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Chapter 955 - 952: Let Me Be Quiet

Chapter 955: Chapter 952: Let Me Be Quiet

"Yan Bo, can you let me think it over properly..."

Tong Xiaohua knew that Yan Bo did nothing wrong, and she also knew how deep his feelings for her were.

She couldn’t bear to vent her inner restlessness and unease onto him, but she couldn’t interact with him as if everything were normal like before.

At least, she couldn’t do it for the time being.

She thought that her request would be met with rejection.

Where could she have imagined that Yan Bo, on the other end of the phone, would first fall silent for a while, and then, with a bit of helplessness, agreed to her request.

"Alright, I’ll send you messages for the next couple of days. Whenever you’ve made up your mind, or if there’s anything you don’t understand, you can ask me."

Tong Xiaohua made an "mm" sound, and then heard Yan Bo say.

"Xiao Hua, you have to believe that I can’t be without you, even if, in your eyes, our backgrounds are completely different. But those things, they really don’t matter. What’s important is that we deeply love each other, and that’s enough!"

Tong Xiaohua earnestly took Yan Bo’s words to heart, "I know..."

"If you’re tired, then rest well. I’ll send you a message later."

Yan Bo didn’t pester her, his voice tender as he bid Tong Xiaohua goodbye, and hung up the phone.

Tong Xiaohua threw the phone onto the bed, sitting by the edge and staring blankly at the carpet.

Her family probably wouldn’t object to her dating Yan Bo.

After all, a man like her father couldn’t possibly be unaware of Yan Bo’s background and family circumstances.

However, she couldn’t figure out why her father would hide it from her if he knew.

About this, she could ask her father for confirmation.

But what did the Yan Family think of their precious son dating the daughter of ****? Would they oppose their relationship because she was the daughter of ****?

Tong Xiaohua’s mind was stuffed with a ball of mess, no matter how she tried to untangle it, it remained muddled and unraveled.

She just sat there, motionless by the bed, until she heard a knock on the door and her mother’s voice.

"Xiao Hua, Uncle Guan has made some sugar water and kept it warm on the stove; you should have some when you get up."

Tong Xiaohua responded, "Okay." She then instructed her mother through the door. "Mom, you should get some sleep, you don’t look well."

"I’m going to sleep now, you should sleep too, and if you want something to eat later, just ask Uncle Guan to make it."

Right now, even if all of the country’s gourmet food was laid in front of Tong Xiaohua, she probably wouldn’t be able to taste a thing.

During dinner, Tong Xiaohua was like a frost-stricken sapling, keeping her head down and focusing solely on eating her meal. Tong’s mother and her elder brother thought she was unwell and made oblique inquiries, but they couldn’t get anything substantial out of her.

The couple understood their daughter well, knowing how tight-lipped she could be; if she didn’t want to speak, no one could pry any useful information from her mouth.

After dinner, worried that their daughter might become sick from brooding too much, her parents suggested she join them for a walk.

But Tong Xiaohua shook her head, "Dad, Mom, I won’t go for a walk today. Let’s talk for a bit."

The couple exchanged looks, a touch of worry surfacing in both of their eyes.

Tong’s mother took her hand, her inquisitive gaze falling on her face.

"Just with Mom, or with Dad too?"

Tong’s mother was fairly certain that her precious daughter wasn’t suffering from a physical ailment, but rather an emotional one.

"Together," she replied.

Tong Xiaohua, following her mother, walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa.

Worried about her frail mother catching cold, Tong Xiaohua specially instructed a servant to fetch a blanket, and the mother and daughter nestled on the sofa with their feet wrapped in it.

Excluded by default, Tong’s eldest, Mr. Tong, seated himself consciously on the single sofa nearby.

"Dad, did you know about the matters of the Yan Family all along?"

Without beating around the bush, Tong Xiaohua went straight to the point.

Mr. Tong was startled for a moment, but he quickly came to his senses.

"Yes, ever since the first time he sent flowers to congratulate you, I’ve had a rough idea of his background and origin."

Mr. Tong had thought about keeping it a secret, but now, there was no doubt he couldn’t hide it anymore.

His daughter wasn’t a fool. Instead of spinning a bunch of pointless lies to explain, it was easier to just admit the truth.

It was Tong’s mother who was confused. She looked at Mr. Tong and then at Tong Xiaohua and finally asked Mr. Tong,

"What background, what origin? Isn’t he just a descendant of a government family?"

Tong Xiaohua glanced at Mr. Tong, clearly kicking the ball into his court.

Mr. Tong, who always got particularly flustered about his wife’s matters, had maintained a composed expression in front of his daughter, but now he stood up anxiously and sat closely beside his wife on the other side.

Then, he grabbed her hands, which had been cold since the beginning of autumn.

"Weiyao, Xiao Yan is indeed from a government family, but he’s not from an ordinary government family."

Shen Weiyao stared at him, "How extraordinary then?"

Under the scrutinizing gaze of his wife, Mr. Tong scratched his head and eventually answered sheepishly, "The third son of the most famous Yan Family in the Capital City..."

Shen Weiyao gasped, "You mean, that Yan Family in the Capital City?"

Mr. Tong braced himself and nodded, "Yes... that Yan Family."

Shen Weiyao fell silent.

Mr. Tong, holding his wife’s hand and leaning toward her, swept his gaze over her before settling on Tong Xiaohua’s face, "Girl, you know now, don’t you?"

Tong Xiaohua nodded silently. She really wanted to question her father why he didn’t tell her about this from the start.

But what was the use of questioning now? It couldn’t change anything.

"Was it that darn kid Yan Bo who came clean to you? It’s really not kind of him to hide such a big thing from you."

Seeing that his precious daughter wasn’t meaning to blame him, Mr. Tong began to complain about Yan Bo.

As if his own deliberate concealment as a parent could be forgiven.

"It wasn’t him. It was accidentally mentioned by his childhood friend."

Tong Xiaohua didn’t intend to say anything about Tao Jia, she just wanted to understand why her father chose to conceal this from her.

"Dad, knowing his family’s prominent status, why didn’t you tell me from the start? Why didn’t you warn me?"

Although her father had dealings with many officials, those officials were, naturally, not on the same level as the Yan Family.

There is indeed a gray area between black and white, but an aristocratic family like the Yan Family is known to always be on the side of white, never mixed with black.

Mr. Tong frowned slightly, staring at his daughter, he asked, "If I had told you from the start, what would you have done? Would you have decided to avoid him altogether or perhaps maintain a superficial relationship without getting too closely involved?"

Tong Xiaohua couldn’t quite follow her father’s logic, and she frowned back at him.

"Dad, isn’t that inevitable? If I had known from the start that we were on different paths, I would never have had so much interaction with him, let alone develop the relationship we have today."