"I do not have a choice," said Fengmian to his wife while getting dressed.
Your son really doesn't want to leave China. I had a talk with the director of the International Medical Center Beijing, I can start anytime," he said shaking his head.
"I've been meaning to say this for ages that I want us to settle here, Fengmian," Yizuan said while fixing her husband's tie. "For a long time, Quiren was running the factory. The only communication we had with him was through the lawyers who were in charge of finances. Yes, I was really upset when I found out that it was his personal funds that saved the textile mills." But I guess, it's time to bend and swallow my pride a little. And the factory is profitable, still under my name. Maybe we could pay him back now..."
Fengmian gave a hesitant nod. Once more, he was hit with a wave of fear and anxiety.
"And I missed my job terribly, darling..." Yizuan continued. "I'll talk to Quiren one of these days and set a meeting with the board."
"Looks like I can't hold you back, huh?" he said, his throat tight. Ziyuan frowned, meeting his husband's gaze.
"Why would you do that?"
"No. I won't stop you. You inherited the company from your grandfather and and even though Quiren played a big role in bringing the factory back, it's still yours. He didn't take over, Yizuan. Yes, I guess I owe him that..." he said bitterly. He gave his wife a quick peck on the cheek and grabbed the car keys.
Yizuan walked down with her husband, he was inside the car when she spoke again. "Fengmian..." she called out, and he glanced up from the steering wheel. Lately, she felt like he had been looking older. "I- I feel a bit silly asking this, but are you jealous of Quiren and I meeting again?"
Fengmian reached his wife's nape and planted a soft kiss on her mouth.
"No, honey. I know you love me. I've never doubted that, not even once over the years. And even if you meet again on the island..."
"Then what is it? Why are you anxious these few days? Of course, I know you have a problem with your son. But I feel something different from you..."
"Nothing. We'll talk about it one of these days. In the meantime, watch over your son. Don't let him leave without you..."
"Fengmian, aren't you overre-"
"Yizuan, you know the truth more than anyone else," he interrupted her, his face tense. "So I don't understand why you tolerated your son's obsession with Yibo." He started the car. "Keep an eye on your son!"
Yizuan sighed as she watched her husband drive away. After that, she headed back up the stairs. He met his son who was just coming out of the bathroom and was busy drying his hair.
"I thought you were still asleep, Zhan..."
"Mom, I'm leaving," Zhan replied as he walked into the room, with Yizuan trailing behind. "Do you mind sharing where you're going?"
"Yibo's coming over today, Mom, whether Dad's here or not," Zhan replied as he put on his clothes, sounding pretty determined. "Honestly, I'm just glad Dad left before Yibo gets here. I don't like scenes. I know he'll be upset, and I really don't want to hurt him."
"Do you really love him, sweetheart?"
Zhan looked at his mother "Mom, I do. I love him so. And I am sure of my feelings. What happened between you and Yibo 's father has got nothing to do with us. You said it yourself, you were pressured, you were scared, you had no one to turn to but Yibo's father. That's not what happens to me. We love each other, Mom. And we are going to marry whether Dad likes it or not!"
"You can't marry without his blessings..."
Zhan's face became sad "Mommy, I have always dreamt of my wedding to be perfect. With you and Dad... Please ask Dad not to do this to me. I want you both present when I marry..." Zhan begged.
With a sigh, Yizuan nodded. "I promise to talk to your father..."
Zhan hugged his mother, "Thank you, Mom."
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