Chapter 63 Dad, I met her today.

Yu Zhu nodded in confusion and forced calmness, "Oh, okay, thank you Miss Shang for reminding me."

He glanced at the young master He in the car, then looked at Shang Youqing standing in front of him, and suddenly took out an invitation from his pocket and handed it to Shang Youqing, and mentioned something more - "

Miss Shang, the young master will have a children's violin competition at the Feia Theater in Wencheng tomorrow. It's rare to meet an acquaintance in a foreign country. If you are free tomorrow, would you like to come and take a look?"

He Zhimo kept a stern face and stared at the front, but did not forget to keep watch with his ears perked up.

It was as if Yu Zhu had deliberately said everything he needed to say. He didn't know if it was because he didn't want to hear Shang Youqing speak again, or if he was afraid he'd refuse to come to his match. Without waiting for Shang Youqing to reply, he immediately shouted in the car, "Uncle Yu, are you leaving?"

"Right away,"

Yu Zhu gave Shang Youqing an awkward smile. Fearing the little guy in the car would get angry again, he had no choice but to say goodbye and drive away.

Not long after the car pulled away, He Zhimo, who had been sitting in the car with a stern face, immediately turned his head and leaned against the window. His eyes widened, he stared with resentment and discomfort at the familiar, beautiful figure that was gradually receding behind the car. He bit his lip in silence.

He sat back down until he could no longer see the figure.

He Zhimo's little fingers tugged at the tiny Buddhist beads on his bracelet, maintaining the image of a little Buddhist who sealed his heart and locked up his love. He tried to hold it in for a long time, but finally couldn't hold it in anymore, and raised his little face and asked the person sitting in front of him angrily: "Uncle Yu, did she agree to come and watch my competition?"

Yu Zhu was stunned for a moment, and turned back helplessly, "...Miss Shang hadn't had time to answer me at that time, and you called me into the car, young master."

He Zhimo still pouted and asked unwillingly: "What about her expression? Does she look willing to come?"

Yu Zhu hesitated for a moment, "Miss Shang looks a little hesitant... I'm not sure if she will come."

He Zhimo snorted angrily, and suddenly picked up the violin bag placed next to the seat, and said with great ambition: "Uncle Yu, the competition is tomorrow, I have to go back to practice now!"

Yu Zhu's mouth twitched: "...Okay, young master."

It's not that he didn't go abroad to participate in violin competitions last year, but he had never seen this young master so nervous then...

...

On the other side

He Cong had just finished a project meeting with the North American branch and was on his way back to his villa when he received a call from Yu Zhu.

He Cong calmly flipped through the project proposal as Yu Zhu reported that He Zhimo had been practicing his competition repertoire in the piano room since returning from dinner. Yu Zhu had

completed all the necessary details and, suddenly reminiscent of something, added, "By the way, Mr. He, when I was taking the young master to the dessert shop today, I ran into Miss Shang..."

He Cong's face remained handsome and impassive, but the black pen between his slender fingers slipped from the edge of the document...

Half an hour later, the car arrived at the villa's basement garage.

He Cong entered, sent the servants back to the annex to rest, and headed upstairs, following the sounds of a violin from the piano room.

Gently pushing the door open, he saw, as Yu Zhu had predicted, the young man sitting demurely on the piano stool, a beautiful violin nestled between his slender shoulders, diligently practicing his repertoire.

He Cong waited until the little fellow finished playing before stepping forward. He tapped the table lightly with his hand, lowered his gaze, and said to his young son, "Momo, it's time to rest."

He Zhimo then removed the violin from his shoulders and carefully placed it back on the stand.

Then, tilting his head back, he gazed at He Cong gravely for a moment, speaking in a cold, babyish voice, "Dad, I have something to tell you."

He Cong: "...Go ahead."

He Zhimo slowly slipped the small Buddhist beads from the table back onto his own white finger and said, with a feigned nonchalance, "Dad, I ran into her today."

He Zhimo didn't name "her," and He Cong didn't ask.

But both father and son knew who "her" was.

"I had originally ignored her, but she insisted on coming up to me and pestering me, talking to me. And Uncle Yu insisted on inviting her to my violin competition tomorrow."

Young Master He paused, his round, watery, dark eyes darting downwards with the indifference of an adult, and humming in a childish voice.

"She'd better not come to see me tomorrow. I don't want her to watch my violin competition at all!"

As He Zhimo spoke to He Cong one sentence after another, He Cong stood there with a dull expression, his dark eyes devoid of any emotion.

It was as if he had long since lost all feelings for this "her" his young son was talking about, and he showed no reaction from beginning to end.

After He Zhimo finished speaking, he waited for a long time, but received no response from his father. He then glanced up, presumably discreetly, at his father. Before he could say anything else, He Cong's thin lips parted, "When you're done, go back to your room and sleep."

This was clearly not the answer He Zhimo wanted to hear, and the little fellow snorted again in dissatisfaction. Thinking he had to get up early

the next day, he obediently returned to his room. The next morning,

He Zhimo rose two hours early, unpacked his small suitcase, and pulled out his most glamorous, custom-made blazer.

A khaki vest paired with a light white striped shirt, a sharp collar tied with a neat black bow tie, and a pair of shiny, expensive leather shoes.

He Zhimo stood in front of the mirror, examining himself from every angle, eighteen times, convinced he was flawless and would be the most beautiful and eye-catching little prince in the entire children's orchestra today.

Only then, satisfied, did he shoulder his violin, hold his head high, and push open the door.

As he came downstairs, he saw his father, dressed even more glamorously than he was!

He Cong sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, his hair combed meticulously, wearing a double-breasted retro cool-toned suit with a peaked lapel adorned with a light gold diamond brooch and pendant. His tie was calmly and restrainedly tucked into his shirt collar, making him look handsome and noble.

Seeing He Zhimo coming down the stairs, he raised his eyes slightly and stood up calmly, "Let's go."

He Zhimo circled around him like a feathery chick and yelled, "Dad, why are you dressed like this today! It's obviously me who's going to participate in the violin competition!"

He Cong raised his hand to reveal a slender white wrist, straightened his collar and said calmly, "Of course it's because Dad attaches great importance to Momo's competition today."

He Zhimo clenched his little fists and bit his lip angrily, "You better!"

Damn Dad!

He dressed himself up so beautifully! He dressed even more beautifully than him, the protagonist today!

What if Shang Youqing really came to watch his violin competition, but his eyes were only focused on Dad and he forgot to look at him!