Traveling back in time to take care of Sung Deok-sun

Chapter 107 Choi Moo-sung's Sorrow

In front of Aze's house in Fenghuangtang Hutong.

Cui Wusheng turned his back to the door and closed it, then opened the door while holding an umbrella in one hand and opening it with the other.

"Are you going to pick up Aze?" Just then, Li Yihua, who had just returned from shopping with Ms. Leopard, bumped into them.

"Yeah, he didn't bring an umbrella today." Cui Wusheng smiled, raised the umbrella in his hand, nodded in acknowledgment, and then left.

"Aigoo~ That's amazing, amazing~"

"Whenever it rains, I bring an umbrella to pick them up."

"I wonder when Aze will finish this~"

Li Yihua sighed, "Cui Wusheng's love for the children is truly genuine and unwavering."

"I'll probably be waiting outside the chess academy for ages again~"

"Why don't you just call him and ask him to come out?"

"What a stubborn person! So stubborn!"

Ms. Leopard couldn't help but complain.

A father's love for his child is often unspoken; Choi Moo-sung would rather stand at the entrance of the Go academy for half a day than disturb A-Ze.

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Cui Wusheng stood at the door with an umbrella, silently watching the rain fall from the eaves, occasionally glancing back.

"Oh! Hello~"

"How about I go and call Choi Taek, 6th Dan, down for you? He's still up there." One of Taek's colleagues happened to see Choi Moo-sung, who had come to pick up Taek, greeted him politely, and said, "Why don't you go up yourself, Uncle?"

"No need~ no need~", Cui Wusheng said with a smile, "I just like watching the rain~ I'll just wait here for a while~ It's alright~ It's alright~"

"Then I'll take my leave now," said Aze's colleague.

"Take care~" Choi Moo-sung smiled and nodded~

As one by one of A-Ze's colleagues passed by, Choi Moo-sung remained quietly waiting at the door.

It seems they don't care about time at all.

Just so her son could have an umbrella to get home.

And Aze continued to train hard until he was the last one to come down.

When Aze came downstairs, he saw his father standing at the door waiting, so he happily ran over.

"Dad, when did you arrive?" Aze asked curiously, overjoyed.

"You've only been here a short time, let's go, it's getting cold~" Cui Wusheng said with a smile, handing an umbrella to Aze.

Aze smiled and took the umbrella. The father and son walked in the rain, one in front of the other, holding the umbrella.

Rainwater dripped from the umbrella onto the ground, and soon the two finally returned to the shop.

"This is really bad. You're going to Busan tomorrow, but it keeps raining."

As soon as Choi Moo-sung and A-taek returned home, Choi Moo-sung put down his umbrella and couldn't help but look at A-taek with emotion.

"The road will definitely be very slippery."

"It's alright," Aze said with a smile, shaking his head.

"The final is on Christmas Eve, which is Dad's birthday." Aze looked apologetically at Choi Moo-sung. "I'll probably be back very late, I'm sorry~"

"Oh dear~ What's the point of celebrating a birthday at my age? You just do your own thing~" Cui Wusheng laughed, looking at Aze without any concern, "I'm fine~"

"Is there anything you want?" Aze asked after thinking for a moment.

“No, no~” Cui Wusheng quickly shook his head, “I don’t want any~.”

"Oh right, Reporter Park is coming tomorrow, isn't he?" Choi Moo-sung seemed to remember something.

"Oh right! Dad, you have an interview tomorrow!" Aze was suddenly reminded and remembered.

"I'm sorry, but it was Reporter Park who asked me to do it, so I really couldn't refuse." Aze looked apologetically at his father, knowing that his father didn't like being too flamboyant.

“It’s okay, he’s just a reporter, not a stranger,” Choi Moo-sung said with a smile.

"She's the president of our Aze fan club!"

"We should still give them this much face~ Hehe~"

"If she makes things too difficult for you, just call the hotel!" A-Ze instructed his father, worried that he might be stumped by Reporter Park's questions during the interview. "She's on good terms with Reporter Park, so I can say a few words."

"No need~ No need~ Just take care of your own business," Cui Wusheng waved his hand, "Everyone has been so concerned about us, nothing will happen~".

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The following day, at the Phoenix Hall shop.

Choi Moo-sung, dressed in a suit and tie, sat upright in a chair.

Opposite him were a male and a female photographer and reporter.

"Great~ Don't be nervous~" the male photographer reassured Choi Moo-sung, "Just answer Reporter Park's questions~"

"Don't worry, I'll edit it very well, just relax~" Reporter Park said with a smile to the slightly nervous Choi Moo-sung.

"Hehe~ Thank you~" Cui Wusheng chuckled in his signature way, "I'm not very good at talking~"

"We'll edit out the best shots, so let's begin~" Reporter Park turned and instructed the photography studio to start filming. "Are you ready~"

"Let's start by talking about Choi Taek's childhood," reporter Park asked.

“Okay,” Cui Wusheng replied briefly.

"Was he always this quiet and reserved when he was a child?" Reporter Park asked.

“Yes, he’s never been talkative since he was little, and he’s very docile,” Cui Wusheng replied.

"Didn't they ever make a fuss about asking you for anything?" Reporter Park asked.

"No, the child has been sensible for a long time," Cui Wusheng replied with a smile.

"A genius like Cui Ze, a sixth-dan player, must have extraordinary birth dreams!"

"What were your dreams when you were pregnant with Choi Taek, a 6-dan professional?" Reporter Park asked with a smile.

"A pregnancy dream? This..." Cui Wusheng frowned and thought hard.

"I don't remember," Cui Wusheng replied, shaking his head helplessly.

"And what about during the baby's first birthday celebration? What did they pick?" To avoid embarrassing Choi Moo-sung, reporter Park quickly changed the subject.

"I don't remember the first birthday celebration... I'm sorry~" Cui Wusheng was even more embarrassed.

"It's okay, forgetting is something that can happen~" Reporter Park could only smile and reassure him, easing the awkward situation...

"We'd like to know Choi Taek's fortune for the new year. Could you please tell us his birth date?" Reporter Park quickly changed the subject.

“October 8, 1971,” Cui Wusheng finally answered.

"What time?" Reporter Park, seeing Choi Moo-sung stumped again, quickly prompted, "Morning? Noon?"

"I'm not sure about the time~ I'm sorry~" Choi Moo-sung smiled awkwardly. Being earnest and honest, he didn't follow Reporter Park's suggestion to give a vague time, but instead chose to apologize.

“It’s okay~ Dads rarely remember these things~” Reporter Park comforted him.

Reporter Park continued talking non-stop, chatting casually with Choi Moo-sung, but his thoughts were already stuck on the previous sentence.

"Dads rarely remember these things~"

Yes, Dad isn't as attentive as Mom, remembering every little detail about the child.

If only Aze's mother were still here...

At this moment, a sense of sadness inexplicably welled up in Cui Wusheng's heart.

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