Reborn as his Shadow

who like me, just like you!”

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Mo Jingxuan held his forehead as he excused him; he was still a child, after all.
He could not be expected to know what to say and what not to say.
He would just have a nice, long chat with him later once he was alone.

“Eh? Bai Xinrui watched the child as he played but thought nothing of him having an invisible friend, brushing the matter to the back of her mind.
“Auntie is leaving then!” And she really left, afraid that staying any longer would only invite the two to see her tears, reluctant to part.

The father and son pair watched until the doctor turned a corner and could no longer be seen.
Xiao Yao took that moment to carry Xiao Ying towards the black car he had arrived in and fastened him into the back seat.
Following him in, he directed the driver to the airport and leaned back.

“Yes sir,” the driver nodded, and the car started in an orderly manner.

Looking at the smooth leather around him and the sleek design of the car, Mo Jingxuan suddenly lost any confidence he had held towards his extravagant manner in his last life, frowning sadly.

Xiao Ying frowned as well, pulling on his father’s sleeve, “I have to go home first.
I want to take all the things that belong to grandma and mom.”

Patting the child’s soft hair, Xiao Yao reassured him, “Don’t worry, someone has already cleaned it up.
All of the things left behind will arrive at the imperial capital with us.”

The boy was visibly relieved until he remembered something and looked anxiously around him, “Xuan?” He had almost left without making sure that Xuan was with him!

Mo Jingxuan was still beside Xiao Ying and pinched his palm gently, causing the boy to grip his fingers tight.

Xiao Yao watched the ups and downs of his son’s face silently before asking, “Who is Xuan? You’ve mentioned him three times already.”

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“He—” in the middle of his sentence, Mo Jingxuan pressed his lips, cueing Xiao Ying to clamp them shut tightly.
After shaking the hand he had yet to let go of until the pressure on his mouth left, Xiao Ying continued, “Xuan is a toy that grandma made me, he is very important.”

The reply relieved Xiao Yao for a reason he did not quite understand, “Well, I will call the person who packed the luggage and tell them to pay special attention to your toys then.”

Seven hours later, the plane arrived at the Imperial Capital Airport.
The two got into the car that was waiting for them there and went straight to the Xiao family’s old house without stopping.

As they stood in front of the Xiao family compound, Xiao Ying lost his composure for the first time, and his mouth opened slightly.
In the classically designed garden, every courtyard, every plant, every tree, every bridge and every pond, it was all natural without the slightest trace of modern craftsmanship.
The portrayal was exquisite, the luxury shining through while not gaudily so.
At first glance, heaven on earth was the only way to describe the paradise.

Contrary to Xiao Ying’s novelty and awe, Mo Jingxuan could not be more familiar with this place, where he was imprisoned by Xiao Ying for five years….During those five years, not once was he allowed to step outside of these walls, his world shrinking to but a fraction of his dreams.

He had thought that coming to this place again would bring back those memories, that he would need some time to adjust his mentality before he was used to it.
Miraculously, however, the disgust and rejection he had once had had inexplicably disappeared.

Since when had his mindset changed? The year he escaped in his previous life? Or maybe the three years of wandering as a ghost? Perhaps when the man had hugged his bones into death? No matter when or why though….Mo Jingxuan knew that the chains that bound his mind so tightly had been released, and they were certainly not something to invite back.

“This will be your home from now on.” Xiao Yao interrupted the two from their shock, “You are the only master of this place from this moment forward.”

Closing his mouth, Xiao Ying rubbed his neck in a rare state of embarrassment.

Xiao Yao stretched out his hand for his son to take, “Let’s go in, I’ll take you to your room.”

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After hesitating faintly, Xiao Ying took the hand, and the two walked through a long corridor before arriving at the residential area, a two-story villa with a combination of Chinese and Western architecture.

As soon as they stepped into the entrance, a cold voice rang out, “Are you finally willing to come back?”

Xiao Yao glanced at the beautiful woman and did not disguise the disgust he held for her, “I remember I said that I never want to see you again.”

The woman smirked, “The premise for that is that you don’t find me another son.”

“He is my son with Jun Ying, he has nothing to do with you, Zhao Lingjun.
If I hear that you come anywhere near him, don’t blame me for being rude to the Zhao family.”

“You dare?” Unable to maintain her indifferent attitude, Zhao Lingjun pointed angrily at Xiao Yao, “You still have that bitch in your eyes? Without me, Yixiu wouldn’t exist! Yixiu is your own son, and you actually want to attack my family because of this bastard child? You—!”

“Shut up,” Xiao Ying’s voice was ice cold.

The never seen before attitude of her husband made Zhao Lingjun tremble with her mouth shut.
She stared at him with a mixture of shock and hatred showing, but to her great chagrin, she was ignored completely as Xiao Yao turned to carry Xiao Ying to his room past her.

Xiao Ying looked at the woman as he passed her, not a hint of emotion showing on his small face.
There was a saying that he had held dear for as long as he could remember, an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.
As long as he was not offended, he would not act, but once he was, he would repay it ten times over.