frightfiction Chapter 1220: Old Xie, Are Those Ladies Trying to Hit on You?
Chapter 1220: Old Xie, Are Those Ladies Trying to Hit on You?
After Richard Shaw’s orders were issued, the entire Southwest Region was bustling, entering an unprecedented period of tension, even causing unease in neighboring countries, leading them to initiate precautions.
The man returned to the Shaw Mansion in the evening, and Casimir Shaw had already come home from school. Excitedly, he was sharing school anecdotes with the old lady.
The Shaw Family’s old lady listened, unable to stop laughing, and held her great-grandchild tenderly in her arms, affectionately rubbing and kissing him.
"Great-grandma, you’re going to rub me into a puddle," Casimir Shaw said with his large, glistening black eyes and a touch of grievance. "I’m already grown up; kissing makes me shy."
Amused, the old lady laughed so much she could hardly straighten up, saying, "Good child, you’ve really grown up."
"Indeed, the young master knows how to be shy now," Aunt Zhao remarked with a smile from the side.
Casimir Shaw felt that old folks tend to be like this, always affectionate. He quickly noticed Old Richard’s return and, happily freeing himself from great-grandma, dashed over.
The young boy’s eyes were bright as he asked, "Old Richard, you’re back? Were there any fun things at the Military District today?"
Richard Shaw took off his jacket, hung it up, and ruffled the young boy’s hair, saying in a gentle voice, "Your hair’s gotten long. After dinner, I’ll take you for a haircut."
Casimir Shaw immediately asked cheerfully, "Old Richard, you’re finally letting my hair off the hook. Can I get a cool hairstyle?"
Ever since he was little, Casimir Shaw’s hair had always been cut by Richard Shaw. The man would use the oldest haircutting tools to give him a crew cut typical of the Military District’s troops. Luckily, Casimir’s high looks saved him from childhood ridicule.
"Sure." Richard Shaw nodded calmly.
"Richard, bring Casimir over for dinner. We’ve been waiting for your return," the old lady said with a smile, reassured by the improved closeness between father and son over the years compared to when Casimir was younger.
After dinner, Richard Shaw indeed took Casimir for a haircut.
The man changed into casual clothes, his tall and straight build looking like a clothes hanger, appearing slim when dressed, muscular when undressed. The tall, handsome, stern man, not given to smiling, led the pretty, adorable young boy into a mall styling shop, instantly capturing everyone’s attention.
The stylist led the young boy away for a haircut while the man silently waited on the side.
"Look quickly; that man is super mature and charming."
"A rare breed of man, and his son is incredibly good-looking too. I want to hit on them!"
"Go ahead! If you succeed, I’ll give you the Hermès bag I just bought."
"Isn’t he probably married, given how his son is that big?"
"Well, doesn’t that make it more thrilling?"
Several affluent and attractive women there for hair styling whispered excitedly, their eyes practically sparkling pink as they zeroed in on Richard Shaw.
They tried all sorts of approaches, tripping over themselves, asking for his number — anything that might work.
The man sat waiting for his son, his gaze deep as ink, cold as the stars, completely indifferent to the attention from the women, enveloping himself in an aura of ice.
The wealthy belles found themselves defeated by the man’s icy stare.
Casimir Shaw ended up with the most popular hairstyle, long in the middle and buzzed short on both sides, very trendy. The young boy adored it, looking in all directions and snapping a couple of photos, sending them via WeChat to Leah, saying in his childish voice, "Mommy, great-grandma took me out for a haircut. I’m secretly sending you a voice message."
The old lady at the Shaw Mansion was asleep, unknowingly used as a cover story by her grandson.
After sending the WeChat message, Casimir Shaw cheerfully went to find Old Richard. Once the man had paid, he held his son’s small hand and headed for the underground parking lot, got in the car, buckled up, and tugged on Old Richard’s sleeve, asking, "Were those aunties trying to flirt with you just now? Old Richard, you seem quite popular."
The man’s tall body stiffened momentarily, displeased as he furrowed his brows and said in a deep voice, "Casimir Shaw, where did you learn such nonsense?"
"You mean ’flirt,’ Old Richard? You’re too behind the times. That’s what TV shows say nowadays; even Benjamin Leclair knows it."
Benjamin Leclair: ?!
Richard Shaw felt a bit perturbed, wondering if he was out of touch with the times — today’s kids seem to be misled by TV.
"From now on, apart from cartoons and educational channels, you’re not allowed to watch TV shows and movies." The man narrowed his eyes, speaking in a low voice.
Casimir Shaw muttered under his breath, making a playful face at him. As his phone screen lit up, he quickly let go of Old Richard’s sleeve, opened his phone, and saw the voice message from Mommy, lifting his chin in defiance, asking, "Old Richard, can I really not watch TV and movies?"
The young boy triumphantly waved his phone.
Richard Shaw saw the contact name "Unbeatably Pretty and Tender Mommy" and his tea-colored eyes deepened. Instantly, his stance changed, and with a blank expression, he said, "You can watch on weekends."
Deal.
Casimir Shaw joyfully opened the voice message, hearing Leah’s gentle and radiant voice saying, "Your haircut looks very handsome."
After two months, hearing her voice again, the man’s body tensed, feeling as if the whole world had quietened down, leaving only her voice on repeat.
Casimir Shaw had already started a voice call.
Richard Shaw’s body trembled but didn’t stop it, feeling his Adam’s apple rolling with difficult breaths.
Soon, the call connected; Leah was softly chatting with Delphine, and asked after answering, "Casimir?"
"I’m home, secretly calling Mommy!" Casimir Shaw grinned widely, his eyes sparkling, holding Old Richard’s hand and fibbing.
Leah didn’t suspect anything, chuckling softly as she said, "Chat for five minutes, then Thomas Shaw goes to bed, alright?"
"Thomas Shaw thinks that’s a good idea." Casimir Shaw’s grin extended from ear to ear; only Mommy calls him Thomas. Old Richard would never understand that a boy has a longing for being Mommy’s baby.
"Mommy, when can I visit you?" Casimir Shaw asked coyly.
"Once Mommy settles in, I’ll visit you in school, Thomas?" Leah’s voice paused before she spoke.
"Will it be next year?" The young boy wasn’t easily fooled, glancing at Old Richard and noticing his jaw clenching tightly. Realizing Old Richard might also want to talk to Mommy but kept silent.
"Um." Leah was momentarily speechless.
From the side, Delphine gave a slight smile and suggested, "How about finding time to visit Imperial City and see Casimir Shaw? I’ll go with you?"
"Let’s wait until everything’s settled." Leah sighed softly, her voice dropping a bit, tinged with longing.