Xia Xi: "Ah?"

She thought of all kinds of possibilities, but she never expected the answer to be this.

"When did you see it?"

"Last month, I was playing a game on your phone. While waiting for it to download, I looked at the photo album." Ziheng confessed everything. "You have an encrypted photo album. I tried it, and the password is your birthday. It's full of photos of that uncle."

Xia Xi: “…”

Are kids nowadays too smart? Unlike when she was little, she was dumb and didn’t understand anything.

Xia Xi pursed her lips, pinched his soft cheeks, and decided to give him a lesson called "Privacy": "Encryption means that no one else can see it except you. This is called privacy. Whether it's my stuff or someone else's, you can't crack the password without permission. It's very disrespectful. We must learn to respect other people's privacy, understand?"

Ziheng nodded obediently: "Oh."

"My dear son, you are so good." Xia Xi kissed him. Her voice would unconsciously become coquettish when she spoke to her son and daughter. "Let's go to bed. We have to go to school tomorrow."

She picked up the child, walked out of the bathroom, and glanced at Youyou on the bed. The little kid was sleeping on his stomach, holding her little rabbit plush toy in his hand.

Xia Xi put Ziheng on another small bed, tucked him in, turned off the lights, and left a mushroom-shaped night light on.

Just as she was about to leave, her hand was grabbed by Ziheng's small hand.

Ziheng spoke softly, afraid to wake up his sleeping sister: "Mom, you still haven't told me whether that uncle is my father or not."

Xia Xi sighed inwardly. It was really hard to fool children. She sat down on the bed, thought for a long time, and said ambiguously, "If Mommy said it wasn't true, would you believe it?"

Ziheng pulled up the quilt to cover half of his face, revealing a pair of big eyes that rolled around: "I know."

Xia Xi: “???”

What do you know?

Ziheng said with certainty: "He is my father, right?"

The expression on Xia Xi's face froze for three seconds. She felt a little hopeless. She didn't want to deceive the child, nor did she want the child to know the truth. However, she didn't master the communication skills, and he still found out.

"Then let me ask you, if Mommy doesn't want you to have any contact with Daddy, will you blame Mommy?"

"No." Ziheng pulled back the quilt that was covering his face, patted it with his little hands, and said honestly, "I don't want him to be my dad at all. I don't like him."

Xia Xi was confused: "Why?"

Ziheng pursed his lips, his expression cool: "No reason, I just don't like him. Mom, if you want to find a stepfather for me in the future, you can consider Uncle Lu. A godfather is also fine!"

Uncle Lu refers to Lu Mingji, whom they often dined with abroad. He has a gentle personality and the two children adore him. As for their godfather, it's Zhou Du, a fashion and beauty blogger who occasionally flies abroad on business. He's met the two children a few times, always bringing a ton of gifts, and he's won their hearts without them even realizing it.

Xia Xi: “…”

*

The next day, at four o'clock in the afternoon, Tang Yizhou was talking to someone in a coffee shop near the Xu Group. After finishing, he suddenly had the urge to go see Xu Yanfeng.

The receptionist recognized him as the eldest son of the Tang family and a good friend of their General Manager Xu. So, without further ado, they asked him if he had an appointment. They just nodded, greeted him, and let him in.

Tang Yizhou's peach blossom eyes sparkled with a smile as he casually praised, "I was wondering why the whole hall seemed a lot brighter. It turns out Xiaowei has become prettier again."

The receptionist named Xiao Wei lowered her head slightly, a shy smile on her lips: "Mr. Tang always knows how to make fun of me."

Tang Yizhou waved his hand, put one hand in his pocket, and walked into the elevator in a cool manner. He went straight to the CEO's office, knocked on the door symbolically, and walked in. When he saw the person behind the desk, his jaw dropped in shock: "Oh my god, Xu Er, what happened to your face? It's disfigured."

Xu Yanfeng said coldly: "Why are you here?"

"I was just passing by and came to see you." Tang Yizhou held the edge of the table with both hands, laughing as he spoke, "You must have come to your senses and decided not to hang yourself on Xia Xi's tree, so you found a woman to have sex with last night."