Atlas Studios

  Atlas Studios

  “Right, son. Your dad also heard about your relationship, and he isn’t very happy about it. He said for you to make a trip home immediately.”


  He cocked a brow at his mother’s words.

  “Son, quickly come home! If not, mommy will make her way to your apartment for a heart-to-heart talk!” she happily threatened. Currently, her mind was only filled with:

  “.…… Alright.” After a short pause, he nodded in assent.

  He knew that if he did not make a trip home now, his mother dearest would really show up at his doorstep.

  Once the call ended, he rubbed his temples to calm his nerves before turning to look at the photo.

  The photo was already developed at this point.

  He lifted the photo with a pair of tweezers. His lips moved ever so slightly at the sight of the ethereal woman in the picture.

  Unknowingly, her bare face surfaced from his memories.

  “Dumb woman……” he mumbled softly.

  Once he developed the rest of the photos in the film roll, he carefully placed them inside a wooden box, and then, as if carrying a precious treasure, he carefully brought the box into his study room.

  He placed the wooden box in a drawer of his desk before leaving his apartment to drive to his parents’ house.

  “Young Master, welcome home. Sir and Madam are waiting for you in the living room.”


  Shortly after parking the car outside a huge villa, Ji family’s house steward, Uncle Qi, greeted him.

  “Mhm.” He nodded at the old man and slowly made his way to the living room.

  “Son, you’re finally home! Mom misses you to death!”


  Mother Ji, in a pink house dress, launched herself into his arms the moment he stepped inside the living room.

  “.…… Mom, we just met yesterday.” He pointed out.

  “He he!” She laughed and then acted petulant. “It can’t be helped; I won’t ever get tired of looking at my baby son!”


  “Alright! Stop clinging on to Ming Ming. We still have important things to talk about.” Father Ji remarked out of jealousy when his wife intimately hugged their son.

  She turned to peer at her husband before nudging her mouth.

  “Son, your girlfriend’s surname is Pei, right? Do you have a photo of her? Which family is she from?” She tugged on her son’s arm curiously as she dragged him to the sofa.

  Father Ji, who was sitting on the sofa, also pricked his ears to catch his answer.

  “Yes, her surname is Pei. Unlike what you guys are thinking of, she’s just an average woman from a normal family,” he informed nonchalantly.

  “What do you mean by an average woman?!” Father Ji immediately frowned; his look when displeased seemed to have been inherited by his son.

  “Literally that,” Ji Ziming replied calmly, unfeelingly looking his father straight in the eye.

  “You brat, what do you mean by ‘literally that’?! Don’t tell me that your girlfriend is just from some nouveau riche family?!” His father, whose frustration was fueled by his nonchalance, glared angrily at him.

  “She’s not from a nouveau riche family.” Before these words could sink in and soothe his father’s rage, his next words doused his anger with oil, instead.

  “She’s just a commoner and is a normal employee from my company,” he nonchalantly revealed.

  “You! You!” Father Ji felt his breath catching at his reply and, as though a ball of air were stuck in his throat, angrily pointed at his son.

  “You brat, your girlfriend isn’t even from an upstart family?!”


  “Mhm,” he calmly hummed. His father’s dissatisfaction over Pei Ge’s unsatisfactory background appeared to have gone unnoticed by him.

  Father Ji slammed his palms on the coffee table and bellowed, “You, brat, must be purposely angering me!”


  “Dear, don’t be angry; don’t be angry. Our son and not us is the one dating that girl. It’s fine as long as he is happy.” His mother quickly went to his father’s side to gently reason with the angry man.

  “This brat obviously just picked a random woman to spite us for forcing him to go on blind dates!” Father Ji pointed angrily at his son.

  “Dad, you’re overthinking this.” He casually cocked an eyebrow at his father.

  “You!”


  “Alright, alright. Son, don’t talk back.” Seeing that her husband was about to fly into a rage again, she quickly stopped her son with a glare.

  “You two calm down a little! Speak your words properly and stop quarreling,” she urged, shooting them a look.

  “Dear, it’s because this brat is angering me—” She cut her husband’s words short.

  “Stop lying. You are clearly the least calm here!” She threw her husband a glare.

  Once everyone calmed down, the nanny at the side served them drinks and snacks.

  Mother Ji served her husband and son coffee each and then picked up the cup of milk from the table to take a sip from it.

  “Son, properly tell mom what kind of person that Miss Pei is? How did you guys meet and end up dating?”


  “She’s my secretary. Being together for a while, we naturally started dating,” he answered blandly – or at least, his mother found it to be very boring.

  “That simple?” she asked, a little skeptical.

  “Mhm. It’s that simple,” he replied monotonously. He then sipped his Blue Mountain coffee.

  “.……” A little dumbfounded, she asked for confirmation again in a dubious voice. “Is there nothing that is a bit more romantic?”


  “.……”

  He calmly sipped his coffee and remained mum.

  “Are you serious about that Miss Pei?”