Chapter 31 He Zhimo, Dad has never lost his temper with you
Chapter 31 He Zhimo, Dad has never lost his temper with you
. On the other side.
Bindao, Yanyuan.
When Butler Chen heard that Mr. He would stay at home to work in the morning, he immediately went upstairs and knocked on the room of Young Master He, wanting to tell him the good news.
However, after knocking on the door for a long time, there was still no movement in the room.
This was not normal.
Influenced by Mr. He, Young Master He had a strict and regular schedule since he was young, especially since he was sensible, he almost never stayed in bed.
Moreover, no matter what the young master did in the room, as long as he came to knock on the door for something, he would answer politely and obediently. It didn't make sense that there would be no response after knocking on the door for so long.
Thinking of this, Butler Chen couldn't help but frown with some worry, and said, "Young Master, I'm coming in," and opened the door.
Butler Chen walked in and saw the quilt neatly folded on the small bed. The bird doll and the schoolbag that should have been hanging on the windowsill were all gone.
Butler Chen, still feigning composure, called out "Young Master" and opened every bedroom door, searching carefully.
Finally, with a pale face, he went downstairs to report to Mr. He, who had just finished a call from the company.
"Sir, the Young Master is missing..."
He Cong turned around, his face frozen in an instant.
Two minutes later, in Yanyuan's main surveillance room,
He Cong ordered the retrieval of all surveillance footage from last night to this morning, covering He Zhimo's room, the corridors, the lakeside area, and even the entire Yanyuan campus.
The surveillance footage quickly pinpointed the time to 4:45 AM.
He Zhimo emerged from his room carrying his favorite blue backpack, avoiding patrol areas and finally sneaking onto the cargo container of a delivery truck. He was then whisked away from the heavily guarded Yanyuan…
The entire Yanyuan community trembled in fear, imagining hundreds of possible scenarios, even the absurd possibility that a servant had infiltrated the complex and somehow abducted Young Master He, circumventing Yanyuan's tight security system. The only thing they hadn't considered was that Young Master He had run away on his own…
After He Cong identified the truck's license plate, he immediately called for someone to track it down along its route.
They eventually located the truck's final destination: a busy coastal area nearly two hours' drive from Bindao City Center.
Half an hour later,
a flurry of luxury cars, one after another, entered the bustling, bustling street.
The road was quickly cleared.
Soon, a pure black Bentley pulled up outside a shop.
The truck and its driver next to the shop were immediately apprehended, searched, and interrogated.
However, the final conclusion was that the driver and his crew knew nothing about the incident, and there was no sign of Young Master He in the truck.
He Cong's face remained expressionless throughout. After hearing the order to search the entire block, he got out of the truck, leaving no one behind, and walked directly along the truck's route to the end of the street.
The street was bustling with people, mostly at food stalls. Further in was the crowded area near the market.
He Cong was about to approach the bustling market to search when his long legs suddenly slowed to a halt. He slowly turned and looked—
inside a fruit shop on the left, bright red lights lit up and filled with the aroma of fruit, was He Zhimo, whom he and his men had been searching for all morning. He Zhimo was wearing a cool jacket, carrying a small backpack and sitting on a small red stool.
The little guy was nibbling on a peeled sweet peach, holding a bottle of milk in his hand, and was being treated and taken care of by the fruit shop owner with delicious food and drinks.
He Cong: "..."
After a few seconds of silence.
He Cong walked into the fruit shop and stopped in front of He Zhimo.
The young master He, who was enjoying the last meal of his life, had just taken a sip of the yogurt on his left hand when he suddenly felt a tall figure looming over him. He looked up with his mouth on the straw and was stunned, "Dad, Dad?" "
Oh, you are Xiao Mo's dad? You are finally here. When Xiao Mo walked here this morning, his eyes were red from crying. I guessed that he had lost his family. Hurry and bring the child in. We are waiting for your parents to come!"
He Cong thanked the fruit shop owner, generously signed a check for him, and directly picked up the kid and left.
"Dad, I don't want to go home..."
He Cong let the little cub kick around on his clothes, and walked back to the car with the cub in his arms with an expressionless face. He closed the car door and made a phone call: "The child has been found, no need to check anymore."
Then, he directly ordered the driver to drive back to Yanyuan.
When he just brought He Zhimo back, He Cong could feel that the cub's body temperature was a little hot, guessing that he had caught a cold after running out in the wind.
Fortunately, there was a team of doctors in Yanyuan who were specifically monitoring He Zhimo. Before He Cong got home, he called Yanyuan again and asked the housekeeper Chen to call the doctor directly to the lakeside area to wait.
He Zhimo had been sitting in his seat with his schoolbag in silence, listening attentively, and heard that his father had called the doctor. His eyes widened and he protested in a muffled voice: "I don't want to! Dad, I don't want to see a doctor!"
If he saw a doctor, his father would definitely know that he had a strange disease!
However, unexpectedly, his father ignored him, hung up the phone, and looked out the car window with a sullen face.
He Zhimo knew he had undoubtedly angered his father this time. He sniffled, his flushed face buried in his chest. "Dad, I really don't want to go home, and I don't want to see a doctor. I can take care of myself, I'm pretty good."
He Zhimo began sobbing, raising his hand to wipe away his tears, but fearing he'd accidentally wipe off a feather, he stifled it.
An unprecedented low pressure settled in the car.
After an indescribable amount of time, He Cong spoke calmly.
"He Zhimo, Dad has never lost his temper with you, but that doesn't mean you can do anything."
He Zhimo's tear-stained eyelashes trembled, and he looked up fearfully, apprehensive. He'd assumed his father was pissed enough to punish him, but the next moment, through his tearful eyes, he saw
his father's face was cold, and his slender wrist, resting against the car door, was shaking.
He Zhimo was stunned for a moment, then finally realized that it was his running away from home without even saying goodbye that had frightened his father...
He Zhimo immediately reached out his little hand in panic and tugged at his father, "Dad, I was wrong. I, I didn't mean to scare you or make you worry..."
However, his father continued to sit there indifferently, refusing to reach out to hug him or pay any attention to him.
He Zhimo finally realized he was scared, and no longer dared to hide it from his father. His little hand pulled open his tightly wrapped jacket, and a rustling sound of feathers suddenly floated out.
Looking at the falling feathers, He Zhimo broke down again, crying and throwing himself into his father's arms, wiping away his tears with the back of his little hand while choking on his sobs as he explained aggrievedly.
"I'm sorry, Dad. Because, because Momo got a strange disease that made him lose his feathers, that's why he ran away from home..."