“Get up and answer me,” Da Han demanded.
Yìchén huffed as he climbed to his feet. “No, Dad.”
“Right. They would have tried to eliminate us the way they did the Mancinis. These are not people that you give the benefit of the doubt to. They joined forces with the Lords of Chaos MC because it gave them a powerful pipeline for their drug transportation. If wedon’t win this war, we’ll be forced to leave our territories,” Da Han explained.
“I get it,” Yìchén said.
Da Han scoffed. “Do you?”
“Yes.”
“Because until this is over, I don’t need you running the streets trying to party with your fucking friends.”
“But you’re allowing me to go to school,” Yìchén shot back.
“That’s important.”
“Doesn’t mean I still can’t be in danger.”
“Chen is with you as well as other security.”
“Then let them be with me when I go out with my friends,” Yìchén said. “I don’t want to be cooped up in this house. Li, Ren, and Xiù don’t have to be. I mean, isn’t that why you’ve been forcing me to train with Chen, so that I’ll be able to take care of myself and fight back if need be?”
Da Han sighed and looked at Chen.
Jun De was watching everyone and remaining silent as that was expected of him.
“What do you think, Chen? Should he be allowed to ‘party with his friends’?” Da Han asked, quoting his son in a mocking tone.
Chen looked at Yìchén and Jun De saw something in that gaze... what was it?
“I’ll protect him,” Chen said, then looked at Da Han. “But I wouldn’t suggest it’d be something he does for a while.”
“I see,” Da Han nodded.
“Wait, what’s a while?” Yìchén asked.
Da Han turned to his son, a snarl on his lips. “Do you realize while you were out shaking your ass in the club, three of my businesses were bombed by the fucking Castiellos? That twenty-six of my men are dead and fourteen are inhospitals right now? Do you even know what Chen was doing tonight before I had to have him track your foolish ass down?”
Yìchén’s mouth was opened after hearing about the attacks. “No,” he said softly.
“Killing the Lords of Chaos president and VP,” Da Hand said. “I’m not playing games, Yìchén, and this isn’t any time for you to be playing them either.”
Yìchén nodded as he lowered his head. “I’m sorry, Dad. I won’t do it again.”
Da Han’s shoulders relaxed, he sighed, then he pulled his son into his embrace, hugging him. “I’m glad you’re safe.”
Seeing that the heated argument had been resolved, Mèng Yáo and Da Han were able to express their love and concern for their son.
“Chen, keep an eye on him,” Da Han ordered.
Chen bowed his head. “Yes, sir.”
“For now, go to your room,” Da Han told his son.
Yìchén left his dad’s office, walking past Chen, and as he did, Jun De noticed the sly brushing of Yìchén’s hand against Chen’s crotch. Chen didn’t give any reaction, only closed the door once Yìchén was gone.
Did something happen between them?Jun De wondered.