003 Is he my dad?
The little boy had one hand in his pocket and was carrying a spatula in the other, looking both cool and arrogant.
"Old Deng, are you the old man who brought my mommy back?" Xie Ziyu's face was fierce as he pointed the spatula at Huo Yanxi.
Huo Yanxi frowned when he saw the oil stains on the spatula.
On the other end of the phone, Mrs. Huo exclaimed in surprise, "Why can I hear a child's voice on your end?"
"I'm hanging up." Huo Yanxi hung up the phone and stared at the child in front of him. The child's fierce and adorable appearance was like a stressed black cat, as if he might pounce and scratch someone at any moment.
"Kid, what did you just call me?"
The moment their eyes met, Xie Ziyu saw a red line appear on Huo Yanxi's head.
From the day he could remember, whenever he made eye contact with someone, he would see red lines growing on their head.
A portrait is hung at the other end of the red thread, and sometimes several portraits are hung at the other end of the red thread.
He was young and didn't know what was going on.
Later, he saw Uncle Zhang from next door go into Widow Wang's house. After Uncle Zhang came out, Widow Wang's portrait appeared on the red line above his head.
He roughly understood; the red line he could see was called the "melon-eating red line."
Wait, why is there his mother's picture hanging on the red line above this old man's head?
Oh, she's still the slender version of Mommy.
Xie Ziyu stared unblinkingly at the man in front of him with his dark, grape-like eyes.
He's not bad looking, but he's not quite a match for his mother.
"Old Deng, stop bothering my mommy, or you'll have another charming and adorable villainous stepson. When I grow up, I'll take your family fortune and leave you starving and destitute in your old age."
He's scared away people who brought his mom home before, trying to woo her.
This old man looks very rich, but rich people are all bad, and it's even less likely that he would marry his mother.
He must protect his mother and prevent her from being tricked into having a child by an old man again.
Mommy only needs one child.
Since Huo Yanxi returned to the Huo family and became the head of a top-tier conglomerate, no one has dared to speak to him like that.
But surprisingly, he wasn't angry; instead, he found it quite amusing and even considered teasing him, saying, "What if I were to cling to your mommy?"
"Then you'll have to ask the spatula in my hand if it agrees!"
After saying that, he swung the spatula, the tip pointing directly at Huo Yanxi's face.
"Mr. Huo!" The driver in the front seat immediately tensed up, fearing that the young man might hurt Huo Yanxi.
Huo Yanxi's cold gaze swept over the driver, sending a chill down his spine, and he immediately fell silent.
The atmosphere was tense when Xie Ziyu's Little Genius watch on his wrist rang.
The next second, Xie Yaoyao's loud voice rang out.
"Xie Ziyu, the stove in the kitchen is still on! Where have you been? Come back right now!"
The paper tiger that was just baring its fangs and claws instantly withdrew its powers, becoming as docile and cuddly as a big cat.
"Mommy, we're out of salt. I'm going out to buy some, and I'll be right back."
After saying that, he put away the spatula and waved his little fist at Huo Yanxi, "Old Deng, don't let me see you again!"
Xie Ziyu made a harsh statement, then grabbed a spatula and ran into the old tenement building.
Inside the black Bentley behind him, Huo Yanxi stared at Xie Ziyu's back with great interest.
It seems he is Teacher Xie's son, and people mistakenly believe he has some kind of relationship with Teacher Xie.
"interesting."
The driver didn't understand what Huo Yanxi found interesting; he only thought the boy was vulgar and rude.
"Mr. Huo, bad people come from poor and remote areas. Do you really want to send a teacher from the slums to tutor the young master?"
Huo Zidu is a true young master from a wealthy family. His father, Huo Yanzhou, was the former head of the Huo family. If he hadn't disappeared five years ago, Huo Yanxi wouldn't have had the chance to come back and inherit the family business.
His mother was the daughter of the shipping magnate Si family. The two were a marriage of convenience between wealthy families, a golden couple that others envied.
In the first year after Huo Yanzhou disappeared, Si Yuan was still full of hope that she could find him. In the second and third years, she slowly accepted the fact and was never at home, always out fooling around.
A perfectly good family was torn apart. Without parental supervision, Huo Zidu became unambitious at a young age, spending his days doing things like bullying men and women with his friends, and his grades plummeted.
Even so, they should hire the world's best teachers to tutor him, instead of just finding a teacher from a poor neighborhood to teach him.
Huo Sheng is trying to spoil his son, Zidu, and completely eliminate the risk of him competing with him for the family fortune in the future.
What a vicious thought! He'll report this to Old Master Huo later.
Huo Yanxi's expression was icy. "Uncle Zheng, are you questioning my decision?"
Driver Zheng Shu felt a chill run down his spine.
Huo Yanxi's cold-blooded ruthlessness is well-known in Hong Kong. If it weren't for the fact that he was sent by the old man, he wouldn't even have a chance to speak to him.
Huo Yanxi looked at him and found him as docile as a quail, and felt bored. He leaned back lazily in his chair and said, "Let's go back."
Uncle Zheng dared not say another word, quickly merged the car onto the main road, and sped away.
Xie Ziyu swept through the crowded and chaotic alley like a whirlwind, and met Wangzai, who had tipped him off, on the first floor.
"Yuzai, will that person in the car become your new daddy? My mom said that car is really expensive. You and your mommy are going to be picked up by a rich person to enjoy life."
Wangzai's mother is Widow Wang, a gossipy woman in an old tenement building who would talk about anyone.
Once, Xie Ziyu made eye contact with her and saw countless men's portraits hanging on the red line above her head.
Xie Ziyu patted his younger brother Wangzai's head, "No, my mommy doesn't like that old man."
Wangzai was relieved and immediately smiled broadly, "Then I'll continue to keep an eye on things for you tomorrow. I'll let you know if Aunt Xie has any issues."
"Okay, I need to go back and cook for my mommy. Let's play together again tomorrow."
After saying that, Xie Ziyu took off running upstairs.
Just now, Wangzai tipped him off, saying that Xie Yaoyao was brought back in a luxury car.
He didn't even notice the braised pork that Xie Yaoyao loved to eat was still simmering on the stove. He grabbed the spatula and rushed downstairs without even turning off the fire.
As soon as Xie Ziyu entered the house, he smelled a burnt smell. He crouched against the wall and slowly moved to the kitchen doorway.
Suddenly, a chubby hand grabbed his ear and twisted it. "Xie Ziyu, where's the salt you bought?"
Xie Ziyu winced in pain, stood on tiptoe, covered his ears, and smiled sweetly, "Mommy, let me explain, no, let me clarify."
"Hmm?" Xie Yaoyao narrowed her eyes.
Xie Ziyu immediately became honest and lied through his teeth: "I gave the salt to Wangzai downstairs, he doesn't have any salt to dip his dumplings in."
Xie Yaoyao thought of Wangzai downstairs, who was also a pitiful child, and let go of his hand, taking the spatula from his hand. "Go wash your hands and eat."
Xie Ziyu escaped unharmed, avoiding the basin of water in the living room and sneaking into the bathroom to wash his hands.
The living room was damp, with basins everywhere to catch the water.
During the rainy season, the upstairs apartment leaks water, making the house feel damp and stuffy, as if it were flooded.
Xie Yaoyao set out the food. She had eaten quite a bit at the teacher appreciation banquet, so she didn't have much of an appetite now.
Xie Ziyu came out of the bathroom and sat opposite Xie Yaoyao. In the instant their eyes met, he saw a red line appear trembling above his mother's head.
The other end of the red thread hung with the portrait of a young man, whom he had seen many times; it was his deadbeat father.
But looking at him now, his features vaguely resemble the imposing old man sitting in the car tonight.
Xie Ziyu forked a piece of braised pork and put it in his mouth, watching Xie Yaoyao, who was a little dazed, without making a sound.
She looked different from usual, with a hint of melancholy and dejection in her eyes.
Is it related to the old man who brought her back?
Xie Ziyu's mind is not like that of a normal four-year-old child. Living in a poor area like an old tenement building with a large flow of people and complex human nature, he would have been kidnapped long ago if he didn't have some sense.
Although he is only four years old in body, his mind is comparable to that of a ten-year-old boy.
He poked at the white rice in the bowl. "Xie Yaoyao, was the man who brought you back just now my father?"
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