I Found My Dad Is A Crossdresser Chapter 11: Tipsy

After dinner, I stared at the houses and lights outside the window for a while. Then I returned back to my room.

At this moment, I was depressed and confused, I was even too listless to type.

My dad suddenly returned from a business trip, which made me puzzled. So I asked him why he came back suddenly when we had dinner. Well, he just said, "Nothing special. The schedule has been changed." What? That made me more puzzled.

All right. Now that he didn't want to talk to me about his work, I would not ask again.

Later on, after eating together for a while, I realized that he had drunk before he came back.

Then I asked him casually: "Did you just have a business dinner?"

He said "No".

His answer surprised me. He had indeed drunk. Why did he deny it? It was not a big deal.

In view of our improved relations, I said: "So why are you tipsy?"

"Oh," he said in absent-mindedness, "It's for a date."

Immediately, words failed me. At that time, I wanted to put down my bowl and throw a fit. But I had no guts to do that.

After a while, I just said "Oh" in case my sadness was exposed to him.

In my mind, I really wanted to know who he went on a date with, what that date was for and why he would date before a business trip.

However, I couldn't ask. As you knew, I was such a man with high self-esteems. Although I was painful now, I didn't want to disgrace myself due to asking those questions.

Then, we continued to have dinner in silence.

When both of us were almost full, there was a video call request from his wechat. I found the avatar of that person was a lovely girl cartoon image. So I was sure that this video call was from a girl.

I thought he would hang up. However, he turned it into a voice call and went to the balcony to answer it.

In my memory, this was the first time he answered a voice / video call from the wechat, for he had always been tired of receiving voice messages. If his subordinates dared to send him a long voice message, maybe this person's job would be at risk. 

But now, he actually answered a voice call from a girl, which lasted for eight minutes!

I didn't know what they said, for the gla.s.s door on the balcony was soundproof. I just saw him smiling as he was talking.

His smile, in my eyes, was especially gentle. While, it made me uncomfortable at the same time.

Finis.h.i.+ng the call, he came back with a smile on his face and asked me, "Have you finished?"

I didn't want him to notice my unhappiness, so I didn't look up. I just said: "I'll wash the dishes later on. You must be tired. Rest well."

He said "Ok". Then he went into his room.

After a while, I heard him going into the bathroom, with the water in a splash.

s.h.i.+t! Why couldn't my tears flow like the water?

But I did not cry.

My mind went wild while he was in the shower. There were so many questions in my mind: Who was that girl? What was their relations.h.i.+p between my dad and her? Why did he go on a date? Was that girl the person he dated with? Why had not he gone for that business trip? Did it have anything to do with her?

These questions had driven me crazy!

Before he came out, I had washed the dishes and gone back to my room. Then, I heard the sound about his coming out from the bathroom, his footsteps coming back and forth at home, and moving his suitcase back to his room.

It suddenly occurred to me that I had not yet entered his new room.

So I jumped up from the bed at once and ran over. By this time he was closing the door, only to find I was standing there awkwardly.

He asked me, "What's up?"

"I want to go into your room." This sentence was in my mind, but I thought it was a bit strange for a 20-year-old man to say that. Besides, it was indeed late at night.

Then I made another excuse: "Now that you have come back, you can deal with the matter of installing the electric appliances by yourself. I'm gonna go back home tomorrow."

After I finished my words, he looked at me with his head on one side for a while. I didn't know what he was thinking about.

Then he asked me, "Don't you like being with me?"

Well, eh. What was I supposed to say? Give me several minutes.

Well, before I answered him, he said, "All right. I see. You really don't like staying here. Go back tomorrow as you like."

After that, he closed the door quickly.

I couldn't see his look at that moment. But I thought he was a little disappointed and angry.

That made me sad and anxious. Even I didn't know how to explain. Besides, he had closed the door. And I still didn't get into his room.

Oh s.h.i.+t!

I was the person should be mad!

I was so mad!

I was super mad!

And, I felt a bit painful.

--I am sure now that I really liked my dad.

--I feel sad.

--What could I do?