Chapter 29: Going to School on the Twenty-Nineth + Could Qin Cheng be his uncle's son...?

Twenty-nine:

With her school supplies ready, Ye Qingxi's registration time was fast approaching.

Qin Luan called specifically to say that they would go together so that they could visit the dormitory after registering.

Mu Shaowu readily agreed.

Ye Qingxi lay in bed, listening to his voice on the phone, and still felt a little amazed.

They're actually going to primary school!

Well, it's still pretty unbelievable.

However, Ye Qingxi was still very happy to be able to return to school in some ways.

He had almost no normal schooling experience from a young age. Starting at the age of five, he was constantly on the road of auditioning, acting, auditioning again, and acting again. Occasionally, he would also shoot some commercials—not the kind of endorsement commercials, but commercials in which he appeared as a child.

As a result, his time at school gradually decreased from several months to several weeks, then to several days. Finally, his parents realized that it was more convenient for him to have a private tutor at home than to go to school, so Ye Qingxi no longer needed to go to school.

His parents kept his student status at the school, allowing him to remain enrolled while he stayed at home receiving one-on-one professional tutoring.

This one-on-one teaching method is indeed very useful and more suitable for students like Ye Qingxi with irregular schedules. However, because of this, he completely lost his former friends.

They no longer had the time or space to connect, and were unable to maintain their fledgling friendship, which slowly faded from each other's lives.

Children's growth is always limited by adults.

A single move can scatter a friendship to the ends of the earth, let alone someone like Ye Qingxi.

He walked a different path from everyone else. They saw different scenery and experienced different rivers. They may never have thought about drifting apart, but they could not control themselves and could only walk towards a path where they could not see each other.

Finally, even if they turned back, they could no longer find the other person.

Ye Qingxi could hardly say clearly when he had completely lost his friends.

They had agreed to go to the botanical garden together, but he didn't go.

They said they wanted to come visit him, but he had to decline because of his audition.

They sat together, and he listened to them discussing the cartoons they had recently watched, only to find that he hadn't seen any of them and couldn't join in the conversation.

It was because he told them that filming was tiring and that he didn't like being suspended by wires, but they didn't understand and asked him, "What is wire work?"

Ye Qingxi couldn't explain it clearly.

He only remembered the beginning of the story: it was a hot day with a bright sun. His deskmate bought an ice cream and handed it to him so he could take a bite.

The ice cream melted very quickly, and the two of them ate it in a hurry.

After finishing eating, he looked at the other person's dirty mouth and laughed foolishly.

At the end of the story, he suddenly realized that he hadn't seen him in a long time.

But there was no way to meet the other person again.

Looking back now, their friendship was like the ice cream they ate that day.

It's very sweet and delicious, but it melts very quickly.

They tried desperately to save him, but to no avail.

And so, their friendship blossomed as they grew up.

It melted into the passing of time.

This time it shouldn't be like this, Ye Qingxi thought. This time, he wouldn't have to go to film anymore. He could sit at school, in his classroom, in his own seat, just like everyone else.

Then, his friends shouldn't disappear again, right?

He will then... have his own long-lasting good friends, right?

As Ye Qingxi thought this, she couldn't help but feel a little expectant.

A few days later, the registration period finally arrived.

Mu Shaowu drove Ye Qingxi to the school.

To avoid being recognized, he wore glasses, a hat, and even a wig; he was practically beard-covered.

So much so that Qin Cheng was a little puzzled when he saw him, not understanding why he was dressed like that.

Qin Luan was quite understanding. She smiled and led Mu Shaowu and Ye Qingxi to Ye Qingxi's classroom.

Afterwards, he went to Qin Cheng's class with Qin Cheng.

After registering and receiving her textbooks, Ye Qingxi went with Mu Shaowu, Qin Luan, and Qin Cheng to the student dormitory where he would take his afternoon nap.

This was Ye Qingxi's first time entering the student dormitory.

Looking at the table, bed, and cabinet in front of him, he sighed, thinking that this was probably fate—different paths leading to the same destination.

In Ye Qingxi's plan.

After finishing the college entrance examination this year, he should go to university, attend classes and live with everyone.

Unexpectedly, even though he died and didn't take the college entrance exam, they still managed to attend classes and live together.

Ye Qingxi found it somewhat amusing when she thought about it.

Mu Shaowu stood beside him, looking him up and down, and finally nodded, commenting, "Not bad."

He looked down and saw his son's lips curl up slightly, as if he had thought of something.

Mu Shaowu raised his hand and poked his face.

Ye Qingxi: ? ? ?

Ye Qingxi looked up at him, her eyes full of confusion.

Why did you poke him?

"Xiao Xi, what do you think?" Mu Shaowu asked.

While asking, he poked it twice more.

Ye Qingxi: ...

Ye Qingxi felt that his hand should be removed from his face!

“Okay,” he said.

Although he had never lived in a dormitory before, he thought the environment of the dormitory in front of him was quite good.

He was very satisfied.

“I think it’s alright too,” Mu Shaowu said.

He turned to Qin Cheng and asked, "Xiao Cheng, which bed are you sleeping in?"

"Which bed do you want to sleep in?" Qin Cheng didn't answer directly, but looked at Ye Qingxi instead.

Ye Qingxi is younger than him and has just started first grade, so Qin Cheng wanted him to choose first.

Ye Qingxi didn't seem to care: "I'm fine with anything."

"I'm fine with either."

Ye Qingxi: ...

Alright, it seems that if I don't choose, Qin Cheng probably won't either.

Thinking this through, Ye Qingxi chose the bed that she preferred slightly more from the two options.

Qin Cheng then indicated that he would sleep in the other bed.

Mu Shaowu laughed, "Okay."

After he finished speaking, he opened his suitcase and prepared to make the bed for Ye Qingxi.

Seeing this, Qin Luan walked over to him and helped him make the bed for Ye Qingxi, put on the duvet cover and the whole set of clothes. She also sorted the clothes and blankets she had brought and put them into Ye Qingxi's closet.

By the time everything was finished, it was already quite late.

Mu Shaowu then took Ye Qingxi home.

He had planned to have dinner with Qin Luan and Qin Cheng, but Mu Shaoting sent a message saying that she had ordered a cake for Ye Qingxi and asked them to come back early.

Left with no other option, Mu Shaowu could only say, "I'll treat you to dinner next time."

"No need," Qin Luan said with a smile. "It's just a small favor."

"By the way, I'm coming over tomorrow at noon to deliver lunch to Xiao Cheng. Should I bring some for Xiao Xi too?"

Mu Shaowu shook his head, "I'm on break recently, so I'll come over tomorrow at noon."

He quickly added, "Then I'll treat you to lunch tomorrow. Sister-in-law, you don't need to bring your own lunch. I'll treat you and Xiao Cheng to lunch together."

"Okay." He invited her to dinner twice, and seeing his insistence, Qin Luan didn't refuse again.

Mu Shaowu then let Ye Qingxi say goodbye, got him into the car, and drove back.

When they arrived home, the cake that Mu Shaoting had ordered had already arrived.

"Didn't you just eat this a couple of days ago? Why are you eating it again?" Mu Shaowu looked at her. "Aren't you afraid of gaining weight now?"

“What do you know?” Mu Shaoting sighed. “I prepared this for myself, Xiao Xi, and Mu Shaoyan.”

"After today, our wonderful holiday will be over. Do you understand this kind of pain? We need to eat something sweet to comfort ourselves."

Mu Shaowu then realized that he had been so busy with his son lately that he had forgotten that Ye Qingxi was not the only student in the family. Now that Ye Qingxi had started school, Mu Shaoyan and Mu Shaoting should also start school soon.

Having both been students, Mu Shaowu could understand his sister's feelings very well.

So he picked up his phone and sent Mu Shaoting a red envelope, saying, "Here, to comfort you."

Mu Shaoting quickly said, "Thank you, brother. You're so kind."

Mu Shaoyan: ? ? ?

"Where's mine?! There's another person here?! Can't you see me, a grown man?!"

Mu Shaowu: ...

Mu Shaowu looked at his good-for-nothing younger brother and said, "Your school days are pretty much the same as your holidays. You just sleep, fight, and play games. Do you need comforting?"

Mu Shaoyan: ? ? ?

Mu Shaoyan: ...

Mu Shaoyan angrily hugged the pillow and gave it a hard squeeze.

Was he really not adopted by their family?

He looks like someone who was picked up from the ground!

My father doesn't care about me, and my brother doesn't love me!

What happened to the youngest son being the most favored?

How come everything changes when it comes to him!

Mu Shaowu smiled at his angry face, and finally picked up his phone to send a red envelope to his younger brother as well.

After sending the message, he looked at Ye Qingxi beside him and said, "When we get back, Dad will register a WeChat account for you and send you a red envelope."

"Don't worry, Dad will send you the biggest one." Mu Shaowu whispered in his ear.

After having dinner and cake, Ye Qingxi followed Mu Shaowu back to his bedroom.

As Ye Qingxi passed by her bedroom, she turned her head and glanced at it.

Mu Shaowu had previously told him that he only needed to stay in his bedroom for a week to make sure he wouldn't get sick again, after which he could go back to his own bedroom.

Later, he said he would go back to live there after the renovation was completed.

But now, it has been more than a week.

His bedroom has also been renovated.

Mu Shaowu then said that the newly renovated room needed to be aired out before anyone could move in.

What he said was reasonable and well-founded, and Ye Qingxi simply couldn't refuse.

So much so that he is still living in Mu Shaowu's bedroom.

She almost felt that was his bedroom.

I don't know when he'll be able to go back to his bedroom.

Although... Ye Qingxi felt that he didn't really want to go back to his bedroom anymore.

Mu Shaowu acted quickly, registering a WeChat account for Ye Qingxi in no time.

He added Ye Qingxi, and then shared his WeChat contact in their family group chat, so that others could also add Ye Qingxi.

"When you go to school tomorrow, you can add Xiao Cheng and your classmates on WeChat so you can keep in touch anytime."

Ye Qingxi nodded and took her phone watch.

A short while later, Mu Shaoting and Mu Shaoyan sent him two red envelopes.

Mu Shaoting: [Good luck with your school, Xiaoxi!]

Mu Shaoyan: [If anyone bullies you, feel free to message me on WeChat anytime.]

Ye Qingxi smiled, and then his WeChat beeped again. He opened it and found it was Mu Zheng.

Mu Zheng: [If you're unhappy at school, tell your dad, or your uncle too.]

Mu Zheng: [It's okay if you don't want to go to elementary school anymore. Just send a message to your uncle, and he'll send you back to your previous kindergarten, no matter when or how long you stayed in first grade.]

Ye Qingxi watched quietly, feeling a tenderness in her heart.

He replied to each one: "Thank you."

He will be fine and happy going to school.

However, on the first day of school, at seven o'clock in the morning, Ye Qingxi was already unhappy before she even arrived at school.

The reason is simple: waking up early is just too painful!

Ye Qingxi is now used to sleeping in late and getting up at 10 or 11 o'clock. Suddenly asking her to get up at 7 o'clock, Ye Qingxi feels that she can't get up at all.

It's often said that it's easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. He used to sleep in late and hardly ever spent any time, but now, he's only getting up at seven o'clock, which is much better than his previous sleepless nights, yet he's starting to feel uncomfortable.

Ye Qingxi sighed and looked out the window. If only she had to go to school, she wouldn't have to get up early.

Upon arriving at the school, Mu Shaowu led him to the school gate.

"I'll come pick you up again at noon," Mu Shaowu said, stopping in his tracks and looking at him.

Ye Qingxi nodded.

"You just focus on your studies. If anything happens, call me anytime."

Ye Qingxi nodded again.

Mu Shaowu patted his head, looking at his small figure, and for some reason, felt a little reluctant to part with him.

He now understands parents who send their children to kindergarten but are reluctant to leave.

If it were him, he probably would have wanted to lie by the window and secretly watch.

"Then Dad will go back first."

"Be careful on the road," Ye Qingxi said.

"Okay." Mu Shaowu felt that he was worrying a lot.

He reluctantly pinched Ye Qingxi's cheek, then couldn't help but hug him, before finally looking at Ye Qingxi with a sullen expression.

"Won't you feel any reluctance to part with me?"

Ye Qingxi: ...Why are you adding more drama to yourself?

Since that's the case...

Ye Qingxi looked at him, pouted, her eyes gradually reddened, and tears slowly welled up in her eyes.

Sparkling and shimmering, it looked incredibly heartbreaking.

Mu Shaowu was instantly frightened.

Why does she look like she's about to cry?!

"No, no, no!" Mu Shaowu immediately became flustered and at a loss.

He looked at his adorable little son and said, "Don't cry, don't cry. Daddy will only be separated from you for a little while. We'll see each other again soon."

"Really?" Ye Qingxi's voice trembled.

Mu Shaowu nodded like a chick pecking at rice, "Really, really, Dad promises, you'll see Dad as soon as you leave school at noon."

Mu Shaowu touched his face, his heart aching.

Honestly, how can a child not be heartbroken when they have to leave their parents to go to school?!

But he still had to say that stupid thing, and now look what happened, the child can't hold back anymore and is really about to cry. Are you happy now?!

Mu Shaowu wished he could turn back time and cover his mouth.

"Don't cry, baby. Daddy will see you soon. At noon, Daddy will take you to eat something delicious."

Ye Qingxi nodded obediently, which made the parents who were dropping off their children feel sorry for her. "So good."

Mu Shaowu thought so too.

His son is so well-behaved!

He's so annoying!

That's so annoying!

Mu Shaowu kissed him, then reluctantly watched him turn and walk into the school.

The moment she turned around, Ye Qingxi's expression changed.

His tears had stopped, his expression was no longer aggrieved or pitiful, and a slight smile even appeared on the corners of his mouth.

Acting can sometimes be that simple.

I hope his cheapskate father can also have a day when he can be so easily manipulated.

Ye Qingxi followed yesterday's route and easily arrived at Class 1, Grade 1.

The teacher hasn't arrived yet, and the seats haven't been assigned; everyone can just sit anywhere.

Ye Qingxi glanced around and chose a seat in the second-to-last row by the window.

—He's not really here to attend class, so of course he'll go wherever the teacher won't notice him, wherever he can sleep or slack off, that's the best place for him.

Ye Qingxi put down her schoolbag, sat down, and waited for Pei Liang to arrive.

As it turned out, Pei Liang didn't get to see Zhong Yan and Kang Cong first.

Ye Qingxi asked in surprise, "What are you all doing here?"

Is that really such a coincidence?

"Surprised? Unexpected? Happy?!" Zhong Yan said with a smile, "I specifically asked my grandfather not to tell Grandpa Mu first, just to give you a surprise. Aren't you very surprised now?!"

Ye Qingxi was indeed quite surprised.

"How did you know I was here? Did Pei Liang tell you?"

Kang Cong nodded, "The three of us had agreed to go to the same primary school, and then Pei Liang said he wanted to come here. He also agreed with you, so we decided to come here too."

“Well, I hadn’t even decided where to go yet,” Zhong Yan added.

After he finished speaking, he took off his schoolbag and put it on the table next to Ye Qingxi. "My grandfather said that I should sit at the same table as you. From now on, we will be deskmates."

Kang Cong: ? ? ?

Kang Cong quickly stopped him, saying, "But my grandfather also wants me to sit at the same table as Xiao Xi."

They say that one becomes like those one associates with, just as one becomes like those one associates with.

“I’ve already put my backpack down,” Zhong Yan said.

"You can pick up your backpack again."

"I don't."

"Me neither."

Ye Qingxi: ...

Ye Qingxi pondered, "How about you two become deskmates?"

"So who will you be sitting next to?" Kang Cong and Zhong Yan asked in unison.

"Of course it's me."

Pei Liang entered the classroom at some point and walked over to them.

"Move aside, this is my seat."

Zhong Yan: ? ? ?

Kang Cong: ...

"Why should I?" Kang Cong retorted, unconvinced.

"Since I'm the smartest and know the most, and Ye Qingxi is also smart and knows a lot, we should sit together. Fish should follow fish, and shrimp should follow shrimp. The two smartest people should sit together."

Zhong Yan made a vomiting gesture, "I won't."

"Then I'll tell your grandfather first when the midterm exam results come out."

Zhong Yan: !!!

Zhong Yan never expected him to say such vicious things.

He was silent for two seconds, glared at Pei Liang, then picked up his schoolbag and sat down in front of Ye Qingxi, pouting.

Kang Cong thought about it and realized that he couldn't bear it either, so he silently sat down next to Zhong Yan.

Ye Qingxi: ...

Ye Qingxi was both amused and exasperated. "Are they just kids? Do you think your grandfather wouldn't know if he didn't say anything?"

With your grandfather's connections, the results will be released at 5:01, and he'll know by then.

There's absolutely no need for Pei Liang to say anything, okay?

However, Ye Qingxi thoughtfully refrained from saying it at this moment, fearing it would scare his poor new friend to death.

Pei Liang, having secured the seat of Ye Qingxi's deskmate, sat down contentedly.

Ye Qingxi: ...

Ye Qingxi reminded him, "When the teacher comes in a little while, they'll probably rearrange the seats."

It's hard to say who will sit with whom then.

"It's nothing," Pei Liang said calmly. "My grandfather has already spoken to the principal."

Ye Qingxi: ...6.

As Ye Qingxi expected, when the homeroom teacher arrived, all the students in the class had also arrived, and the homeroom teacher indeed rearranged their seats.

She arranged the students according to their height. At this time, Ye Qingxi was not considered tall among his peers, not to mention that most of his classmates were a year older than him.

So he regretfully said goodbye to his ideal seat and sat in the third row, where Kang Cong and Zhong Yan sat in the row behind him and Pei Liang.

Pei Liang was very satisfied; thankfully, the four of them were still seated together.

After just two classes, Pei Liang was dissatisfied.

Because Ye Qingxi beside him and Kang Cong and Zhong Yan behind him were all asleep!

Pei Liang was speechless. He nudged Ye Qingxi and whispered, "Wake up."

Ye Qingxi was incredibly sleepy.

He got up early this morning, and since it had been a long time since he had sat in a classroom to attend a class, he was sleepy during the first class.

You've already done a great job of staying up until now!

Ye Qingxi kept her eyes closed and couldn't open them no matter what she did.

Pei Liang turned to look at Zhong Yan behind him, but Zhong Yan was sleeping even more soundly than Ye Qingxi.

Pei Liang: ...

What kind of childhood friends does he have?!

Are they planning to get zero on the test if this continues?!

Pei Liang had no choice but to sit up straight and listen attentively to what the teacher was saying, planning to tell his three childhood friends who were in dire need of money after school.

Sigh, what will they do without him?

Seriously!

Pei Liang felt his figure had become much more imposing!

After barely managing to finish her morning classes, Ye Qingxi was already starting to feel hungry.

Kang Cong was even hungrier than him. As soon as the teacher said get out of class was over, Kang Cong stood up and said, "Let's go, let's go, finally we can eat."

The group went out together.

Pei Liang invited, "Ye Qingxi, would you like to have dinner with me? Our housekeeper is a great cook."

“Our auntie’s cooking is the best,” Kang Cong retorted. “Xiao Xi, come eat in my car. My grandpa’s car is huge, it’s like a house.”

Upon hearing this, Zhong Yan retorted defiantly, "What's so great about food? Xiao Xi, come with me. My mom is coming to see me at noon today. She's so beautiful, and she can even make little cakes, chocolate ones."

"What's so great about chocolate cupcakes? We have shrimp at home, lobsters! Huge lobsters!"

"The chocolate cupcakes are still tastier!"

A fight was about to break out. The two glared at each other, then turned to Ye Qingxi. "Xiaoxi, what do you think is delicious? Who do you want to eat with?!"

Ye Qingxi: ...

Ye Qingxi never dreamed that the first skill he would need to learn after transmigrating into the book would not be a life skill or a survival skill, but acrobatics.

What's so special about being the youngest Best Actor? If this continues, he'll eventually become the youngest acrobat—the kind who specializes in carrying water.

"That's all good," Ye Qingxi said with a smile. "But I'm having dinner with my dad today."

“You can have your dad eat with me too,” Zhong Yan said without any hesitation.

“My dad said he wanted to eat with my aunt and my brother.”

"Your brother is here too?" Zhong Yan and Kang Cong exclaimed in shock.

Ye Qingxi nodded, "I'll introduce you two another day."

“Okay!” Zhong Yan and Kang Cong replied enthusiastically.

The group chatted and before they knew it, they had walked out of the school gate.

Mu Shaowu was already waiting at the door. Qin Luan stood beside him, and when they saw Ye Qingxi, the two of them quickly walked over to him.

Then Zhong Yan and the other children's parents came over.

Today is the first day of school, and many parents are reluctant to part with their children, so they came to see them as early as noon.

Mu Shaowu greeted the other parents and exchanged a few brief pleasantries before continuing to wait for Qin Cheng's arrival at the school gate with Ye Qingxi.

Within two minutes, Qin Cheng came out with the other students.

The four of them then got into the car and went to the restaurant that Mu Shaowu had booked in advance.

He had already ordered the dishes before he arrived, and as soon as he sat down, the waiter brought the dishes over one after another.

Ye Qingxi was already hungry. When Mu Shaowu put a shrimp on his plate, she lowered her head and started eating.

Seeing this, Mu Shaowu kept putting his favorite dishes on his plate.

How was your first day of elementary school? Was the teacher's lesson difficult?

"It's not difficult," Ye Qingxi said. It's practically not even a millimeter away from being difficult, is it?

"I knew it." Mu Shaowu smiled and patted his head. "Our Xiaoxi is so smart, first grade is a piece of cake."

Yes, Ye Qingxi nodded.

After checking on his son, Mu Shaowu turned around and saw Qin Cheng. He then put a piece of food on Qin Cheng's plate and asked with concern, "How are you feeling, Xiao Cheng?"

"It's alright," Qin Cheng replied.

After he finished speaking, he picked up another chicken wing but did not eat the beef that Mu Shaowu had put in his bowl.

Mu Shaowu didn't pay attention at first, until he noticed that Qin Cheng had almost finished his meal, but his beef was still untouched. He then asked in confusion, "Xiao Cheng, don't you like beef?"

Qin Cheng shook his head.

"Then why aren't you eating?" He glanced at Qin Cheng's bowl. "Is it because your uncle didn't use serving chopsticks when he put food on your plate? Sorry, your uncle forgot for a moment."

Qin Cheng shook his head again.

"I don't like the taste of ginger," Qin Cheng said.

Now Mu Shaowu understood: this beef was stir-fried with green peppers and shredded ginger.

He laughed, “You and your dad are quite alike. Your dad doesn’t eat ginger either, so we basically don’t put ginger in our dishes.”

Upon hearing this, Qin Luan subconsciously looked up at Mu Shaowu, her chopsticks gripping the handle of her chopsticks tightening involuntarily.

Ye Qingxi was sitting diagonally opposite her and immediately saw her expression.

Although the expression was subtle and not obvious, who is Ye Qingxi?

He has acted in nearly a hundred films and television dramas since childhood, and has seen all kinds of expressions from his co-stars. He has even played countless micro-expressions himself.

Therefore, this expression, which others might overlook, was as obvious as a close-up on Ye Qingxi.

Strange, why would she make that expression?

Ye Qingxi wondered what was so surprising and what was so nervous about her.

Ye Qingxi picked up a piece of food without making it obvious, as if she hadn't noticed anything.

Qin Cheng was somewhat surprised to hear Mu Shaowu's words.

He had no idea that his father didn't eat ginger either.

"Really?" He looked at Mu Shaowu.

Mu Shaowu nodded, "Of course, would your second uncle lie to you? When your aunt was little, she loved to drink ginger cola in winter. After your grandma made it, everyone would have a cup, but your dad wouldn't drink a drop, saying he couldn't stand the taste of ginger in it."

Qin Luan gripped her chopsticks even tighter instantly.

Qin Cheng thought to himself: Then he won't drink ginger cola anymore.

Just like his father.

Mu Shaowu was focused on talking to his nephew, "Have you ever had ginger cola?"

Qin Cheng shook his head.

"Then I'll bring you a cup this winter, you can try it, and if you don't like it, I'll drink it for you."

"No need," Qin Cheng said. "I don't like drinking it."

"You haven't even had any, how do you know? I used to know someone who didn't like durian but loved durian pizza, so maybe you don't like ginger but love ginger ale?"

“My dad doesn’t like to drink it, so I don’t like to drink it either,” Qin Cheng said.

Hearing his words, Mu Shaowu felt a sudden tenderness in his heart.

Qin Cheng came to the Mu family with Qin Luan. When he arrived, his brother had already argued with his father about the marriage and moved out.

In the following year, Qin Cheng only returned home four or five times with his brother and sister-in-law during holidays.

He wasn't very talkative and wasn't familiar with everyone, so everyone treated him with politeness but not much intimacy.

If they hadn't eaten together today, he wouldn't have known that this kid, like his brother, didn't like ginger.

Little did anyone know that he would say something so childish, "My dad doesn't like to drink it, so I don't like to drink it either."

Mu Shaowu picked up a shrimp for him and put it in his bowl, feeling a pang of tenderness in his heart.

Qin Luan breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that they finally seemed to have ended the topic.

Ye Qingxi, sitting diagonally opposite him: ...

It's no wonder he overthinks things.

His aunt's expression is really strange!

It's just about ginger, isn't it?

What is she afraid of?

What, Qin Cheng can't possibly dislike ginger?

Or is it that Qin Cheng doesn't like ginger like his uncle?

What is there for her to be nervous about?

Ye Qingxi was puzzled.

He lowered his head and ate a piece of beef.

While eating, Ye Qingxi suddenly thought of something and stopped chewing.

He glanced subtly at Qin Luan, who was diagonally opposite him, and then looked at Qin Cheng, who was directly opposite him.

Qin Cheng, like his uncle, dislikes eating ginger.

Qin Cheng's aloofness was very similar to that of his uncle.

Qin Cheng is seven years old this year, and his uncle is thirty years old.

Is it possible that Qin Cheng is his uncle's son?

Ye Qingxi was almost startled by this idea.

But if Qin Cheng is his uncle's son, why doesn't his aunt say so?

Ye Qingxi couldn't understand it.

Wait a minute, he sorted out his thoughts. If Qin Cheng was his uncle's son, that meant his aunt got pregnant with him at the age of 22 and remained unmarried, raising Qin Cheng to adulthood.

Good heavens!

He's dribbling the ball!

Ye Qingxi suddenly felt it was even more likely!

After all, the world he's in right now is a novel!

In the world of novels, running away with a baby is as common as hairs on a cow!

Especially since his uncle is a powerful CEO!

This is more in line with the rules of dribbling!

No, Ye Qingxi quickly overturned her own idea.

This isn't a novel where his uncle is the main character; in this book, his uncle is the villain. Is it really necessary for him to be pregnant and run away?

No need.

He's not the main character, so why give him this kind of romantic storyline?

Ye Qingxi shook her head; he was overthinking it.

His thinking is too scattered.

Ye Qingxi picked up the yogurt beside her and took a sip.

As he was drinking, Ye Qing suddenly remembered something else!

wrong!

It's necessary!

Absolutely necessary!

Absolutely necessary!

At that moment, Ye Qingxi felt a shiver run down her spine.

He looked at Qin Cheng in front of him. If Qin Cheng really was Mu Zheng's child, then Mu Zheng's fate would not only be the destruction of his family, but also the separation of his wife and children.

This "son" is not a stepson, but his biological son.

At this moment, Ye Qingxi felt what it truly meant to kill someone by destroying their spirit.

He had found it strange before that the Mu family members were either dead or injured, but why was it that only Mu Zheng, the main villain who caused countless troubles to the main characters, was able to remain unharmed?

Because the original author never intended to kill him, but rather to destroy his spirit.

What was destroyed was his heart, which only valued his family and loved ones.

He and his son were complete strangers, living under the same roof, yet he didn't know that the son was his son.

He thought it was his wife's child with another man, but little did he know that it was his son, his own son.

He thought that by divorcing his wife, he wouldn't be a burden to them, but he never imagined that what he thought would prevent him from being a burden would lead him to tear his own family apart and cause his son to leave his biological father forever.

His family left him, his wife left him, and his son—he had no idea he had a son.

At this moment, Ye Qingxi felt disgusted and malicious.

That shouldn't be the case.

That can't be the case.

His life should not be trampled on like this.

He won't allow it!

He won't accept it!

Ye Qingxi calmly put down the yogurt in her hand and continued eating her meal as if nothing had happened.

After finishing their meal, Mu Shaowu drove Ye Qingxi and Qin Cheng back to their student dormitory before turning his car around to take Qin Luan home.

Ye Qingxi walked beside Qin Cheng and secretly glanced at him.

He didn't know if it was just his suspicions, but now when he looked at Qin Cheng, he felt that Qin Cheng looked a lot like his uncle. The eyebrows were similar, the eyes were similar, the nose was similar, everything was similar.

"That's it," Ye Qingxi thought. He had now completely accepted that Qin Cheng was his uncle's son.

If that's not the case, wouldn't that be awkward?

But it doesn't matter if it's not true.

After all, everyone already believed that Qin Cheng was not his uncle's son.

But Ye Qingxi thought that was unlikely.

On his way back, he thought about it again and finally realized that Qin Cheng, a character whose name was not mentioned at all, was given a beginning and an end in the original book.

It has a beginning and an end.

If he weren't his uncle's child, there would be no need to give him an ending at all.

Just like "Ye Qingxi", there is only a beginning and no end.

Because he is unimportant, and unimportant people don't need an ending.

Moreover, that sentence describes "the loneliness in the eyes of the child beside her." Think about it carefully.

This and this desolation.

It specifically uses "and" to introduce Qin Cheng, and uses "desolate" to subtly point out that Qin Cheng probably doesn't want to separate from Mu Zheng.

What could be more heartbreaking than Mu Zheng personally causing the separation between himself and his son?

It's just that his son didn't want to be separated from him, but he still pushed him away with his own hands!

knife!

That's a real knife!

But it's no use now, Ye Qingxi thought. Isn't it just catching a blade with bare hands?

He confiscated the knife.

Ye Qingxi silently shifted his gaze to Qin Cheng's hair. As long as he got Qin Cheng's hair and Mu Shaowu got his uncle's hair, then Mu Shaowu could do a DNA paternity test, and it would be clear whether Qin Cheng was his uncle's son.

As for how to obtain it, Ye Qingxi felt it was far too simple.

After waking up from his afternoon nap, he looked at Qin Cheng, who had woken him up, and smiled at him, saying, "Thank you, brother."

"Don't be so polite," Qin Cheng said. "Get up."

Ye Qingxi sat up, threw off the blanket covering her, put on her shoes, and then went to the table to drink water and comb her hair.

Yes, Ye Qingxi pretended to comb her hair.

After he finished dressing, he took a comb and walked to Qin Cheng's side, saying innocently, "Brother, let me comb your hair."

Qin Cheng: ?

Qin Cheng felt that his hair was quite neat and didn't need to be combed.

But Ye Qingxi had already stood on tiptoe and started combing his hair.

Qin Cheng: ...

Qin Cheng had no choice but to let him go.

However, Ye Qingxi soon realized that this wouldn't work.

Qin Cheng was taller than him, so it was inconvenient for him to pull his hair.

So he patted Qin Cheng's shoulder and said to him, "Brother, sit down and I'll comb your hair."

Qin Cheng: ...

"I don't think my hair needs any combing," Qin Cheng said.

Ye Qingxi quickly softened her voice, "Yes, yes, brother, your hair at the back is sticking up. Sit down, brother, I'll comb it for you. I'm really good at combing."

Qin Cheng: ...

Qin Cheng sat down with almost no resistance.

She's so cute and adorable.

He never knew that boys could be so cute.

Even a little brother can look this adorable.

Ye Qingxi smiled, and he knew it.

A five-year-old child, a five-year-old child who is so cute and beautiful, softly and affectionately acting like a child, who can resist that?

Anyway, his cheap older brother can't handle it.

"Brother, your hair is so black," Ye Qingxi said softly.

Qin Cheng: "...Your hair is black too."

"Brother, your hair is so smooth."

Qin Cheng: "...Yours is smooth too."

"Ah—I'm sorry, brother, I accidentally pulled out a strand of your hair." Ye Qingxi said pitifully.

Qin Cheng quickly turned to look at him and comforted him, "It's alright."

He looked at Ye Qingxi's scrunched-up face, stood up, and patted his head. "I didn't even feel it, really."

Ye Qingxi slowly relaxed her features and smiled, "Brother, you're so kind."

Qin Cheng: ...

Looking into his bright eyes and hearing his words, Qin Cheng thought his younger brother was really adorable.

So cute!