"Oh my god! Why did you let Mu Hengshi come home again? Is he your biological son, or am I?" When Song Qingmo came back from school, he saw Mu Hengshi sitting in the living room. This situation has happened many times.

At first, Mu Hengshi drove behind him after school, then he sped up and left him a few minutes behind, and then ran to his house and sat there openly. When asked, he acted very innocent, and actually said that his mother saw him get out of the car while waiting for him, so she invited Mu Hengshi to come to her house for dinner.

Song Qingmo wailed in dissatisfaction, grabbed his mother's hand, pulled her to the corner of the kitchen, and muttered softly.

"Your Aunt Mu is not at home today. Hengshi must be so lonely and helpless. How can you bear to watch him starve..." Song Qingmo got goosebumps after hearing these sentimental words from Song's mother. He quickly stopped Song's mother from talking. "Stop, stop. Don't the Mu family even have a nanny? He needs to come to my house for free meals. Besides, his affairs are none of my business."

Song Qingmo folded his arms and stared at his mother with a look that saw through everything. "Mom, you really want Mu Hengshi to be your godson, don't you? What's the matter? Am I not cute enough? Am I not filial enough? You're hurting me so much." Song Qingmo pretended to lower his chest, looking heartbroken. "I was wrong after all." Song's mother felt a little guilty at first, thinking he knew something, but after hearing his words, she thought: Alas, he is indeed his son. This wooden-headed man is really hopeless, but this is also good.

"Okay, you should stop pretending. In a sense, I really want Hengshi to be my 'godson'." Song Qingmo quietly opened his tightly closed eyes to peek at Song's mother. Unexpectedly, he was right. "What! No, I don't agree." Song Qingmo's voice was so loud that Mu Heng, who had been secretly paying attention to this side, heard Song Qingmo's scream.

Now he had a reason to go to the kitchen to find Song Qingmo. "Auntie, Qingmo, what happened?" Mu Hengshi walked to the kitchen and saw Song Qingmo glaring at him fiercely, as if Mu Hengshi had robbed him of tens of millions of dollars. "What are you doing here? Are you free? Get out of here right now. Don't you know that eavesdropping on other people's conversations is rude?" Song Qingmo said, as if he was about to close the kitchen door.

Mu Hengshi took a few steps back. He didn't know why, but Song Qingmo's hostility towards him grew even stronger after a while. He had clearly done nothing wrong, yet he still looked innocent in front of Mu Hengshi. Song Qingmo grew even angrier, slamming the kitchen door shut. It was clearly the fox from Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio pretending to be innocent. He must have been trying to trick his parents into believing he was innocent while he was away. What was the name of something that could really be fake?

Uh… Song Qingmo had forgotten about it. He wouldn't fall for the same trick, but his dad and mom didn't know. Alas, he didn't expect that someone as powerful as him in the business world and astute at home like his mom would be fooled by this young brat. To some extent, he had to care for his two older children at home.

"Mom, listen to me. I swear I'm your favorite son. I'm not lying to you. I'm not jealous of Mu Hengshi. There's nothing about that guy that I should be jealous of. But, let's try not to always associate with him." Song Qingmo's words were true, but Mu Hengshi was not as jealous as him. He was indeed talking nonsense. But he suppressed his guilty conscience very well, and looked so determined that he seemed to want to join the party, which made Song's mother believe him a little. "Apart from this, there's nothing else."

"Actually, I don't want him to have anything to do with us because a few days ago I found a fortune teller. His surname is Zhou, and his name is Zhou Banxian. He said that Mu Hengshi's fate will affect my family's fortune." Seeing that his mother didn't believe him, Song Qingmo rolled his eyes at his mother in his heart.

In his previous life, Mu Heng had bankrupted his family and left them with nearly 100 million in debt. If that wasn't bad luck for his family's fortune, what was it? And it was also bad luck for me! Sometimes, it's okay to believe in metaphysics. Although he's a staunch materialist, he himself was reborn. Technically, he and ghosts belong to the same species.

Song Qingmo chattered a lot, and Song's mother expressed her confusion but was shocked. She nodded blankly. Although she didn't know what Song Qingmo was talking about, she still had to show her support when she was showing it. "Alright, I know. Let's get up and start eating. The food is almost burnt. Let's see what you'll eat then." After hearing this, Song Qingmo quickly jumped aside and made room for him.

"Mom, don't ignore me. Did you hear what I just said?" Song Qingmo asked again without giving up.

"Okay, got it. Now don't bother me while I'm cooking. Go out." Mother Song took the spatula and looked at the tenderloin in the pot. It was now fried crispy and fragrant and would be ready to eat soon. "By the way, it's your turn to wash the dishes today. Do you hear me?"

"Ah? Isn't it dad who washes it?" Song Qingmo wailed.

"Don't count on your dad."

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Song Qingmo accepted his fate and opened the kitchen door. Unexpectedly, Mu Hengshi was still standing there, holding Xiaoguai and Zongzi in his arms, staring at Song Qingmo eagerly. It was such a bummer. Song Qingmo walked aside and took the cat back from Mu Hengshi's arms.

"You really make me mad. I am your father. Why can that guy Mu Hengshi hug you? I am here to serve you. This is not fair." Song Qingmo pinched Xiaoguai's cat face, destroying its originally contemptuous little eyes.

Mu Hengshi followed Song Qingmo closely, and laughed when he heard what he said. He naturally changed the subject, "I don't know either, but Xiaoguai is definitely closer to you, but he's not good at expressing it." "..." Song Qingmo thought, you know it again.

Song Qingmo took Xiaoguai and Zongzi for a stroll in the garden. The afterglow of the setting sun was scattered on the golden fur of the plants, which looked so furry. Song Qingmo's heart moved, and he hugged Zongzi and started to stroke him. Mu Hengshi's eyes were red beside him. He was not even as good as a dog. If possible, he wanted to become a Zongzi now.

Zongzi was of course very cooperative, standing still and letting Song Qingmo stroke him. Xiaoguai stared at Zongzi with disdain. "Stupid dog!" He was really embarrassing them. But he was also a little angry. "How stupid is that human? He actually thinks this cat is worse than that stupid dog." Thinking of this, his tail swished unnaturally fast.

Zongzi seemed to notice something, his eyes twinkling as he looked at Xiaoguai. Xiaoguai couldn't look away, and they exchanged a deep gaze. Zongzi happily ran over, surprised to see Xiaoguai looking at him. So happy! Xiaoguai's fur exploded, and just as he tried to run, Zongzi's massive body crushed him. Oh well, forget it! Xiaoguai squeezed his head out of the golden fur, propping it up with his paws. "This cat won't move."

Song Qingmo laughed heartily at the interaction between Xiaoguai and Zongzi, especially Xiaoguai's cat-head emojis. The adorable dog and the aloof cat were a perfect match. He felt good about himself when he was in the air. At least the person in front of him was happy, so it didn't matter to him. It was a peaceful and peaceful time.