As Si Lijue carefully wiped, the stains on the little dumpling's face were gradually removed, revealing her originally fair and tender skin.

When the last stain was wiped away, Si Lijue's gaze froze instantly. He stared blankly at the little dumpling in front of him, completely unable to believe what he was seeing.

The child in front of me, with that adorable little face, was practically a miniature version of myself!

The high nose bridge, deep eyes, and thick eyebrows were all exactly like his own.

Even the slightly upturned corners of his mouth and his stubborn expression were exactly the same, as if they were copied from himself.

Si Lijue froze, his eyes wide open, unable to believe what he was seeing.

How could this be? This child who suddenly appeared looks so much like me, could it be...?

He had never touched another woman, except for that accident five years ago.

He was completely drunk and incoherent when the audacious woman took advantage of the situation and forcibly took him.

What's even more infuriating is that after taking advantage of him, she left without a trace. He searched for her for five whole years, but she seemed to have vanished into thin air, and he could never find her again.

From then on, he developed a particular aversion and disgust towards all women.

Whenever he thinks of that night, an indescribable anger and shame well up inside him.

He already had obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness, and his hatred for that woman made it impossible for him to have normal contact with women.

Just as Si Lijue was in a daze, a soft, sweet voice brought him back to his senses, "Daddy, is my face clean?"

"It's clean!" Si Lijue replied absentmindedly.

"Then do you believe that I am your son?" The little boy took the initiative to hug Si Lijue's neck and nestled on his shoulder.

He had always dreamed of hugging his father like this, snuggling in his arms. Now that his wish had finally come true, he was overjoyed.

Si Lijue let out a soft "hmm!" from his throat. He wanted to push the little person in his arms away, but for some reason, he was moved by compassion.

He reached out and gently stroked the baby's back. Once the child calmed down, he moved his lips a few times and asked softly, "Little one, what's your name?"

He felt he should take a roundabout approach and indirectly find out his mother's name from the child.

This time, the little baby didn't hide anything. She lifted her head from his shoulder, looked him straight in the eye, and said frankly, "Daddy, my name is Xibao."

Si Lijue praised without reservation: "Xibao is a good name, quite auspicious. Did your mother give you this name?"

Xi Bao nodded vigorously. "Yes, Mom said that the name Xi Bao will bring me good luck and protect me as I grow up healthy."

Looking at Xi Bao's adorable appearance, Si Lijue couldn't help but laugh: "It seems that Xi Bao really loves her mother, and your mother loves Xi Bao very much too."

Without hesitation, Xi Bao answered, "Of course, Mom is the person who loves Xi Bao the most in the world." Her voice was full of dependence on and respect for her mother.

Si Lijue became even more curious about Xibao's mother, wanting to know if she was the same woman from five years ago.

So, seizing the opportunity, he continued, "Xi Bao's mother is a good person, but I still don't know what her name is. Xi Bao, could you tell me secretly?"

Xi Bao blinked her big eyes and asked in confusion, "Dad, don't you know my mom's name? She's your woman! Do you have too many women around you and have forgotten about my mom?"

Si Lijue coughed lightly, trying to cover up his slight embarrassment, and then forced a smile and said, "I don't have any other women around me, and I've definitely not forgotten your mother."

I just want to hear your mother's name from your lips, to see if our Xibao has remembered her mother's name.

Although Xi Bao is young, she is very clever and will not be fooled by Si Li Jue's sweet words.

He resolutely refused: "No, Dad, you can't just say Mom's name. Otherwise, it will bring her disaster and danger!"

Si Lijue narrowed his eyes slightly and asked suspiciously, "Who told you that saying your mother's name would bring her danger?"

Without thinking, Xi Bao blurted out, "My aunt told me!"

Si Lijue asked again, "Aunt? Xibao, do you have an aunt?"

Xi Bao replied with a smile, "Yes! Of course Xi Bao has an aunt, and her aunt loves Xi Bao very much!"

"What's your aunt's name?" Si Lijue pressed on.

Since Xibao is unwilling to reveal his mother's name, revealing his aunt's name will suffice. We can still find out who Xibao's mother is through his aunt.

Xi Bao shook her head again, biting her lip and refusing to reveal her aunt's name.

"My aunt said that we must not reveal her name, otherwise her brother will definitely not let her off easily."

Xi Bao's aunt and mother both warned him not to reveal their names, and even threatened him with danger. The woman he slept with five years ago was his sister's classmate, and Xi Bao looks so much like him—is this really just a coincidence?

In fact, Si Lijue was already seven or eight parts convinced that the Xibao in front of him was his son.

He struggled to suppress the anger churning within him, as well as the joy of having a son, and continued to press, "Since you don't want to say their names, then I won't ask anymore." As he spoke, he reached out and patted Xibao's fluffy little head.

Xi Bao was enjoying being stroked by her biological father when she suddenly gasped, "Ouch! That hurts!" Then, she tilted her little head and asked the tall man in front of her suspiciously, "Daddy, what are you doing?"

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