017 Dreams and Reality
Huo Yanxi was still hungry; even after finishing that bowl of hot noodles, his stomach remained empty.
The long-lost taste from his memory made his heart ache.
He stared at the chubby little boy in front of him; he looked exactly like his mother.
They all looked quite well-off.
Now it looks much better.
"How can you cook at such a young age?" Huo Yanxi had just finished eating noodles and wasn't sleepy at the moment.
Xie Ziyu glanced at him, then stepped onto a low stool, bracing himself against the kitchen counter, and began washing and scrubbing with practiced ease.
“My mommy is busy with work and has to support the family. I learned to cook when I was two years old and helped her with housework. I am much better than those little kids who only know how to cry and want toys.”
The chubby boy looked arrogant and smug.
Huo Yanxi leaned against the kitchen counter, his long, slender hands resting on it as he quietly observed Xie Ziyu.
Since he hadn't mentioned his father, I asked, "Where's your father?"
The chubby boy paused in his dishwashing, then calmly said, "My mommy said my dad went on a long voyage."
Huo Yanxi was taken aback, unsure whether it was a genuine voyage or a euphemism for the deceased.
Do you miss your dad?
The chubby boy finally turned around, glanced at Huo Yanxi's portrait hanging on the red thread above his head, and pouted.
“I don’t want him at all. Mommy said he went on a long voyage, but I don’t believe it. He’s a gold digger, a scumbag who abandoned his wife and children.”
So what if his online profile picture only shows his mother? It doesn't change the fact that he abandoned his wife and children.
Anyway, he doesn't care about him at all. He's trying to please him just to claim ancestry, seize his family property, and make him beg on the streets.
Huo Yanxi felt inexplicably uncomfortable looking at the chubby boy's indignant expression.
He suspected that he had eaten the bowl of noodles too quickly, and it was making him uncomfortable because it was stuck in his stomach.
He clenched his fist and rubbed his stomach, still leaning there and refusing to leave, watching Xie Ziyu deftly place the washed dishes and chopsticks on the counter.
He became somewhat interested. "What's your name?"
"Xie Ziyu, Yu from the fire element of the sun. My mommy said that I was born lacking the fire element in my destiny, so she gave me this name."
Huo Yanxi silently repeated the name twice, finding it quite easy to pronounce. "Your mother is quite superstitious."
"Old Deng, I won't allow you to speak ill of my mother." He knew that superstition wasn't a good thing.
However, in the old tenement buildings, many people believe in changing their fate through the Eight Characters and Feng Shui, which is not superstition.
Huo Yanxi felt obligated to help, so he didn't argue with a child. He straightened up and said, "Go to sleep after you've washed the dishes. Children who stay up late won't grow tall."
He stepped out of the kitchen, followed by Xie Ziyu's furious roar.
"Old Deng, you just wait, I'll grow taller than you someday."
He's only four and a half years old; he has plenty of strength and ability to grow taller.
Huo Yanxi walked through the living room with light steps, showing no anger despite being offended.
As he walked down the corridor, he subconsciously looked toward the suite at the end of the corridor.
The door was tightly closed, with only a sliver of light leaking through the crack. He paused slightly, looking down at his clearly defined palm.
The soft, delicate touch of Xie Yaoyao's wrist still seemed to linger in his palm.
He rubbed his fingers together, unable to suppress his restlessness, and went upstairs on the suspended staircase.
In the bathroom of the suite on the first floor.
Xie Yaoyao splashed several handfuls of water on her face, and under the light, glistening water droplets rolled down her cheeks.
She leaned against the sink, looking at her round, chubby face in the mirror, and a feeling of self-loathing welled up inside her.
For the past five years, in order to avoid being followed, she deliberately gained weight and made herself look ugly, never caring about the opinions of others.
But……
When Huo Yanxi told her to get lost with that look of disgust, her heart ached as if it were being pricked by needles.
Her hands were clenched into fists, and her whole body was trembling slightly.
No, even for the sake of her reputation and self-esteem, she absolutely cannot let Huo Yanxi know that she is Chi Xiaoman.
"Mommy, where are you?"
Xie Ziyu's voice came from outside the bathroom. Xie Yaoyao hurriedly wiped her eyes and dried her face with a towel.
"I'm in the bathroom."
The cheerful footsteps drew near, and Xie Ziyu, who was lying by the door, cautiously peeked out with his dog's little head. Seeing that Xie Yaoyao's eyes were slightly red, he immediately rushed inside.
"Mommy, why are you crying? Did I misbehave and make you angry?"
Xie Yaoyao put the towel back to hang it up, then glared at him fiercely, "You still know you're disobedient?"
Xie Ziyu hugged her leg and shook it, saying in a coquettish tone, "I'll be good from now on and I won't make you angry anymore, okay? Please don't cry."
Xie Yaoyao couldn't bear to actually get angry with him.
She bent down and picked up Xie Ziyu. The little chubby boy had gained weight again, and it was a bit difficult for her to hold him.
Okay, I'm not angry.
Xie Ziyu wrapped his arms around Xie Yaoyao's neck and nuzzled his head against her soft, fragrant arm. "Mommy, don't be sad. When I grow up, I'll earn lots and lots of money and let you live in a big house."
Xie Yaoyao tapped the tip of his nose. "Okay, then Mommy can just wait to enjoy her life."
After making his promise, Xie Ziyu leaned contentedly on Xie Yaoyao's shoulder and said, "Mommy, I want to hear a bedtime story."
"good."
After placing Xie Ziyu on the bed, Xie Yaoyao covered his lower abdomen with a soft bath towel, then lay down beside him and told him a story.
It was late at night.
The master bedroom on the second floor was lit by a floor lamp. Huo Yanxi lay on the bed with his eyes closed and beads of sweat on his forehead.
He was dreaming.
In his dream, he returned to the boat house in the small fishing village. The bathroom was filled with steam. He pinned Chi Xiaoman against the wall and kissed her silently and fiercely.
That was their first time; Chi Xiaoman seduced him first.
The kiss hurt, so Chi Xiaoman braced herself on his chest with both hands, trying to push him away.
"Huo Yanxi, you bit me hard."
Little did she know that the more aggrieved she felt, the more excited he became. The girl's sacrificial offering ignited the long-suppressed desires within him, and he was no longer willing to let her go.
Chi Xiaoman hummed twice, but didn't push him away, being very obedient.
Amidst the mist, he opened his eyes, panting, and looked down at his lover in his arms.
His face was blurred by the mist, but he blinked, and his figure gradually became clearer.
But the person in his arms was not the slender Chi Xiaoman, but the plump and rounded Xie Yaoyao.
!!
Huo Yanxi sat up with a start, panting heavily, clearly quite frightened by Xie Yaoyao's sudden appearance in his dream.
His heart pounded wildly, like a hammer pounding on his chest, making it hard for him to bear.
He rubbed his forehead, unable to understand why he would dream of Xie Yaoyao, and even dream of doing *that* with her.
Has he gone mad?
Huo Yanxi, who was usually unfazed even by the collapse of Mount Tai, was on the verge of a breakdown.
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