He had really come today about this matter. When he'd first heard about it, he'd thought that he'd heard wrong, and he'd sent someone to investigate it.
After all, a woman who could win over his son must be extraordinary.
But, unexpectedly, he'd discovered she was still a minor.
Originally, he'd thought that perhaps he'd had to worry about his son's sexual orientation, but now at least he knows that he's straight.
But for some reason he's fancying a minor. What did he plan to do? Fool around until she's of the right age?
Mu Chongli wasn't old-fashioned and didn't care about her family background. All he cared about was that Mu Feichi loved her.
This had been his promise to Mu Feichi's mother. He wouldn't interfere with Mu Feichi's marriage. Mu Feichi would be free to choose by himself.
But what were they doing now? How could the president's wife be used as a guinea pig?
"This has been the president's decision. Just because you're blind doesn't mean he's as shortsighted as you. If he wasn't fully confident, would he have agreed to the operation? You know how much he cares about Aunt Weijun. It's not your business, so what are you worried about?"
With a frown on his haughty, handsome face, Mu Feichi banged his cup down on the table. His face had a look of unwavering determination.
"I know better than you whether she has the capability and what the potential consequences could be. I'm not so stupid as to risk her life and the Mu family's future."
After standing up, he suddenly thought of something, and his expression darkened. "Also, let me remind you that if you ever dare lay hands on her, or my intelligence network receives information that you have investigated her, don't blame me for terminating our father-son relationship."
Gazing at his adult son, Mu Chongli reminded him with a sense of relief and helplessness, "Mu Feichi, you have a weakness now."
"So what? She will be able to stand by my side some day and accompany me on the battlefield. What would I be fearful of?"
With a soft snort, Mu Feichi glanced at his father. Although he saw that he now had gray hair, after so many years of this cold war between them, he no longer knew how to express filial affection for his father.
Upon hearing this, Mu Chongli looked at him with some surprise. "Are you willing to let her go on the battlefield?"
"My woman isn't a fragile little greenhouse flower. This was destined, so don't you worry about it."
Turning his head, he glanced at the butler, who had come out of the kitchen, and said airily, "It's snowing, so please return to your house. If you want to stay, ask the butler to clean up the guest room. I won't be accompanying you any longer."
Every time they met, they would part on these bad terms. Mu Feichi really had nothing more to say, so he simply went upstairs by himself.
Mu Chongli sighed while watching the figure go upstairs.
What surprised him the most was that when he'd come over this time, the brat hadn't immediately kicked him out.
It seems that with a sweetheart, his state of mind was different.
Mu Chongli turned to look at the butler, who took care of his son as if he was his own. The butler had been chosen by Mu Feichi's mother's family, and ever since childhood, he'd taken care of him most of the time.
Mu Feichi was more affectionate toward him than he was to his own father.
"What kind of person is the girl the young master has recently met?"
"Does Sir mean Miss Yun? Miss Yun is a very nice girl. She's beautiful, kind, and she has superb medical skills."
The butler smiled. He wouldn't reveal too much information about Miss Yun without the permission of his young master.
"Medical skills? She has medical skills at such a young age?"
"Haven't you already investigated her? You should know that her medical skills aren't bad."
"Quit giving me such a hard time." Mu Chongli knew that the butler was protecting his young master, so he stood up without asking more questions.
"Take good care of him. Thank you for your hard work."
"It's my pleasure."
At the entrance of Mu Mansion, the butler stood and watched Mu Chongli leave. Then he turned his head to glance at the figure standing at the second-floor window and sighed lightly.
Like father like son, they both had too much pride to back down.
By refusing to let bygones be bygones after so many years, wouldn't they themselves be the ones suffering torment?