Scum Male's Whitewashing Manual

8.7

If Zheng Ting was afraid to go home and was trying to guard against bitterness before, Wei Mingyan, the Wei family’s rampant young master, had no such trouble at all.

As soon as he entered the door, he tossed his schoolbag and shouted to the caretaker-aunt to make some soup for him.

As soon as he looked up, he saw his parents sitting on the sofa.

Wei Mingyan’s face immediately collapsed.

“Didn’t you guys say it would take at least a week?”

“We came back tonight and will leave early tomorrow morning.” Mother Wei heard her son’s sour tone and knew he wasn’t happy. She quickly left her husband’s side to greet him.

“Mingyan, Mom and Dad really couldn’t accompany you. You know your father’s health couldn’t …”

Wei Mingyan’s sunny expression just now had already sunk. He gave a low ‘hmm’ and sat down on the couch in silence.

Seeing the remote control on the table, the teenager directly grabbed it and changed the channel expressionlessly.

Father Wei couldn’t help but bring a smile to his eyes as he looked at his youngest son sitting at the farthest place from him as if he was carrying some resentment.

“You’ll be 18 soon. Why are you still acting like a child?”

The teenager leaned on the sofa with the remote control, changing the channels, and replied to the question with a question, “I’m going to be 18 soon. Wei Mingmu is going to be 38. Don’t you watch him every day? “

“You, child… We are working. If you come to the company in the future, wouldn’t it be the same? “

“Besides, your brother is just in his early thirties. How is that so old?”

“Working, tsk.” The handsome young face was full of defiance, “I don’t want to go to work. What’s the point of getting up early and working late like you guys.”

His small temper came and went quickly. It just so happened that Mother Wei came over with a fruit plate. He directly embraced her, and his sweet voice sounded delicate, “Mom~ I want to talk to you about something.”

“What’s the matter? “

Mother Wei simply loved her youngest son. When she heard his tone, she knew that he wanted something. She smiled, reached out, and touched the young boy’s little head, “Did you see something you like and want mom to buy it for you?”

She felt a lot of guilt in her heart for her son, thinking that she would buy it if it weren’t something expensive.

The teenager rubbed up against his mother and sullenly said, “No, I don’t want to buy anything.”

Mother Wei was a little surprised. When Wei Mingyan acted spoiled, he would ask to buy this or that. This was the first time he said he didn’t want to buy something.

She asked, “What’s the matter? What do you want to talk to Mom about?”

Treating this spoiled little son, Mother Wei had always been gentle.

The teenager sat on the sofa and held his mother’s waist in a firm grip, his face pressed against her waist, and sullenly said, “Can you not go …”

“Stay with me at home for a few days, okay …?”

His tone was no longer the usual most common bossy one but a little bitter, with a bit of pleading.