Ch15 - Mr. Owens, it’s great to see you again (1/2)
2.7 – Mr. Owens, it’s great to see you again
translator: xiin
Xue Ling had never cared much about the passage of time, but watching the little tot that originally only reached up to his thighs grow up little by little, now reaching his waist, he suddenly understood what it meant to say that time flies.
But the speed at which Wen Mo was growing up was markedly different from the development of his speech…
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Over the past two years, regardless of wind or rain, Xue Ling has taken Wen Mo to a psychiatrist’s clinic once every two weeks. Wen Mo’s resistance to the outside world has gradually decreased with the treatment and his family’s care. Although he still likes to immerse himself wholly in music and block out the world, at least he had no problems communicating with others.
It was just he really did not like to talk.
At first, the doctor made it clear that his symptoms were somewhat serious, suggesting that Xue Ling pay particular attention to him. It was best if he could accompany him every day and provide him with a sense of security so that he would not become even more disgusted with the world and continue to close in on himself.
Although Xue Ling was busy with starting a business and making money, he still took time to accompany him, leading to the discovery of Wen Mo’s musical talent.
Compared with his mother’s talent for painting, he seemed to be more suitable for music. Through music, he can smoothly convey his difficult to express feelings to the people around him.
Wen Xiuting cried for a long time after listening to one of his songs, and Xue Ling had to spend most of a day coaxing her before she calmed down. But this incident also finally allowed her to put down her worries about her son.
Now, to their relief, the child was like a miniature adult. He looked incredibly cute as he sat primly on the sofa reading music scores.
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“Little Mo.” Doctor Walter pulled back her long blond hair and said softly to the boy that was sitting on the couch waiting for his uncle, “Your uncle said he’ll be delayed. Something came up, so he asked you to wait a while here first.” She gave off a gentle feeling when she smiled, lowering the defenses of the children who come here for treatment, but this advantage has never been useful with Wen Mo. If you want to see this miniature adult smile, it’s more effective to tease his uncle than to tease him. “Would you like something to eat? I have some small pastries here.”
Wen Mo’s eyes moved away from his music score. Today was the day for his scheduled psychotherapy session. His uncle had to leave because of unexpected circumstances after he brought him over, and he has been waiting here since. “I’ll just keep waiting. You don’t need to worry about me, Dr. Walter.”
Doctor Walter shrugged her shoulders, “Okay little one, since you insist. I’ll keep the delicious pastries for the little girl.”
Because her appointment schedule was full, there will soon be another little guest here and she won’t have time to look out for this child.
But, she knew that she didn’t need to worry. He would be fine as long as she gave him a place to sit down. Based on her two years’ acquaintance with Wen Mo, he was not very close to anyone except his uncle.
Even his biological mother always seemed a little restrained around him.
This child could really take care of himself.
The clinic is located in a garden-style villa. The doorbell rang just as Dr. Walter was setting out the snacks.
She had just poured a glass of juice when the assistant brought in the guests.
In fact, this little child has no psychological problems, but her family was worried because she is too clever and well behaved. So, they sent her over every now and then for a session just in case.
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Dr. Walter was always happy to entertain her as the child was truly lovely. Every time the little princess came, she would make some cakes one day ahead of and prepare afternoon tea.
Today, they were punctual as usual. Doctor Walter had a smile on her lips as she went to greet the child, but unexpectedly found herself looking at a serious, imposing face.
Her movements stilled for a second, smile disappearing, and she politely greeted “Mr. Owens, long time no see.”
Mr. Cole Owens nodded, then patted the little girl asleep in his arms. “Elaine was out late last night with her uncle and didn’t want to wake up from her afternoon nap, so I sent her over directly.”
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Doctor Walter’s lips twitched, thinking that he too was soft hearted, being unwilling to wake her up and bringing her over in his arms. “That’s all right. We just chat every time she comes, it’s fine to let her rest a little longer.”
Cole’s eyes moved and fell on Wen Mo who was sitting there quietly reading.
Dr. Walter invited him to sit and explained, “Something came up with the boy’s uncle and he’ll pick him up later, so he’s here to wait a while.”
Hearing voices, Wen Mo raised his head briefly to look at the man sitting next to him. His eyes were indifferent, though his expression was mild. He wrinkled his brows slightly, seeming to not appreciate others coming near unprovoked.
Mr. Cole was aware of his resistance and quietly moved a little further away, giving him more personal space.
He was just like his uncle; if he gets just a little closer he will be unhappy, frowning and disdainful.
A small head popped out of his arms.
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The little girl latched onto his arm, blinked her big black eyes and looked at the little boy that was not far away from her. When she met with black eyes that looked like hers, she seemed surprised, but still gave him a smile.
She was a lovely little girl, very young at only three or four years old. She wore a light purple skirt, had black shoulder length hair, and her face was soft; when she smiled, two cute dimples appeared in the corners of her mouth. Her best feature were her eyes, watery and dark like the pupils of a cat. If she was a little older, the corners of her eyes were wider…
She probably would look a lot like a certain person.
Wen Mo subconsciously returned the little girl’s smile, thoughts somewhat distracted as he wonders why she looks so familiar…
Seeing his smile, the little girl’s eyes lit up as she struggled to get down from the man’s arms and tugged on his hand. “Dear Cole, can you let me down to talk to this big brother?”
Cole had been watching their movements all this time. He wordlessly looked at Wen Mo, bowed his head and kissed the little girl on the forehead before putting her down. “Fine, go play.”
Xue Ling was driving over to pick up his little nephew. Earlier, he had rushed back to the company because of a technical failure. At a red light, he received a phone call from his sister.
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