Love Letters

Chapter 178 Gambling

"You are wrong. I am different from you."

Xu Mobai's expression was indifferent, but his tone was serious.

“Nothing is different.”

Xu Zhancheng spoke subconsciously, but when his eyes moved to the young man in front of him, he suddenly became a little dazed.

The Xu Mobai in front of him was wearing a neat and tidy white shirt, exuding cleanliness from head to toe.

I am no longer the crybaby who used to cry for my mother.

After all, he was only a seventeen-year-old boy, and the youthfulness of a teenager was still there, but this maturity that did not belong to his age suddenly reminded him that he had not looked at him carefully for a long time.

It is said that for children who grow up in love, getting lost feels like traveling.

He never received any love from his parents since he was a child...

"Do you want to bet with me?"

Xu Zhancheng held a cigarette between his fingers, looked at him with interest, and put forward his own ideas.

He stared at him for two seconds, and said with a smile: "If you win, I will let you go back."

Hearing this, Xu Mobai didn't react much, and it was unclear whether he was interested in this or not.

"Then you'll see how she reacts and whether she'll leave like your mother did."

Xu Zhancheng's light words finally touched Xu Mobai.

The arc of his lips deepened, and he said lazily: "But even someone as strong as your mother would be scared. That girl looks delicate and soft, she should be scared."

Late at night, the night is as cool as water.

On the balcony bathed in the breeze, the young man stood leaning against the railing, staring in a daze at the dark shadows of the trees.

The moonlight shines down, and a faint expression can be vaguely seen.

That pretty face had a calmness and indifference that was inconsistent with her age.

Although he is only seventeen years old this year, he seems to have experienced a lot. His eyes are dark and clear, as if they hide many secrets.

Born in the Xu family, he started learning before he was old enough to understand.

He has to learn to love before he even feels love, so he is better than anyone else at hiding his inner feelings.

The night wind blows, the shadows of the trees dance, and the wind whistles past.

"Mo Bai?"

There was a person beside him without him noticing. Xu Mobai turned slightly and saw that the person was Song Wenjing, then turned back indifferently.

He turned around, with a hint of confusion in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

"Ah."

He glanced at Song Wenjing in front of him calmly, his voice calm, without any emotion in his eyes.

"Is the girl you like called He Miao? We saw her in the office."

Song Wenjing asked him tentatively.

They rarely had time to be alone together.

She was curious about everything about him.

Xu Zhancheng sent her photos and videos of Xu Mobai when he was a child.

Either he cries for his mother, or plays with toys alone, or falls asleep crying...

She wasn't there when he needed her most, and she didn't come back.

A sense of guilt suddenly welled up in her heart that could not be dispelled.

"Yes."

Xu Mobai did not deny it.

Whenever he talked about her, even when she was not around, his usually cold and distant voice would be tinged with a hint of tenderness that he himself had not even noticed.

Song Wenjing also carefully discovered this.

It was rare to see Xu Mobai not rejecting and being patient, so she continued chatting with him.

"She is quirky and can please people."

"Yes, but she often makes her parents angry."

Xu Mobai raised the corners of his mouth slightly, as if he had already seen He Miao's smile and energetic voice.

"There are many ways to express your love for someone, and you really can't use the wrong way."

Song Wenjing seemed to be talking to herself, but also seemed to be talking to him as someone who had experienced it.

Hearing this, Xu Mobai retracted his gaze and turned to look at her, "But I have already hurt her."

The moonlight gradually slides to the west, time passes quietly, and the curtains cannot block the bright and clear moon.

Thinking back to how He Miao cried and scolded that day, Xu Mobai felt soft in his heart.

Although his face was still expressionless, there was an imperceptible warmth in his eyes.

"She seems to be stronger than I thought."

Song Wenjing turned to look at him, her eyes softening.

"Mom doesn't know what happened between you and I won't interfere too much in your choice, but Mom will always stand by you and support you."

Xu Mobai lowered his head and said softly, "Yeah."

Seeing his indifferent reaction, I am not angry nor do I care...

Song Wenjing suddenly smiled bitterly, and then a great sadness surged up, "Mo Bai, I'm sorry."

"It's in the past."

His voice was extremely faint, without a trace of warmth or ups and downs.

Xu Mobai raised his eyelashes slightly and looked into the distance. The indifference in his eyes did not seem like he was comforting her.

It seems like after going through a lot of things, I have really let it go.

The moonlight is bright and the shadows of the trees are swaying.

As if she had calmed down, Song Wenjing turned around, slowly walked away from the balcony and walked towards the master bedroom.

When Song Wenjing found Xu Zhancheng, he had just come out of the shower.

She was wearing a loose white bathrobe, and I was a little surprised to see her.

He picked up the flower with a half-smile, and asked in an ambiguous tone: "Why did you suddenly think of taking the initiative to find me?"

The moonlight was very strong that night, shining in through the window and falling all over his face.

For a moment, Song Wenjing felt like she had returned to a long time ago.

At that time, things had not yet fallen out between them, and everything was immersed in beautiful lies.

"How long will this family drama last?"

"Mo Bai has his own life. If you ask him to come over every few days, he............"

"My conditions are simple. Remarry me and you come back to me."

Xu Zhancheng interrupted her coldly.

"You're dreaming!"

"Don't think I don't know that you tried every possible way to get me to sign."

"It's good that you know it, so how could I possibly come back to you?"

She suddenly spoke in a low voice, looking at him, as if she was asking herself and also as if she was talking to him.

"What if it's for Mo Bai?"

Xu Zhancheng pulled Xu Mobai out again, and the same operation could be repeated many times.

"He is your son too."

Song Wenjing couldn't stand it any longer. "Can you consider the child?"

"Because he is my son, I have the right to do what I want with him."

He stared at her with his deep black eyes, and after a moment he raised his thin lips and chuckled.

"It's okay if he doesn't come. I can just bring the girl named He Miao over. That way he will be obedient."

His thin lips parted slightly, his eyebrows slightly raised, his narrow and long phoenix eyes slightly raised, and deep in his eyes there was complete indifference.

"Xu Zhancheng!"

Song Wenjing finally couldn't help but yell at him.

However, Xu Zhancheng was not annoyed at all, "You finally looked at me the same way as before, even if you were angry, even if you hated me."

What he feared most was her unwillingness to resist him.

"Ajing, have you ever loved me?"

After a while, he suddenly asked her, as if begging.