Chapter 1404: Chapter 1404: Father-Son Affection
Ye Yuan’s immature voice was filled with dissatisfaction and resentment.
"Ye Yuan—you..." Third Young Master Jun was both upset and speechless, the child’s words piercing his heart deeply, making him angry as well. "Fine, if you truly don’t care about your useless father, then why stay here? Go ahead and leave!"
"I’ll leave then! You think I want to stay here?" Ye Yuan’s small body trembled as he lowered his head and turned to leave.
"Wait a moment."
Third Young Master Jun grabbed his small arm, furrowing his brows.
"What are you doing? Didn’t you tell me to leave?" Ye Yuan shouted angrily, struggling desperately to shake off his hand, but he was too small to break free from Third Young Master Jun’s grip.
"Turn your head around. What, you don’t dare? Little brat."
Ye Yuan lowered his head, remaining silent.
Third Young Master Jun felt a sense of helplessness. "If you keep saying you don’t care, then why are you crying? Didn’t you say you hate me?"
To be honest, he had never seen this little brat cry before. Ye Yuan had always acted like a little adult, tough and resilient. In the past, even when his finger was broken, he stayed strong and refused to cry in front of Ye Lu, even comforting her instead.
At that time, Third Young Master Jun already knew this kid was tough—a small child with an unusually strong will.
But now, just a few harsh sentences from him made the little brat cry. This caught him off guard; he could handle Ye Yuan’s toughness, but seeing him so pitifully sad left him... at a loss. His heart melted instantly.
Yes, when it came to the people he loved—his woman and his children—he could never stay firm against their vulnerability.
"I don’t hate you; you’re the one who hates me." Ye Yuan’s voice was filled with sorrow.
"When have I ever hated you?" Third Young Master Jun chuckled bitterly, utterly baffled. It was clearly this little brat who refused to acknowledge him, claimed to hate him, and yet now he was twisting things around.
"You love Mommy, you love my sister, but you don’t love me. My sister and I are both your children, yet you’ve never held me, never touched my head like other fathers do. You don’t even want to hold my hand."
Ye Yuan’s voice choked as he lowered his head, tears falling in streams onto the floor.
Growing up without a father, he never voiced his desires, not wanting to upset Mommy, but deep inside, he still harbored fantasies.
He used to dislike him, but he also envied how much he cared for his sister, how he doted on her as if she were a treasure in his palm. Yet to him, Ye Yuan seemed like nothing—he wouldn’t spare him even a glance.
Even though he was also his child, he probably thought Ye Yuan was just an annoying little brat he didn’t care about.
His heart ached terribly.
Seeing this stubborn, sharp-tongued little brat bowing his head and crying so heartbreakingly, his small shoulders trembling, Third Young Master Jun’s heart twisted into a knot. He felt both regret and distress!
He realized he truly hadn’t paid enough attention to this child. Because Yuanyuan was so strong and acted so mature, he unintentionally stopped treating him like an ordinary child—without realizing it, he hadn’t approached him with the warmth and care children need.
And the strained relationship between the two only made him more uncertain about how to interact with Ye Yuan. The emotions he felt toward him were buried, hidden, out of fear of being dismissed by the little brat.
But it turned out, no matter how mature he seemed outwardly, Ye Yuan was ultimately still a child—a child yearning for love and care.
The way he had pampered his daughter while maintaining such indifference toward Ye Yuan had left the boy quietly hurting all along, and he had been completely oblivious.
"I’m sorry, Yuanyuan."
Third Young Master Jun climbed out of bed, crouched down, turned Ye Yuan’s small body to face him, wiped away the tears from his face, and pulled him into his arms. He gently stroked the soft hair on his head with affection.
