Billionaire's Long Journey of Chasing His Love

Chapter 217 - 207 We Are Setting Off Toward Happiness! (Second Release)



Tong Airui brought gauze and ointment to Yi Luowa to reapply her wound. His little silly pig at home had one good thing—once she fell asleep, no matter how much you fussed with her, she wouldn’t wake up.

Tong Airui looked lovingly at the little girl still in her dreams and silently vowed: This kind of thing will never happen a second time!

Hugging her back into his arms, Tong Airui also nodded off for a while. The fatigue accumulated over the past days eased at this moment, and both of them slept deeply, so much so that even when morning sunlight flooded the room, neither of them showed any sign of waking up.

The house was unusually quiet today, and all the credit went to Tong Yao. Early in the morning, she stationed herself in the living room, warning anyone who came out—be quiet!

Those with business to attend to were urged to eat quickly and leave, while those with no plans had to sit in the living room with Tong Yao, keeping vigil.

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Around nine o’clock, Mi Chenshuo strolled in tipsily from outside. Yan Zi took one glance and immediately noticed he had been drinking, so she quickly dragged her son into the bedroom.

"Where were you all night? Your phone was shut off!"

Mi Chenshuo grinned foolishly and wrapped his arm around his mother’s shoulder. "Went out to have fun, treating myself to some joy. Next time, I’ll take you with me."

"Leaving Lan Ji behind while you go party by yourself? Mi Chenshuo, you’re too much!" Yan Zi pinched him hard.

Mi Chenshuo winced in pain. "Mom, I don’t like her. Please stop forcing me. I’m just here to change clothes; I have a meeting to attend in a bit. I’ll come home tonight—won’t stay out late anymore."

With that, Mi Chenshuo changed out of his crumpled shirt, put on a clean one, and left immediately.

Yan Zi stared at the door after her son walked out, finally coming to her senses. Kids grow up and stop listening! Sniffling, she picked up the shirt her son had left on the couch. "You tell me not to worry, fine, I’m done worrying... Still... What’s this..."

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