Chapter 1253


    For some reason, Nathaniel felt that the voice was oddly familiar.


    He turned his head slightly around and saw a little boy in a suit.


    Mylo was stunned too when he saw Nathaniel and Mango. He met Nathanielst time when the


    latter was looking for Rita in the park. Therefore, he naturally knew who the person in front of him


    was. As for the graceful woman standing beside Nathaniel, he guessed that it was Rita''s mother.


    How as it possible that they were here?


    Did their presence mean that Rita was here as well?


    Mylo''s was instantly riled up by excitement.


    "Uncle Nathaniel, why brings you here?"


    Mango saw that the other party had said Nathaniel''s full name correctly, so she could not help but


    ask, "Who''s this?"


    "He is that brat who pranked our daughter in the parkst time."


    The corners of Mylo''s mouth twitched when he heard Nathaniel''s words.


    Why was Nathaniel so hostile to him?


    On the other hand, Mango responded very quickly.


    "You''re Mylo, right? I heard Rita talk about you. Are you the one ying the violin just now?"


    "Yes. Apologies for the disruption, Aunt Shen."


    Mylo was elegant in both his speech and action. It was obvious that he was well educated since


    childhood.


    Mango feltfortable conversing with him.


    "No, you are really good at ying the violin. I thought it was an adult ying just now. You can''t


    pull off certain techniques without years of practice."


    Mylo was a little happy upon hearing Mango''spliment, but he still said humbly, "It''s nothing, I


    simply train more than others."


    "I don''t need an artist as my son-inw."


    After saying that, Nathaniel took Mango with him and left.


    Mylo waspletely dumbfounded.


    What was the problem with being an artist?


    "Uncle Nathaniel, do you have certain misunderstandings about me?"


    Mylo spoke hastily, feeling very anxious.


    Last time, Nathaniel wasn''t that cold towards him.


    At such a young age, how could he understand that a father would be hostile towards a man or boy


    who coveted his daughter?


    "There''s zero misunderstandings. We''re from a business family, and the son-inw we want is of


    course a great businessman. To us, arts is just a hobby. It isn''t a future career. By the way, I''ll get


    someone to return the jade pendant you gave to Rita. I''ve always wanted to return it to you, but it


    was dyed because I couldn''t find you."


    It was rare for Nathaniel to talk with a kid so much, but his tone was not friendly at all.


    Mango could sense some animosity between them.


    She tugged on Nathaniel''s sleeve and whispered, "It''s rude to talk to a child in this manner."


    "I have no intention of being polite anyway. Let''s go."


    Nathaniel dragged Mango away with him as he spoke.


    The butler was so angry that he wanted to speak up for Mylo, but thetter stopped him.


    There was a hint of sorrow on his face.


    Nathaniel had looked down on him.


    Was Rita the same?


    He watched as Nathaniel and Mango entered the Veronne Courtyard opposite to him. He couldn''t


    help but freeze momentarily.


    He remembered clearly that he had asked the other party before, but they had said that the owner''s


    surname was Shen. However, now he knew that Rita was staying inside.


    Did he just loss an opportunity to meet Rita?


    A trace of disappointment flickered across Mylo''s beautiful eyes.


    "Butler, find out where they are going. Book the same flight for me. I''m going to go with them."


    Although Mylo was young, he was imposing and authoritative when he spoke. For a moment, the


    butler was at a loss for what to do.


    "Mr. Hans, you have to take part in the youth pianopetition next week. This is an exam for the


    sixth grade. If you don''t go, Mr..."


    "You obey my father''s words blindly. What about my words?"


    Mylo raised his eyebrows and the butler felt a hint of stress instantly.


    "No, it''s just that if you don''t make it at this time, your father may me me. I''m sure you know that


    he is strict with you."


    "Then let him me all he wants."


    Mylo said as he walked in. However, there was reluctance in his eyes.


    He really would love to spend more time with Rita. He longed to know her. This desire was even


    stronger than his obedience to his father and his love for music.


    Everyone envied the fact that he was born in a family of musicians. They said that he was a genius


    in music and would definitely make his parents proud in the future.


    His grandfather was a famous pianist, while his father was a famous violinist. His mother was the


    top leader of the national opera troupe. Even his brothers and sisters won countless prizes from a


    young age.


    From the moment Mylo was born, he was told that music was his family''s way of surviving the


    world. It was also their inheritance. Regardless of whether he liked it or not, he had to start


    interpreting musical notation when he was still young. This was the Hans family''s rule.


    For so many years, he thought that he was used to it and that he really liked music. The melodious


    note could make him forget all his worries and calm down his violent mood. However, ever since he


    met Rita, it suddenly dawned on him that there seemed to be really an angel in this world. It was an


    angel that he would rather sacrifice his music just to get closer to.


    Managing business?


    To the Hans family, that behavior was simply uneptable. It was a betrayal.


    The Hans family thought that art was the most sacred industry. So their children had to take the


    path of art. The businessmen were mere mortals who cared about silly money in their eyes. Once


    they knew that he was going to venture into the world of business, they would definitely stop him


    with all their might.


    Mylo''s good-looking brows were knitted together tightly. Even though he was only eight years old,


    he was already somewhat stable and wise.


    Mango returned to Veronne Courtyard with Nathaniel and asked curiously, "Why are you targeting a


    child?"


    "Can''t you see that the kid is interested in your daughter?"


    Nathaniel''s brows were so tightly knitted that not even a speck of dust can get between the creases.


    Mangoughed after hearing his words.


    "Nathaniel, aren''t you too paranoid? Your daughter is only five years old, and that child is only eight


    years old. How can he have any feelings for your daughter? Isn''t that too precocious? Or are you


    too distrustful? You think that Rita is precious, but maybe he doesn''t even take a fancy to her."


    However, Nathaniel said sullenly, "Would he give such a good jade pendant to your daughter as a


    token of love if he is not interested in her? That jade pendant is made from premium jade. It is


    priceless and can''t be bought from the market."


    "Perhaps he doesn''t know the value of the jade pendant because he is unable to differentiate the


    quality?"


    Mango wasn''t speaking sensibly.


    Nathaniel sneered and replied, "Look at him just now. Do you really think he is just an ordinary


    child? I have looked into his background. The Hans family has always been a big shot in music


    events. Their children have been cultivated with etiquette and a good upbringing since childhood.


    Although they are engaged in works of a pure artist, who can guarantee that their hearts are pure?


    Anyway, anyone who has feelings for my daughter isn''t good guys."


    Mango was speechless straightaway.


    "Are you nning to keep Rita to yourself at home for the rest of her life?"


    "Well, it''s feasible. It''s not like the Ye family cannot afford to support her financially."


    Nathaniel was so stuck up when he said this. Mango was so angry that she kept shaking her head,


    but there was nothing else she could do.


    She poured herself a ss of water directly to avoid being further pissed off by Nathaniel.


    Nathaniel saw that his wife was a little angry, so he quickly said, "You won''t happen to like that brat,


    right? Zion and Wisdom are better than him. Don''t be fooled by his looks. Besides, a nerdy boy


    doesn''t suit our Rita."


    "I''m not angry. I just feel that you''ve been worrying too muchtely. Yesterday, you were worried


    about how Zion is going to find a girlfriend. Today, you worry about Rita''s husband. Nathaniel, don''t


    you think that you''re getting a bit out of hand? Let''s put aside the fact that our children are still so


    young. Even if they are grown-ups, it''s still their destiny if they go into any rtionship. Why are you


    worrying about it now? If you''re really so free, why don''t you think about when you should leave


    tomorrow?"


    Mango didn''t know what was the matter with Nathaniel these days, but it was unnecessary for them


    to argue about this boring matter.


    Nathaniel thought about it for a moment before nodding in agreement. He stepped forward and


    pulled Mango into his arms. He rubbed his face against hers and whispered, "Darling, what time do


    you think we should leave tomorrow morning?"


    His breath was warm and tickled her face. She felt like she was about tough.


    "Stop joking around. Aren''t you supposed to act like a cold and aloof person, Mr. Ye? Why have you


    be such a clingy person now?"


    "I''m clingy whenever I''m with you."


    Nathaniel reached his hand into her clothes as she spoke.


    Mango blushed like a tomato instantly.


    "Nathaniel Ye, what on earth are you doing?"


    "Didn''t youe here to get away from the children? Don''t you want to spend some time with me


    alone?"


    Nathaniel''s flirtatious gaze caused her heart to beat wildly in an instant.


    "Nonsense, that''s not what I think."


    What did he think about her?


    Mango struggled against him, but he hugged her tighter instead.


    "Honey, then I''ve misunderstood your intention. But I really want to spend my time just with you."


    "No, Nathaniel. Where are your hands going?"


    Mango eximed in surprise. Nathaniel sealed the rest of her words with his lips.


    By the time she realized what was happening, she was already in bed.


    Mango was extremely dejected, but she was unable to block Nathaniel''s advances. She could only


    weather the storm he had brought her into.


    The next day at dawn, Michael had already dispatched a private jet. A car took the children to


    Veronne Courtyard.


    The bright light shone on Mylo''s window, so he had to open his eyes abruptly.


    He sat up in a jiffy. As he leaned over the window, he saw Mango and Nathaniel get on a car. After


    they left quickly, he immediately jumped off the bed. He was about to ask the butler to follow him,


    but he found thetter nowhere to be seen.


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    The door of the house was locked. Besides, the password of the key and the electronic lock had


    obviously been altered.


    Mylo''s expression changed drastically in an instant.


    He knew that the butler had told his father certain things. It was likely that his whereabouts would be


    monitored closely in the future.


    Mylo''s beautiful eyebrows were knitted together as he seemed to be deep in thought.


    Rita yawned as she looked at Mango, who was yawning as well. Thetter was carried into the car


    by Nathaniel. She could not help but say to Wisdom, "Brother Wisdom, I want a hug too."


    As she spoke, she stretched her arms out and pounced on Wisdom.


    Wisdom caught her hurriedly and draped a coat over her shoulder along the way.


    "Get some sleep. I''ll wake you up as soon as we reach the airport."


    "Okey-dokey."


    Rita nodded as she fell asleep again.


    The car drove forward at high speed because there were very few cars on the road in the early


    morning. The journey was pretty smooth. However, when they were about to arrive at the airport,


    the driver whispered all of a sudden, "Mr. Ye, a car seems to be tailing us."