President, Please Be Careful
10

The old butler politely bowed in front of Zhao Youlin and said, “Mistress, you have not recovered from your injury. So, it is best to stay at home to recuperate for now. Meanwhile, the young master had been completely preoccupied with the affairs of the company lately. I'm afraid he won't be able to return home anytime soon. During his absence, please take care of the house affairs on his behalf while waiting for his return, Madam.” As soon as the old butler spoke, Zhao Youlin's hand froze.

He stopped stirring the soup. A hint of untraceable coldness appeared in his eyes. 'That sounds really good. Completely busy with company business, huh? I think it's actually more like he's involved in the social scene, partying every night, and getting drunk until he doesn't want to go home, right?'

This is actually a disguised reminder to warn her about how men are responsible for the affairs of the outside world, whereas women are taking care of the house.

Since she was in the position of the woman of the Mu family, she had to play her part and have a heart that was as graceful as the empress in the harem.

As long as the man returned home once in a while, he should only turn a blind eye to her regardless of how free she was, even if she had a mistress outside.

'Wait for the return of the young master .. my legs!' He should treat her just like any other upset woman! How he wished that the man would never appear before him for the rest of his life.

It would prevent the two of them from facing each other and he shot her to death in the end. Zhao Youlin was very dissatisfied. However, he did not show his true feelings on the surface.

Instead, he nonchalantly replied, “Oh, I understand. Is there anything else?”

It was clear that the old butler had intended to indirectly warn him when he talked about the matter back then.

She did not expect the usual woman to whine and use a small trick whenever she learned that Mu Tingfeng would not return home to actually act so calmly for the first time.

'Could it be that suicide caused him to lose interest in the young master?' Although the old butler hesitated, he did not show those thoughts on his face. "Excuse me and rest well, Madam," he replied politely.

Zhao Youlin nodded. He did not say much and lowered his head to concentrate on drinking his soup. When the old butler reached the door, he recalled something and turned around abruptly.

“Hm?”

A glance of hesitation caught in the eyes of the old butler, and he reluctantly said, “Madam, your son is very worried when he heard that you are not feeling well lately. Once you feel better, please visit him.”

'My boy?' Zhao Youlin was stunned. He only reacted after a while.

So, this son of hers was the child resulting from a one-night relationship with Mu Tingfeng. The young master of the third generation in the Mu family was his real son!

One had to admit that it was indeed advantageous for Zhao Youlin to go through all the troubles just to send a message to the people so in the future, it was, no one in the mansion dared to show him the slightest disrespect.

Nightfall. The shadow cast by the trees was seen swaying outside the window. Their leaves rippled while Zhao Youlin was sound asleep on her bed. His well-sharpened senses kicked in.

His eyes were open, as a result of being in a hostile environment for so many years. Just then, he heard light footsteps approaching the corridor outside the bedroom. They finally stopped at the door of the room.

Immediately after, Zhao Youlin heard a rustling sound. Apparently, someone tried to open the bedroom door from the outside, albeit with some difficulty.

After a while, Zhao Youlin heard a clicking sound. The door slowly opened from the outside. With the limited illumination of the moonlight, Zhao Youlin saw a small head emerge from behind the door.

A pair of wide, crystal-clear eyes that resembled blackcurrants scanned the room carefully. This person was clearly filled with curiosity and fear of the unknown.

Zhao Youlin frowned. Why would a child run into his room in the middle of the night? 'Wait, little boy? Could it be her..?’