite Ye Junhao's reluctance to take Mu Chuchen along to meet a client, her persistence was unyielding. She was like a piece of sticky candy, completely ignoring Ye Junhao's stern expression as she made her way into his private car.

Once inside the car, Ye Mu didn't want to sit next to his mother. Ye Junhao, as if it were the most natural thing, sat beside Mu Chuchen. The little one nestled against his father, occasionally peeking out at Mu Chuchen. Each time their gazes met, she would offer him a gentle smile.

"Jun Hao, why don't you have some soup first?" Mu Chuchen suggested, retrieving the lunchbox from Ye Junhao, lifting the lid, and reaching for the spoon to feed him. Ye Junhao was so startled that he nearly flung open the car door to escape.

"I can do it myself," he insisted, hastily taking the spoon and lunchbox from her.

Ignoring the fact that the soup was still piping hot, he drank directly from the lunchbox, foregoing the spoon altogether. He had expected it to be an ordeal, but upon tasting it, he found it surprisingly delicious.

Little Ye Mu watched his father drink the soup with growing enthusiasm, his own mouth watering. His large, luminous eyes shone with longing. Perhaps sensing the intensity of his son's yearning gaze, Ye Junhao paused his drinking and met those eager eyes.

Ye Junhao realized it wasn't quite right to continue drinking from the lunchbox, making it difficult to share with his son. With a tender and apologetic stroke on his son's head, he promised, "Mu, next time, we'll savor it together, I promise."

For now, he savored the moment alone. Reflecting on the privilege of enjoying the soup personally prepared by Chuchen, Ye Junhao felt the flavor deepen, as sweet as honey, leaving a trace of sweetness in his soul.

After Ye Junhao had finished his soup, Mu Chuchen tenderly wiped his mouth with a tissue, her touch delicate and considerate.

Ye Junhao was taken aback, as if hit by a bolt of lightning.