"My Lord, everything is ready," a middle-aged man walked in through the door and said.
"Understood." Reply with a calm and indifferent voice. "Tell the old man for me, if he plans to set me up on blind dates, remember to come back and to be the lord of the family first." The handsome man stood up, and as he walked to the door, he said without looking back.
Half an hour later, in the spacious and luxurious cabin of the private plane of the Bretton family, the handsome man leaned back on a sofa, crossing his legs. Holding a phone in his hand, he wore a slightly pleased expression while receiving the yelling from the other end of the phone.
"My stinky kid, I'm already in my sixties, when are you going to get married? When you get married, I won't bother you, but your mom and I want grandchildren. Or, you can have a child first and marry later. Your mom and I are very open-minded and won't mind these things." At first, the speaker was very angry, but in the end, became softened a lot.
"Maybe in another seven or eight years, who knows that?" The handsome man spoke slowly and casually, with a hint of playfulness in his tone.
At the age of twenty, the old man handed over this position and all his affairs to him and traveled around the world with his dear wife. This disrupted the young's originally leisurely life and made it suddenly busy. But that wasn't the most annoying part. The most annoying part was that even when this old man went out to enjoy himself, he still didn't forget to bring women to the young man's room. Sometimes, the young would wonder if this old man was playing a bit of joke too much.
However, at the age of twenty-three, he was fed up with the old man. That night, he chose to indulge. He had fucked a woman for the night, with a faint fragrance and pitiful crying. No matter how he thought about it, that night was a very beautiful night for him. A new experience he had never had before. He had encountered similar situations many times, but she was the only one who could confuse and upset him.
The woman had disappeared without a trace by the time he woke up the next morning. If he hadn't woken up to a messy room and the lingering scent of sexual odours, especially with a solidified red, he might have thought it was just a dream. It was the first time someone had left before he could even speak.
Although seven years had passed, he still vividly remembered the feeling when his hand touched the woman. He had to admit that he still had a fascination with that strange woman.
"By then, maybe I would have already died." The old man shouted angrily on the phone.
"My old father, don't worry. If you really die prematurely, I will definitely arrange a grand funeral for you as a son. I will also carefully find a considerate companion for the widow of Lord Bretton, so you can die assured."
As speaking, the handsome man seemed to foresee the splendid expression of the old man on the other end of the phone, and an irresistible smile appeared on his flawless face.