Zheng Tianming turned to the side and twirled Xu Mengyu's long hair with his long fingers. The thing he was most worried about still happened. There was no rule that the young lady had to be his.

Xu Mengyu couldn't fall asleep at all, clutching her blanket. It was too hot in the bed, like having an electric blanket on: "You should go back first thing tomorrow morning. It's not good to bump into each other."

There's actually no such person; she just made her up on the spot. If Zheng Tianming doesn't leave, wouldn't she be exposed...?

Zheng Tianming turned around and gave a deep "hmm".

Xu Mengyu breathed a long sigh of relief, but before she could relax, Zheng Tianming spoke up.

"I'll sleep between the two of you..."

"hiss--"

Zheng Tianming's waist was pinched hard.

"I might as well strangle you," Xu Mengyu said through gritted teeth.

Zheng Tianming turned his head and glanced at it: "If it doesn't work, then forget it."

"Of course not! If you keep talking nonsense, I'll sew your mouth shut," Xu Mengyu said fiercely.

Zheng Tianming said calmly, "He sleeps on the floor, and I sleep on the bed."

Xu Mengyu got up and covered Zheng Tianming's head with a pillow: "I'll teach you how to respect people today! What do you take me for!"

Zheng Tianming put his arm around Xu Mengyu's waist, afraid that she would fall because she was too excited; he had already been respectful enough.

Xu Mengyu sat on the bed in an M-shape, holding a pillow in her hand, tears welling up in her eyes. She had said so many harsh words, why hadn't he left yet?

"Why are you crying?" Zheng Tianming sat up. He hadn't expected that a few words could make someone cry.

Xu Mengyu's shoulders trembled slightly, tears slid down her cheeks, and her delicate nose turned red: "If you leave, I won't cry anymore."

Zheng Tianming reached out and pulled her into his arms, gently stroking her face with his fingertips: "Then keep crying."

Seeing her cry did make him panic, but he had studied micro-expressions and quickly realized she was acting...

Xu Mengyu opened her mouth and bit Zheng Tianming directly: "You're so stubborn, aren't you?" she said, her words slightly slurred.

"Let go, or I'll bite back." Zheng Tianming lowered his eyes, and she didn't care where she was going, she just opened her mouth and bit.

Xu Mengyu blinked her long, curled eyelashes: "Pah, do you think I want to bite you? Go to sleep."

They've been together since birth, and they're used to all the actions and behaviors they do.

It's as natural as using utensils when eating; even though they've broken up, she can't break the habit of many years, which is why she's afraid to be alone with him.

"What are you doing!" Xu Mengyu had just lain down when Zheng Tianming's muscular body pressed down on her.

Zheng Tianming's lips landed on Xu Mengyu's collarbone. He didn't bite with his teeth, but sucked hard: "You don't care, but I do."

Xu Mengyu raised her hand to slap Zheng Tianming. He was usually very slippery and not at all dull. But now he was acting like a simpleton with her.

Zheng Tianming didn't dare to use too much force, and after leaving a red mark, he lay back down: "Good night."

Xu Mengyu's fingertips rested on her collarbone. In the middle of summer, he left such a large mark. She really didn't know if he did it on purpose or intentionally.

Unable to fall asleep, tossing and turning: "Sleep? I'm thirsty."

Just as Zheng Tianming was about to fall asleep, he was kicked. He threw off the covers and got up to get some water. When he came back, he found that the bedroom door was locked from the inside.

Xu Mengyu hugged her pillow. Her father always praised her for being very smart; her brain wasn't just for show...

"Get up and have some water." Zheng Tianming took a water glass and went into the bedroom.

Xu Mengyu turned her head and looked at the door lock behind Zheng Tianming again: "Does the army teach these things?"

Zheng Tianming remained silent...

At noon, Xu Mengyu opened her eyes, picked up her phone and glanced at it. She had to go back to the studio for a meeting today.

"Uncle Zheng, you're amazing." Xu Lu sat close to Zheng Tianming on the sofa, her eyes filled with admiration.

Zheng Tianming held an encyclopedia of cold weapons in his hand and explained earnestly: "The horse-chopping sword was called a sword during the Han Dynasty..."

Xu Mengyu wore a pink strapless double-breasted haute couture dress with a strappy back, and the white tulle skirt barely covered her thighs.

"Mom is so beautiful, like a fairy." Xu Lu gave a thumbs up in affirmation.

Zheng Tianming looked up and asked, "What if the double-breasted buttons on your skirt come undone?" He was just curious.

"Is it any of your business?" Xu Mengyu casually paired a white bag and leather shoes with her shoes. She never wears high heels unless it's an important occasion.

Zheng Tianming picked up his suit jacket from the back of the sofa and stood up. He touched Xu Lu's hair and said, "Let's go."

"ah?"

Xu Lu and Xu Mengyu both expressed their doubts.

“I’m worried about leaving the child home alone,” Zheng Tianming said, bending down to pick up Xu Lu, who was sitting on the sofa.

Xu Mengyu was silent for a moment: "Then what if you encounter danger while taking Lulu with you?"

“Don’t doubt my abilities.” Zheng Tianming said, holding Xu Lu with one arm and taking Xu Mengyu’s bag with the other.

Xu Lu's face turned as red as if it were on fire. He was already eight years old, and his father was still holding him like that...

Xu Mengyu couldn't be the bad guy in front of the child, so if he wanted to hold him, she would let him.

After getting on the elevator, Xu Mengyu's phone rang: [Hello.]

A deep, resonant voice came from the other end: "Sister Xu, I'm back. I'm at the airport now."

Zheng Tianming heard it clearly: a man said he had arrived at the airport, and Xu Mengyu had said last night that the person she liked was getting off the plane at noon today.

Xu Mengyu gripped her phone. Of all times to come back, why now? [Go straight back to the studio for a meeting.]

The person who made the call had video chatted with Xu Mengyu before. His name was Fang Bei, he had dark skin, was an athletic guy, and was twenty-two years old.

Zheng Tianming's face darkened, and he tightened his grip on Xu Lu, his expression complex, as if he was hesitating about something.

"Is that Uncle Fang Bei?" Xu Lu asked curiously.

Xu Mengyu nodded: "Don't you like him a lot?" Fang Bei would buy toys for Xu Lu every time he saw him. In the studio, besides Shen Mei, he was the only one who knew that she had a child.

"I don't like it." Xu Lu answered decisively. Before, he thought that since he didn't have a father, Uncle Fang Bei was the best choice. He had a good temper, was cheerful, and often took him out to play and bought him toys.

But now that he has his own father, who is tall, handsome, and knowledgeable, why does he still like other uncles?

Xu Mengyu glared at Xu Lu: "This is not good of you. You liked him so much before, you were even clamoring to call him dad, but now you don't like him anymore?"

“I used to wear diapers, but I don’t anymore.” Xu Lu said, resting her chin on Zheng Tianming’s shoulder. If he argued back, he would get beaten up.

Xu Mengyu reached out and pinched Zheng Tianming's waist: "Your son is yours."

“...”

Zheng Tianming's face was even uglier than before. What did Xu Mengyu mean? If he didn't come, did she plan to make Xu Lu call Fang Bei "father"?

He wanted to see what kind of person Xu Mengyu liked!