Little wild cat, do you love me?

"Mingxuan." Lin Yicheng turned his back to Yi Mingxuan, looked down at the family portrait in the book, and called, with a trace of sadness in his eyes, and a trace of aging on his handsome features.

Yi Mingxuan responded, "Well, Dad?"

"What do you think of that Zheng Jiaqi? Your mother and I are very satisfied with her. Are you dating?" Lin Yisheng said lightly, "The Zheng family and our Lin family are pretty close friends, and that girl is also good. I hope you can date together. .With the help of the Zheng family's financial resources, we will have a chance of winning if we suppress the Dongfang and Han families."

Yi Mingxuan glanced at the floor, his thin lips parted slightly, and his phoenix pupils were calm, "I have no feelings for her, and if I want to get help from the Zheng family, I can use other methods..."

"At the beginning, your mother and I didn't have any feelings. It's not because you gave birth to your brother. Now we are living well." Lin Yicheng smiled, closed the book in his hands heavily, and put it on the bookshelf.Turning around, Li Mu met Yi Mingxuan's eyes, "Or do you have someone you like? As long as you tell who you like, I won't talk about you and that Zheng Jiaqi anymore."

Yi Mingxuan was silent, and looked at Lin Yicheng lightly, his phoenix pupil flickered, and his slightly long nails dug into the palm of his hand. "No."

"Is it?"

There was silence in the study for a while, and Yi Mingxuan's slightly hoarse voice said, "Dad, I don't understand what you are saying."

"No, I don't believe you don't understand." Lin Yicheng shook his head, stretched out his palm and patted him on the shoulder, sighed, his eyes suddenly became cold. "Mingxuan, you know what I'm going to say."

Yi Mingxuan lowered his head and remained silent.

"Do you know why I sent you to America when you were as young as 14?"

After a long silence, Yi Mingxuan closed his pupils and opened them suddenly, his face was a little pale, his voice trembling, "...I know. Dad, don't you..."

Lin Yicheng looked at his face, shook his head, with a hint of helplessness and sternness in his eyes. "Mingxuan, I know and understand everything you did in the United States. But you can't stand against the whole family. I don't want my son, my pride, to be far away from my side again... Do you understand?"

"……Understood."

The conversation in the study continued until an hour later, Yi Mingxuan pushed the door and came out of the study, closed the door gently, and walked to Lin Yixuan's room.

The sound of leather shoes colliding with the floor resounded in the empty corridor. Yi Mingxuan saw the heavy rain outside through the window.Slightly drooping eyebrows, a trace of warmth rises in the cold chest.Did he bring an umbrella?

Unknowingly, he walked to the door of Lin Yixuan's room in a daze, staring at the door in a daze.The rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier. Hearing the sound of raindrops falling, Yi Mingxuan's heart became more and more peaceful.

"Master Shao Mingxuan, what are you thinking standing at the door of Young Master Yixuan's room?" Suddenly, Butler Zeng's voice sounded behind him, but Yi Mingxuan didn't feel the slightest bit of fright.

"It's nothing..." Feng Tong opened slightly, revealing a laziness and an unknown emotion. "Uncle Zeng, tell me, if I don't borrow the influence of my family, will I be able to overthrow the Dongfang family and the Han family in three to five years?"

Butler Zeng smiled, and there was a wave of turmoil in his eyes, "This is not necessarily the case. I have been looking at Master Mingxuan for a long time. You are in a bad mood because...Master. Did you say anything?"

Nodding his head, Yi Mingxuan said calmly, "He asked me, do I know why he sent me to the United States when I was 14 years old." After speaking, Yi Mingxuan stretched out his hand and opened the door, and walked in , closed the door behind his back, leaving Butler Zeng standing outside the door and sighing.Didn't he know why Yi Mingxuan was sent to the United States?

After looking at the familiar furnishings in the room, Yi Mingxuan sighed and lay down on Lin Yixuan's bed.Pulling over the soft quilt, it seemed that there was still his residual warmth and smell, Yi Mingxuan closed his eyes, the melancholy between his brows disappeared, and fell into a deep sleep, like a child.

Could he still be unable to escape his fate after all... No, the theory of fate is just an excuse for the loser.

The rain outside the window was still pattering, and the rain wet the floor-to-ceiling windows and the servant's clothes.

In the study room, the man was still standing there, staring at the thick book with a brown cover in his hand, except that there was a picture of a woman inside.The young woman in the photo, with willow brows and beautiful eyes, exuded a soft temperament all over her body, she was a classical beauty, sick and beautiful.

Gently touching the photo with thick fingers, Lin Yicheng took a deep breath, with sadness in his eyes.With trembling lips, she kissed the photo, and said softly, "Qing'er... all these years, where are you, I've been looking for you so hard..."

After a long time, he closed the book and put it back on the shelf, with a hint of cruelty flashing in his eyes.

Mingxuan, don't blame me, no matter what, I will not let my son go astray and repeat the same mistakes.Of course, I also hope that you can live up to my hopes...