Huang Wenchang looked at his eldest son, "You really don't want to sleep with your mom and dad?"

Huang Yichen replied seriously, "I'm a big boy, I should sleep alone."

"Aren't you afraid?"

"I'm not afraid!"

Huang Wenchang respected the child's wishes and carried Xuanxuan back to his room to sleep.

At one o'clock in the morning, the sound of marbles hitting the floor came from the ceiling.

Ding ding dong! Thump thump thump thump!

Huang Wenchang was woken up by the noise. Whose naughty child was playing marbles in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?

No, no one lives upstairs.

Huang Wenchang instantly snapped out of his daze and his first instinct was to take out his phone to search for the reason why there was a marble-like sound coming from the ceiling.

The answers below varied widely, with some saying that the noise caused by the thermal expansion and contraction of the reinforced concrete structure was perfectly normal.

Huang Wenchang felt relieved. He glanced at his sleeping wife and youngest son beside him, then closed his eyes and went back to sleep.

I slept very restlessly that night, with all sorts of strange noises in my ears: footsteps, the sound of a basketball being bounced, and marbles breaking.

Jingle bells! Tap tap tap!

Huang Wenchang woke up yawning uncontrollably. "So sleepy. Did you guys hear anything?"

Anya frowned. "It was really noisy last night. How did Xuanxuan sleep?"

Huang Yixuan clapped his hands, "Baby Xuanxuan slept very well. I dreamed that my brother asked me to play games."

"My brother has changed. He's become pale, cold, and transparent..."

Huang Wenchang became increasingly puzzled as he listened, "Oh no!"

He quickly scrambled to his feet and rushed to the next room, calling out, "Chenchen, Chenchen..."

Huang Yichen hugged him tightly, tears streaming down her face, "Dad, Dad, I miss you so much."

Huang Wenchang gently patted his back, "Chenchen, don't be afraid, Daddy's here."

"Daddy, Daddy..."

Huang Yichen held onto his hand tightly. After that night, his eldest son became clingy, following him wherever he went.

Huang Wenchang thought his eldest son was terrified, so he patiently comforted him. It was evening again.

"Who wants to sleep with Daddy?"

"I want to!" Huang Yichen's attitude completely changed, and he was the first to raise his hand. "I want to sleep with my mom and dad."

Huang Yixuan also raised his little hand, "I want one too."

"Okay, okay, both little ones will sleep with Mommy and Daddy tonight."

Huang Wenchang and Anya were sleeping with their two sons when they heard a clanging sound again.

It seemed like he heard the eldest son shout, "You stinky dad, you didn't even recognize me!"

"Chenchen?"

"Please call me by my full name, Huang Yichen."

Huang Wenchang suddenly woke up with a start, his heart pounding. Something seemed wrong, but what exactly was wrong?

He patted his face. "My two sons are lying quietly beside me. Don't overthink it."

Huang Wenchang fell asleep again. In his drowsy state, he heard a slapping sound. When he woke up in the morning, he found a dark handprint on his left cheek.

Who slapped me?

Anya looked terrified. "Wenchang, I dreamt of Chenchen. He said we mistook him for someone else, but Chenchen was lying right next to me. How could we have mistaken him for someone else?"

At this moment, Huang Yixuan woke up. He pushed Huang Yichen hard, crying and hitting him, "You're not my brother! Give me back my brother! Give me back my brother..."

Huang Yichen sat there blankly, letting him pat him.

Huang Wenchang quickly separated the two, "Xuanxuan, are you still half asleep? This is your brother Chenchen."

"No, he's not!" Huang Yixuan pointed firmly to the pink doll by the bed. "The older brother is Patrick Star, Patrick Star is the older brother!!"

Huang Wenchang felt dizzy. What was going on? How could the pink doll be Huang Yichen?

That night, both sons developed fevers, and Huang Yichen kept calling out, "Dad, Mom, don't go..."

Huang Yixuan kept shouting, "Patrick Star is the older brother, the older brother is Patrick Star..."

Huang Wenchang was at his wits' end. He took his two children to the hospital for a checkup, and the doctor prescribed some antipyretics, but their condition did not improve at all; in fact, their fevers got worse.

Huang Wenchang was extremely worried and casually mentioned it to Chen Zhao.

Chen Zhao suggested that he go to his wife, "I have experience with this. I have personally witnessed your wife's abilities. There must be something wrong with one of your two sons."

Huang Wenchang rushed to Dijingyuan to find someone.

"Madam, this is the situation. Chenchen and Xuanxuan are staying at home and haven't gone to school. Please take care of the two children."

"no problem."

Huang Yichen, Huang Yixuan, and Patrick Star... Lin Xi roughly understood what was going on.

After a while, Huang Wenchang's voice rang out, "President Fu, Madam, we've arrived."

The two cars were parked in the community parking lot. Lin Xi and Fu Jingyao got out of the car and followed Huang Wenchang to his home by elevator.

Anya was waiting at the door early. When she saw the three of them come up, she immediately went to greet them, "Hello, Mr. Fu, hello, Madam."

Huang Wenchang introduced, "This is my wife, Anya."

Anya, true to her name, possesses a quiet and elegant temperament, and she and Huang Wenchang make a very good match.

Fu Jingyao nodded slightly. "Hello."

Lin Xi nodded in greeting, "Hello."

Anya brought out two new pairs of slippers. "Mr. Fu, Madam, please come in. Would you like tea or coffee?"

"No need, let me check on the child first." Lin Xi changed into slippers and ran inside, quickly looking around. "Attorney Huang, there's a faint eerie aura in your house."

Huang Wenchang was shocked. "Madam, do you mean there's a ghost in my house?"

"Hmm." Lin Xi pushed open the door with the heaviest yin energy. "The ghost is between Huang Yichen, Huang Yixuan, and Patrick Star."

Huang Wenchang was extremely flustered. "Madam, should we prepare anything? Black dog blood, glutinous rice, garlic, silver sword, and so on."

"No need, he's just a kid." Lin Xi stood by the door. "Come in."

Huang Wenchang and Anya exchanged a glance and quickly went inside, feeling extremely nervous. They knew their two children absolutely could not be harmed.

Huang Yichen and Huang Yixuan each lay on one half of the bed, with the Patrick Star doll placed next to Huang Yixuan.

Huang Yichen saw the person reach out their hands and said in a soft, sweet voice, "Daddy, Mommy, hug me, baby wants a hug."

Huang Yixuan turned around and glared at him, clutching the Patrick Star doll tightly. "No! Mom and Dad, don't hug him! He's not the older brother, Patrick Star is the older brother."

Huang Yichen: "I'm the older brother, Patrick Star is the bad guy."

Huang Yixuan: "Patrick is the older brother, you're the bad guy."

Huang Yichen: "Patrick Star is a bad guy!"

Huang Yixuan: "You're the bad guy!"

The two started arguing, both turning to look at Huang Wenchang at the door. "Dad, who's the older brother? Who's the bad guy?"

Huang Wenchang hadn't slept well for the past few days and was exhausted. He looked at his two sons and the pink doll and asked Lin Xi for help, "Master, please get rid of that ghost quickly."

Lin Xi approached step by step, shouting, "Come out quickly, don't force me to take action!!"