Xu Yi didn't reach out his hand. He just looked at the gift she handed to him coldly, pursed his lips, and said indifferently: "No need, I don't have a father."
The old woman seemed to know what he would say, and did not force him. She slowly put down the gift in her hand and whispered, "Your father hopes that you can go back..."
Xu Yi was full of mockery: "Since he can't give birth, he wants to recognize me, right?"
"Master, please don't say that." The old woman didn't know how to comfort him. After thinking for a while, she said, "It will be good for your own development if you go back. You have been staying here and have suffered a lot. As long as you go back..."
Before she finished speaking, Xu Yi closed his eyes to hide the haze in his eyes, and interrupted her words with the corners of his mouth pulled into a line: "I won't go back."
The old woman was a little hesitant.
He put his hands in his pockets and continued coldly, "Go back and tell him that I don't need him to find someone to teach me, nor do I need his cheap care... I just want him to stop disturbing my life! I'm living a good life now, and my mother and I will live a better life without him!"
"Master..."
Xu Yi didn't want to tangle with her at the entrance of the institute anymore: "I'm leaving, you go back."
The old woman looked helpless and wanted to persuade him but didn't know where to start.
She had no choice but to say to the grown-up young man, "Okay, I'll take the gift away. But young master, the teacher your father arranged for you must continue to teach you, and you should not resist him too much, otherwise your mother will know who found the teacher for you."
Xu Yi looked at her with cold eyes.
The old woman didn't have the heart to do this, but she had no way to change the status quo: "Your father won't allow you to drive the teacher away. If you want to protect your mother from being provoked, please be patient..."
"I understand." Xu Yi waved his hand, signaling her to leave.
The old woman put the gifts she had brought back into the car, opened the door and got in.
Xu Yi saw her get into the car, watched her fasten her seat belt, then turned and walked towards the research institute.
As he walked back, he didn't see the driver in the car turn around and whisper to the old woman in confusion: "Butler Lai, why don't you want to recognize your ancestors and return to your roots!" "Okay, stop talking." The old woman obviously knew some inside information. Seeing the thin back of the young man, she felt distressed and murmured in a low voice: "He has suffered a lot with his mother since he was a child. It's reasonable that he doesn't want to go back."
The driver still didn't understand why Xu Yi didn't want to acknowledge his father.
The old woman was obviously in a bad mood. She raised her hand and told him, "Let's go."
She also had to go back and report to Quentin, and also report on the young master's learning progress during this period...
The day before yesterday, the teacher told him about the distribution of power of the hidden families, but I don’t know how much the young master listened to.
The old woman did not linger any longer: "The young master does not like us to disturb his life, let's go."
The driver didn't dare to ask more questions. He turned the car around and slowly drove away from the entrance of the institute.
Because they were driving a Passat, not many people noticed them. The black sedan was so low-key that it seemed as if it had never appeared, and no one paid any attention to it.
On the other side of the road, a man in the driver's seat of a silver Phaeton rolled down his window and watched the black car pass by him...
He opened the door and got out of the car, leaning against the side of the car, lowering his head slightly and sending a message to the first person on his WeChat list.
The sun shines obliquely on him, outlining his broad shoulders and slender neck. The azure shirt on him makes him look just right, calm and noble, like a landscape painting that stands out from the crowd...
The third most beautiful thing in Beijing.
Ye Wangchuan.
(End of this chapter)