I was spotted by the heroines while doing the quick-travel mission.

"It's me who doesn't want to see you, it has nothing to do with him." Wen Yu took a deep breath and tried to reason with him calmly. Yuan Li raised his eyebrows and snorted coldly. "I don't believe it."

Seeing that he was unmoved, Wen Yu was too lazy to deal with him anymore, and he didn't drive him away, letting him stick to him like a dog-skin plaster.

"When are we going back? This afternoon?"

"Do you know what else to ask?" Wen Yu raised his hand to stop a taxi and got directly into the passenger seat. Yuan Li, who felt that he could have close contact with people in the last second, suddenly got into the back seat like a frost-bitten eggplant, curled up with his long arms and legs, and stared at the back of the head in the front seat.

Neither of them quarreled again in the taxi. They were unspeakably quiet all the way until they got home. The broken things were replaced with new ones, and there was basically no sign of damage. He stood in the middle of the living room, not as presumptuous as when he first came. He came in a hurry last time, so he had time to glance around the layout of the house. There were traces of the two of them living everywhere. Yuanli was jealous to the point of going crazy, his teeth chattering. He picked up an classical teacup with a painting of plants and flowers on the table and looked at it over and over for a long time.

Wen Yu came down from upstairs carrying a suitcase, and frowned and scolded him when she saw what he was holding.

"Yuanli, let it go."

Yuanli was caught off guard and frightened, and the teacup slipped out of his hand and was about to touch the table, but he caught it quickly and then turned it upside down on the tray.

"Ah... I'll just take a look." He seemed a little reserved, and the words of apology were hard to say. He hesitated for a while and stood a little further away from the coffee table. "Is this, the rotten one... Luo Yan's?"

Wen Yu took a quick look and stuffed the cat, which was twisting and rubbing its legs at his feet, into the airline box, placed it on the suitcase, and dragged it out. "No."

Yuan Li, who had not expected an answer and secretly held a grudge, was no longer gloomy after hearing this. He happily approached him and took his suitcase. "Aren't cats in China not allowed to board planes?"

"It's at my foster friend's place." Wen Yu replied incoherently. He was annoyed by the chattering of the person beside him. He rubbed his wrist for a while and suddenly stopped and turned around. "Wait here, I'll take it over."

Wen Yu picked up the airline case and left quickly, leaving Yuanli to guard the suitcase.

After all the trouble, the two of them got on the plane on time. The flight was not long, and it was just dark when they landed. There were already people waiting to pick them up at the airport. When they saw the two of them, they waved the pick-up sign in their hands very enthusiastically.

"Whose child is this? Why is he following you?"

"Ah?" Wen Yu turned his head in confusion and found that Yuan Li had turned into a teenager without him knowing. His big round eyes pretended to be ignorant and he even blinked when he looked at him. His acting seemed so fake, Wen Yu complained in his heart.

"Well, my colleague's kid, his parents are on a business trip, please let me take care of him."

Yuanli was even happier to see him lie without blushing or beating his heart. On the contrary, the person who heard the words frowned, thinking that this child made people feel uncomfortable. "Ah? Is this child carrying something? It looks weird and creepy."

At this point Wen Yu recalled the tragic scenes that happened many years ago. She lowered her eyes and saw the wound on the back of his hand extending up to the wound hidden in his sleeve, and shook her head.

"Uncle Yan, it's okay. We'll send him back in two days."

The man called Uncle Yan was half-believing and half-doubting, and reached out to pull the luggage over to him. He felt uncomfortable, but it was not easy to show it in front of the children, so he could only bite the bullet and say hello to Yuanli, and then the three of them returned to the villa with their own thoughts.

"grandmother."

The old man had been waiting by the door early in the morning with a cane. The warm yellow light from the lantern shining on his body gave Wen Yu's tense nerves a rare moment of relaxation. He relaxed his brows and walked quickly towards him, bending down and letting the rough palm fall on his head.

"Are you tired? I'll ask the kitchen to make you a bowl of noodles." The old lady looked back and saw the child following closely behind her. She was stunned for a moment, then looked away after a brief silence. "Did you see Dr. Luo? Did you have a fight with him?"

"No, he's on a business trip."

"Whose child is this?"

Before Wen Yu could say anything, Uncle Yan San carried the suitcase over the threshold, clapped his hands and introduced them first. "This is his colleague's child. Come and stay for two days. Madam, you are not in good health. Don't stay outside in the wind all the time."

"Grandma, are you sick again?" Wen Yu held the old lady with one hand and waved to Yuan Li with the other hand. As if a switch was turned on, he quickly followed and held the other side with extra care. He listened to them reminiscing quietly along the way, and looked around with his peripheral vision. Yuan Li was inexplicably proud. It was the first time for him to be "invited" in through the main door.

"Let the child stay in Dr. Luo's room tonight. Everything is ready. You can stay next to grandma. Since you haven't been home for so long, we can have a chat."

"Good grandma."

Yuanli was sent to Luo Yan's room. It had been a long time since the last lingering smell, but she could still smell it. Yuanli walked around the room a little irritably, trying to show weakness and pretend to climb onto Wen Yu's bed as a matter of course. Before she could do anything, she was interrupted by Vianna's call.

"Mother."

Yuanli sat at the table with his phone placed in front of the mirror, looking down at Vianna's slightly haggard face on the screen.

"You don't look well."

"Rui Yin, where are you now and why are you in this state? Are you injured?"

"Yu'er's home." After Yuanli took off his disguise, his shadow on the wall suddenly became taller. After returning to his adult form, Yuanli felt that the sense of restraint had dissipated a lot.

"You become so weak to deceive him? To make him pity you and take you home?" Vianna's face was full of disbelief, and her voice became higher as if she had seen something incredible.

"No, this place is quite special. Some people recognize me. I can't just show up here directly, so I need to disguise myself." Although this was one of the reasons, what Yuanli said was also true. If he didn't do this, he would have fought with the people here before he even entered the house.

"Okay, do you remember what I said?" Vianna held her forehead with her hand, and at Yang Liu's signal, she put aside the matter and brought up something else.

Yuanli was stunned for a moment, then he remembered what Vianna was referring to. He was silent for a few seconds before he spoke with difficulty. "I will consider it carefully. I can't give you an answer now. Mother, can you give me a little more time?"

Viana stared at him for a long time, nodded, and hung up the video call without waiting for Yuanli to speak.

"I told you it would work, right?" Yang Liu leaned against the head of the bed with her arms folded, watching Vianna hang up the phone, and said with a smile.

"It's true that the right to inherit the title is very attractive to him, but it's a pity that he still hesitated." Vianna sat back on the bed with a frown, ruffling her hair in annoyance.

"Let's try it first. As long as we get him out of China and busy, it won't be so easy for him to get in touch with the male protagonist again." Yang Liu smiled and lay down on the bed.

"By the way, I will go and contact the third man tomorrow night to buy some time for that brat. We shouldn't rush back and have a fight again when we meet. We have to be prepared, right? What if that brat is so obsessed with love that he doesn't even want his title?" Yang Liu looked at the chandelier on the ceiling. The shadows were dim and looked like a kaleidoscope of colors in her blurred vision, dazzling her.