Do Not Speak Ill of My Mother!
Chapter 25 - 025 Dad, who is my mom?

Chapter 25: 025 Dad, who is my mom?

From the appellation, Jun Yan was undoubtedly the young master of a great family! However, judging from his reaction earlier, he did not seem to want to expose his family background.

Since someone was coming to pick him up, and after confirming the child’s safety, Yan Yueqing didn’t ask further questions. After a brief greeting, she stood up to take her leave.

The bodyguard, still unclear about the situation, watched the woman leave decisively and with resolve. He was sweating profusely and looked towards Jun Yan with confusion, "Young Master Yan, she—"

Jun Yan watched her departing figure, feeling oddly reluctant to let her go.

Realizing this emotion, which should not have surfaced within him, he suddenly felt a momentary daze! Then, suppressing all emotions, he ordered coldly, "Let’s go home."

The bodyguard nodded repeatedly, "Yes!"

Night.

Beijing First Ring, Bi Mountain Yu Province.

In the capital, where land is worth its weight in gold, it’s a testament to one’s formidable strength to own a villa within the Second Ring; yet, the Jun Family was able to buy the most scenic Bi Mountain outright and build an estate upon it, which spoke volumes of their inscrutable depth.

There was a security checkpoint at the foot of the mountain, and after driving for ten minutes, the gates of the estate finally came into view.

The majestic and atmospheric architecture, like a lion resting on high, was truly breathtaking. The main building was domineering, yet upon closer inspection, the surrounding decor revealed a kind of simple elegance. From the bricks and tiles to the smallest blade of grass, everything was meticulously designed. Elements and styles from various regions blended seamlessly, without any hint of discord.

In the third-floor study, a floor-to-ceiling bookcase was neatly stacked with thousands of books, and the central recessed, arc-shaped design integrated the staircase and lounge area into one.

Jun Yan sat stiffly on the plush sofa, his long eyelashes conveniently shading his absent-minded eyes.

Next to him, Jun Jiu presented a hefty file, concisely reporting the situation to the man in front of the rosewood desk.

And there—sat a fully grown version of Jun Yan!

He had a chiseled profile, sharp brows with icy eyes beneath, resembling an eagle in the night, powerful and formidable. That face, capable of bringing disaster to a nation, was enveloped in an extremely cold harshness! It deterred any improper thoughts, forcing one to submit and bow in respect.

Despite lounging comfortably in his chair, his long fingers casually tapping the tabletop, tap after tap—like the ticking of a clock, his gestures resonated deep within the hearts of those around him.

As he listened to the report, his lips slightly curled upwards, but the smile did not reach his eyes, emitting an indescribable chill.

"The quarterly report for the branch company—"

Just as he started to speak, the person in the chair abruptly raised his hand, a simple gesture of interruption that was laden with the authority of a superior.

Jun Jiu immediately stopped, "Patriarch?"

Jun Lii leaned back in his chair quietly, his tone completely even, "Little Iceberg, are you preoccupied with something?"

Jun Yan, sitting on the sofa, snapped back to attention, shaking his head emotionlessly, "No..."

Jun Lii glanced at him, "The book in your hands hasn’t been turned in two minutes."

Jun Yan paused, then placed the book beside him on the sofa.

Noticing this, Jun Jiu thoughtfully bowed his head, "I’ll take my leave first!"

Once he left, Jun Lii spoke in an unhurried tone, "Ever since you returned from City C, you’ve been off."

Jun Yan hummed in response, "The security system there has serious issues, I—"

"Just that reason is not enough for you to be contemplative for so long." Jun Lii methodically exposed him, "You don’t want to talk?"

Jun Yan pursed his lips, silent for a long while, seemingly contemplating whether to speak or not.

Jun Lii was in no hurry as he nonchalantly withdrew his gaze.

Not until Jun Yan finally spoke up, "Dad, who is my mother?"

His brows sank in an instant, and a surge of aggression welled up as if he had not expected his son to ask this question.

Momentarily, he restrained his aura and responded with the truth, "I don’t know."

Jun Yan’s cool gaze lingered on his father’s face, seemingly somewhat unconvinced, "With our family’s capabilities, can we really not find out?"

"It is possible to investigate, but there is no need," Jun Lii’s dark eyes slowly narrowed, "Just like you, I am also a test-tube baby; who our mother is, is not important."

"Oh." Jun Lii was merciless, and Jun Yan was even colder by three degrees. Hearing this response, he was not saddened but merely replied indifferently.

Jun Lii gave him a glance, "You also know the tradition of the Jun family. Whenever an heir is needed, one is born."

Jun Yan pondered for a moment, "So, my biological mother will never appear?" His young face, not yet fully grown, was filled with a deep chill, like the morning dew that had not yet dispersed.

"Even if she does appear, it doesn’t matter," Jun Lii reminded, "The relationship between the Jun and the Min families is deeply intertwined. The matriarch of the Jun family will naturally be from the Min family."

Jun Yan disdainfully cast down his lashes, "But I detest the people from the Min family."

Jun Lii found it odd, "You’ve known her not for the first day, nor do you despise her for the first time, but you had no objections during the last family discussion about arranged marriage."

"That was before." Jun Yan put down the book and stood up, "I met someone today."

Little Iceberg was sparing with words, "She helped me, and I like her."

"Like?"

Jun Yan thought for a moment, "Not dislike, and a bit of anticipation to see her again. That should count as liking."

An imperceptible emotion flashed in Jun Lii’s eyes, his voice cold, "In the Jun family, ’like’ is always the least important."

"I know, Grandfather has said that in a family like ours, seemingly splendid, many decisions are not left to one’s true feelings."

Jun Yan lifted his chin, his expression wrapping two degrees of indifferent obstinacy, "But Grandfather also said that, through the efforts of his and Dad’s generations, the Jun family has become powerful enough! Just like last time, Dad outright rejected the Min family’s proposal for marriage, and they didn’t dare say another word. If that’s the case, why can’t I choose a mother who I like?"

Jun Lii did not respond.

He turned his head, looking at Jun Yan seriously.

This son’s intelligence was too high; since youth, he could effortlessly see through people’s minds.

With such talent, he had developed a reclusive temperament early on.

No matter the time or occasion, Jun Yan’s youthful face was always expressionless, treating everyone with a demeanor of indifference.

Never revealing joy or anger, never expressing likes or dislikes, he would no doubt be the perfect successor to lead the Jun family.

Jun Lii was truly satisfied with him!

Yet today, his son had mentioned "like" twice, and even... there was a fleeting struggle in his eyes?

To cause such a reaction in Jun Yan after just one meeting?!

To be honest, Jun Lii did not believe anyone could bewitch his son, but now he felt compelled to remind him, "Xiao Yan, the people you dislike, I can choose never to marry. But you should know better than anyone that the position of the Madam of the Jun Family can either remain vacant or be filled only by someone from the Min family—only they are destined to sit upon it."

Jun Yan stiffened his little face, his words shocking as ever, "That’s because Dad is incompetent, unable to protect the people close to him."

Jun Lii: ???

Jun Yan took a deep breath, his tone filled with an undeniable determination, "Since Dad can’t protect her, then... I will marry her!"

Jun Lii: ????