Shen Jinnian held the baby in one arm and sat up in a swift motion before jumping off the bed. He didn’t even bother putting on slippers as he rushed to the window of the nursery, pulling back the curtain to look down. Just as expected. Gu Yan stood downstairs, dressed in a crisp white shirt, holding onto a shared bicycle while taking a phone call. The spring sunlight shone through the gaps between the leaves, casting mottled shadows of the trees, floating on his shoulders. He looked like a picture-perfect ‘first love’ figure from youth. But to Shen Jinnian, it was infuriating. He slammed the curtains shut with a swish and yelled at the phone: "Gu Yan, will you die if you earn one cent less?" Yesterday, he had mocked Gu Yan for not having enough money to call for delivery, but never in his wildest dreams did he expect Gu Yan to personally take up a side gig—and worse, for him to end up paying for it in the end. Gu Yan, however, remained unbothered. His voice was calm, without...

On the way back, Tang Mian kept a close eye on Fu Shizhao’s emotional changes. Although Fu Shizhao seemed unaffected, Tang Mian couldn’t help but worry. Even more nervous than him was Fu Yu, Fu Shizhao’s father. The bodyguards directly took them to Fu Shizhao’s home. Fu Yu had been waiting at the door early, and upon their return, he anxiously inquired about Fu Shizhao’s injuries, clearly aware that Fu Shizhao had learned about his true identity, feeling quite uneasy. Tang Mian casually tossed the empty bubble tea cup into the trash bin, then climbed upstairs with the large, adult Samoyed, leaving the space entirely to the father and son. They needed to have a good talk. Tang Mian wasn’t worried about any discord between them; he was just concerned that Fu Shizhao might find it difficult to accept the truth about his biological parents. After all, in the internal struggles of the Fu family, his biological parents were indirectly or directly killed. He didn’t know when Fu Shizhao found ...

After sending Fu Shizhao to the examination room, Tang Mian casually found a bubble tea shop nearby. He sat in a corner close to the window with his tablet, drawing, and waiting for him. It was already autumn, and the ground outside was covered with many yellowed leaves. Today was a weekend, and there were many children on the street, mostly accompanied by their parents. Tang Mian saw a little girl holding hands with her parents, deliberately stepping on the fallen leaves on the ground with great enthusiasm. She had two braids swinging with each step, wearing a little dress and slightly thick leggings, looking extremely cute. Unconsciously, a smile appeared on Tang Mian’s face, mirroring the same joy as the little girl. Tang Mian still liked walking on the fallen leaves, enjoying the rustling sound they made under his feet, just like this little girl. The only difference was that he had grown up now and couldn’t squeeze between his parents anymore. He could only hold one of their hands...

Chapter 14: Predicting What Your Future Baby Looks Like Chen Han scrutinized for a while before asking, “Did he just call you ‘Dad’?” Shen Jinnian wasn’t sure how to explain. Then, Chen Han caught on to another detail. “Wait, why did he call your shirt ‘Daddy’?” Shen Jinnian sighed regretfully. “You already know—his brain isn’t quite normal.” Otherwise, he wouldn’t have clung to him so persistently. “That’s true,” Chen Han said, half-believing. He took another look at the shirt the little baby was treating like a treasure. It was indeed one Shen Jinnian had worn out earlier—just with some random mixed scents clinging to it. Seeing Shen Jinnian completely unfazed by the situation, Chen Han decided not to ask any further. Shen Jinnian quickly packed his luggage and skillfully stuffed the child into his backpack. “I already sent a sample for a paternity test. Once the police take the kid, I’ll treat you to a meal.” Chen Han unconsciously ignored the second half of the sentence. “When will...

Shen Jinnian tensed up and feigned complete ignorance as he firmly retorted, “What kid? Are you developing delusions in your twenties?” Gu Yan remained unfazed. “You just said you had to go home to take care of a child.” “I must’ve been sleep-talking,” Shen Jinnian said, his large, bright eyes meeting Gu Yan’s. They shimmered like spring water, clear and captivating. “You actually believe dream talk? Idiot.” “You dream about what’s on your mind.” Gu Yan’s tone carried a hint of amusement. “Or maybe you’re just planning ahead—already thinking about marriage and kids in your twenties.” Before Shen Jinnian could even get a word in, Gu Yan had already taken the upper hand with his sarcastic remarks. Shen Jinnian clenched his teeth in frustration, and he wanted to bite down and tear the person in front of him to pieces. “I'm too lazy to argue with you.” His foot, which had been about to step into his slippers, withdrew onto the bed instead. He wrapped himself in a thin blanket and left ...

"Gu Yan." Wrapped in a thin blanket to cover his fair skin, Shen Jinnian crouched beside Gu Yan, looking completely resentful. "Why didn’t you tell me earlier that you did a full house cleaning this morning?" Not only did he clean everything, but he also washed all the clothes. Gu Yan paused from scrubbing and asked seriously, "Did you ask?" Shen Jinnian: "..." Well, no, he didn’t. "Don’t you have a dryer?" Shen Jinnian glanced at the clothes hanging on the balcony. It seemed like he really didn’t. He frowned, troubled. "Now that my clothes are washed, what am I supposed to wear today?" "If you don’t mind, you can lie in my bed and cover yourself with a blanket," Gu Yan suggested as he glanced at the sun shining brightly outside. "The clothes should dry in half a day." "That’s too much. I’m not an Omega." Why act like they needed to be so cautious? "Mm." Gu Yan replied lightly. His gaze ...

Since the day they met by the river, the yellow-haired boy hasn’t bothered Tang Mian anymore. It is said that the yellow-haired boy dyed his hair back to its original color, took off his studded clothes and shoes, and started wearing school uniforms and sneakers. He stopped skipping classes and his exam ranking rose by two spots, now being the third from the bottom. Not long after, both his father and mother came to the parent-teacher meeting. The reason was that he had been too “well-behaved” during this period, and they were afraid he was planning something big. When they arrived, they were greatly surprised to see his desk piled up with various study materials. Tang Mian didn’t pay much attention to it. As Mu Zichen said, he only listened to half of it before switching to other gossip. Tang Mian didn’t have much interest either, and even if he listened, he didn’t take it to heart. After all, it wasn’t someone important. Mu Zichen naturally received a sharp gaze from Fu Shizhao, whic...