# 421
**Chapter 421: Breakfast**
When the guards saw the 【Yao Guang】 flying sword in Baili Pangpang’s hand, their expressions changed slightly. After exchanging glances, one of them silently pressed the button in his hand.
Creak—!
A low hum echoed as the heavy black steel gate slowly opened, revealing a long, flat path covered in ginkgo leaves stretching out before Baili Pangpang.
Baili Pangpang waved his hand, dispersing the 【Yao Guang】 flying sword. His expression was unreadable as he calmly walked toward the luxurious villa in the distance.
After he left, one of the guards quickly ran to the security booth, pulled out a walkie-talkie, and whispered urgently:
“The young master is back! He’s really back!”
On both sides of the ginkgo-lined avenue, the servants who had been quietly sweeping the fallen leaves looked up in surprise at the familiar figure. Though startled, they all bowed respectfully and greeted him:
“Good morning, Young Master.”
Baili Pangpang ignored them and continued walking straight ahead.
He didn’t care what others thought—he was too tired.
All he wanted was to return to his home, to find his father and mother, and tell them everything he had been through. He believed that with his father’s wisdom, he would be able to uncover the person who had tried to harm him behind the scenes and give him justice.
And so, under the watchful eyes of many, he arrived at the entrance of the villa. He stared at the familiar door, slowly reached out, and pressed the doorbell.
Ding-dong—!
A crisp chime rang out.
Moments later, the door opened. A young man in a white shirt, deep blue tie, and gold-rimmed glasses stood quietly behind it. Seeing Baili Pangpang at the door, he was momentarily stunned, then frowned slightly.
“Baili Tuming…” he said in surprise. “What are you doing here?”
Baili Pangpang was also taken aback. His brows furrowed tightly, and a flicker of anger appeared in his eyes as he spoke slowly, word by word: “Baili Jing… what are you doing in *my* house?”
Baili Jing raised an eyebrow, amused. “What? I’m at my foster father’s house. Is there a problem?”
Baili Pangpang stared into his eyes, silent for a long moment, then said coldly, “So, everything I went through on the way back… was your doing?”
At those words, Baili Jing looked Baili Pangpang up and down, then smiled. “Looks like you learned a thing or two during your time with the Night Watch. To think you actually survived… that’s a bit unexpected.”
“You bastard!”
A surge of unprecedented fury rose in Baili Pangpang’s chest. He clenched his fist and swung it hard!
Just as his punch was about to land on Baili Jing’s face, a low, familiar voice came from inside the house.
“Who’s at the door?”
Hearing that voice, Baili Pangpang instinctively stopped his fist. The wind from the punch brushed past Baili Jing’s cheek, just inches from his nose.
Baili Jing’s expression darkened as he narrowed his eyes dangerously.
“Baili Tuming, you’d better figure out where you are… and what day it is today.”
He sneered, then turned back with a warm, elegant smile. “Dad, it’s Brother Tuming—he’s back!”
Baili Pangpang froze for a moment, then quickly retracted his fist and hid his hand behind his back.
Behind the door, a middle-aged man with graying temples walked into the hallway. Seeing Baili Pangpang, his usually stern expression softened slightly, and he nodded calmly.
“Tuming’s back? Come in and have breakfast.”
At the sight of that familiar figure, Baili Pangpang’s eyes welled up with tears. The bitterness and grievances he had suppressed with reason surged up again, and his lips trembled uncontrollably.
He looked like a child who had been bullied outside and finally found someone to confide in.
He opened his mouth to speak, but Baili Xin had already turned and walked back inside.
“Xiaojing, make another breakfast for Tuming.”
The gray-templed man entered the kitchen and said to a gentle, graceful woman.
Baili Pangpang stood there in silence, then quietly closed his mouth. His gaze fell on the refined-looking Baili Jing, and his eyes gradually turned cold.
“You’d better watch yourself. This isn’t over…”
He stepped inside, brushing past Baili Jing, who adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and looked at Baili Pangpang’s retreating figure with a mocking glint in his eyes.
Baili Pangpang entered the spacious, bright living room. On the white jade dining table, a few empty plates sat quietly. A maid was collecting them, carefully wiping the table with a towel.
Moments later, a gentle woman emerged from the kitchen, smiling as she carried a plate of breakfast.
“Tuming, you’ve been gone so long. You finally remembered to come home?” She set the breakfast on the table and said with a hint of complaint, “I thought you weren’t coming back for your father’s birthday today.”
“Mom, I’ve wanted to come back for a long time, it’s just…”
Baili Pangpang paused, glanced at Baili Jing beside him, and continued, “There were some… unexpected delays on the way.”
“You silly child… never mind. Eat your breakfast first. After that, we’ll head to the birthday venue.” The woman shook her head helplessly.
Baili Pangpang sat down at the table, picked up his chopsticks, and began eating quietly.
The ambush he had faced on the road wouldn’t be forgotten—but now wasn’t the time to confront Baili Jing. Not here.
Though he felt wronged, he wouldn’t ruin his father’s birthday by starting a filthy family feud in their home. Once he and Baili Jing clashed, there would be no turning back—one of them would have to leave the Baili family for good.
He didn’t want to destroy his father’s special day.
Since he had safely returned to the Baili family, what was one more day of waiting?
Baili Pangpang finished every last bite of his breakfast, even licking the breadcrumbs from the bottom of the plate. He stood up with a smile and said, “Mom, I’m done. Your cooking is amazing!”
The gentle woman chuckled as she cleared his plate. “Such a sweet talker!”
“Is everything ready for today’s celebration?” Baili Xin asked, entering the living room in an expensive, dignified suit.
Just as Baili Pangpang was about to speak, Baili Jing cut in, “Everything’s ready, Dad.”
Baili Xin nodded, then looked Baili Pangpang up and down, frowning. “The banquet’s about to start, and you’re still dressed like that? Go change into something proper, then we’ll head to the venue.”
Baili Pangpang gave a soft “Mm,” reached into his pocket, and considered taking out the sandalwood safety charm he had prepared as a birthday gift. But after a moment’s thought, he decided now wasn’t the right time, and put it back.