Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!

Chapter 1393 - 1434: Dad, I’m Sorry

Xiaocha came up to deliver the meal, the door was not closed, fearing to disturb the sleeping little one. She hesitated for a moment, then walked in without knocking.

Upon entering, she saw Jun Moyan sitting silently by the bedside, head lowered, motionless, and Xiaocha suddenly stopped in her tracks.

In the end, she did not go forward to disturb him, placed the meal on the hallway cabinet by the door, and quietly left.

As night deepened, Wu Garden fell silent, except for the patrolling bodyguards and gatekeepers, everyone seemed to have gone to sleep.

Yet Jun Moyan remained seated there, unmoving.

He seemed to have lost vitality, the whole person looked devoid of any life, even his eyelashes took a long time to flutter.

The meal was already cold, and tears began to accumulate one by one on the back of his hand.

He just sat there like that until dawn.

The whole night, he did not make a sound, but the sadness and loneliness were so intense.

The little one had always been very obedient, very sensible and well-behaved. It was unclear when it started, but he understood that mentioning Mom would upset Dad, make him feel bad, so he wisely refrained from mentioning her, only secretly taking out Mom’s photo to look at, even if caught and scolded, he wouldn’t fuss about wanting Mom.

Because he knew Dad, like himself, also wanted Mom to come back. He understood that every time he mentioned Mom, Dad would not only get angry but also feel sad and heartbroken, and he could sense it.

Yesterday, he cried and fussed about wanting Mom and even said Dad was lying, for the first time.

The little one climbed down from the bed, put on shoes, and not seeing Jun Moyan in the room, he walked tearfully towards the door, standing in the corner behind it.

He stood with his head down in the corner, occasionally raising his little hand to wipe away tears.

After showering and getting ready, Jun Moyan headed to the little one’s room to see if he was awake.

He quietly opened the door and entered the room, but saw that the little one was no longer on the bed.

He seemed to have sensed something and immediately turned and looked behind the door, indeed seeing the little one facing away from him, quietly standing in the corner behind the door.

Jun Moyan’s heart ached sharply, filled with guilt and remorse.

He walked over, slowly squatted down, and reached out to grab the little one’s shoulders, gradually turning him around.

"...An’an?"

His throat swelled with pain, and his words became difficult.

The little one turned around, his eyes slightly red from crying last night started to redden again, tears swirling.

"...Dad."

The little one clutched his little hands together, looking at Jun Moyan with the face of a wrong-doer, his soft voice calling Dad with a sobbing tone.

The red-rimmed eyes and little red nose, coupled with that aggrieved pout and cautious little pitiful look, tug at one’s heart.

Growing more like Jun Moyan, the little one, only at this moment, in this way, resembles Wen Xiao’ai.

"I’m sorry..." he said to Jun Moyan.

Jun Moyan’s heart shook fiercely, his whole chest hurt, this apology was too accusing, too tormenting, fundamentally like torture.

He reached out to touch the little one’s small face, full of guilt and remorse, looking at the little one, his throat ached too much to speak.

"...An’an doesn’t need to say sorry to Dad, An’an did nothing wrong, doesn’t need to stand in the corner, it’s Dad’s fault."

The little one heard his words, tears couldn’t be held back, and several dropped patta-patta.

He stepped forward, reaching out to embrace Jun Moyan’s neck, began to whimper in discomfort and self-blame.

He blamed himself for losing his temper with Dad yesterday, feeling sorry for Dad while he, himself, felt uncomfortable inside.