Love falls apart only when misunderstandings start between them.This misunderstanding is a terrible thing that drives two people far away from each other.
Wangji got insults and slanders instead of his love.Everyone misunderstands him and forces him...
Yibo stood outside the apartment, heart pounding. His hands were clenched, voice shaky as he called softly,
" Deda....."
He stepped inside.
Across the room, Wang Ji—formerly Lan Zhan—sat surrounded by papers and people, deeply immersed in a meeting. Beside him sat Mrs. Kim, nodding as someone discussed a research project.
But the moment Wang Ji looked up and saw Yibo—his son standing there, eyes red and lips trembling—everything else faded.
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Yibo didn’t wait. He ran.
Straight into his father's arms, crashing into him like a lost child finally found. He wrapped his arms tight around him and buried his face in Wang Ji’s chest.
And Wang Ji didn’t hesitate. He held his son tightly, fingers gripping his back, heart pounding in disbelief.
"I missed you," Yibo choked out. "You’re so strong, deda… I’m sorry, I just—I needed you."
Wang Ji’s arms trembled. He gently pulled back, brushing a hand through Yibo’s hair, voice rough with emotion.
"So, what trouble have you gotten into this time, hmm?"
"No trouble," Yibo sniffled, "I just missed you too much. You’re my everything, deda!"
For a moment, Wang Ji went quiet.
Then he looked around at the people in the room and cleared his throat. "Everyone, please give us a moment."
The members of the research team quietly began to leave. But they glanced at Yibo as they passed, eyes full of curiosity—so this was the scientist Wang Ji’s son.
Yibo ignored them.
He clung harder to his father, tears slipping down his face.
Wang Ji gently rested his forehead against his son’s.
"I missed you too. So much. Don’t ever run from me again. I have no one but you," he whispered.
"I won’t," Yibo promised fiercely, 'Never again. I’m never leaving you."
From nearby, Xuan wiped his eyes.
Mrs. Kim noticed and raised an eyebrow. "Aww, getting emotional, are you?"
Xuan nodded and stepped closer, sniffling. "Can I… hug you too? I just—I got emotional…"
Mrs. Kim stared at him like he’d grown two heads. "Excuse me? You little shameless rascal! Trying to hug an older woman like me when we barely know each other?"
Xuan looked hurt and dramatic. "That’s harsh, Auntie! You're cruel, even though your face looks like an angel’s."
Mrs. Kim rolled her eyes and turned away. "Flirting won’t save you."
