213 Beyond His Control

The man seemed dead set on snatching his mommy from his side.

If he lost his mommy, then he would have nothing left. No! He would not allow that to happen!

D*mn!

With furrowed brows and clenched fists, he rigidly looked into the distance. His shadow contained an indescribable sense of loneliness.

He could not lose his mother…

The call was cut off.

Mu Yazhe raised a brow and erased the call log before dumping the phone on the sofa.

This animosity was a secret between father and son.

He would not let Yun Shishi know of their conversation.

Similarly, that smart kid would hide this from his mother and would pretend to be an innocent and obedient child before her.

When he returned, the woman in the bed was still sound asleep. Deep in her dream, she did not discover the hostile confrontation between the father and son moments ago.

Rolled up in the quilt, she whimpered like a kitten as she unintelligibly talked in her sleep. He reached out to sort the quilt. She sounded a protest, adjusted her sleeping position, and fell into a deep sleep again.

He did it with her in the car when he was drunk. He was intending to continue when they reached the villa, but the fatigue apparent on her exquisite face made him spare her for tonight.

Yun Tianyou's warning reverberated in his ears.

'You'd better not touch her!'

He was like a threatened little beast, full of protective spikes, at such a tender age. He ensured his words and tone were spiteful enough to hurt before he stopped.

Still, he could empathize with the boy. Yun Tianyou might be aloof, but he was, in fact, naïve at heart. For years, she was the only true kin he had in his pure and innocent world.

Only Yun Shishi had provided him meticulous and loving care from her heart.

A six-year-old child, even when well-accomplished, would still be reliant on his mother.

Now that there was a man and a child barging into their world without warning, how could Yun Tianyou take it lying down?

The child sounded guarded and detached on the phone, but he could detect traces of anxiety, helplessness, and even fear in his tone.

In any case, am I really that offensive? he thought to himself, his brows furrowing in resignation.

If he really wanted her, he would not have let her go six years ago.

He knew himself better than anyone else. He was the type who did not warm up to anything easily.

However, once he set his eyes on something, he would not let go.

He was sentimental and not one to forget the past. Still, he also knew that many things were beyond his control despite his rich origin. This was especially true with his elite background as a member of the Mu family. There was just plenty of plotting, scheming, and conspiring going on. One had to be doubly careful in this household.