Chapter 26

  He Sheng woke up the next day and found himself in Yuan Zhi's arms. The other party was still sleeping soundly, with his tilted head illuminated by a warm, misty light from the window, looking as beautiful as a newborn.

  Her head was resting on someone's arm, her mouth was attached to the back of their hand, and she always drooled when she slept. He Song stared at the water stain on the white and tender back of the hand, his eyes flashing with slight embarrassment and panic. Then he quickly used his sleeve to wipe it off, He Song wiped very carefully, so that Yuan Zhi didn't even notice when he woke up.

  "Destroy the corpse and erase all traces!" A lazy voice with a hoarse tone unique to early mornings sounded from behind.

  He Sheng suddenly sat up straight, his head hung low, "I didn't mean to."

  "It's nothing." Yuan Zhi sat up with her, his loose sleeping gown carelessly open, revealing his sexy collarbone and chest. He rubbed his messy hair, looked at He Song whose ponytail was disheveled, then reached out to touch the corner of her mouth.

  He Sheng turned his head to hide, but was pinned down by his other hand. "Hiding what? You're still so fidgety at your age?"

  "Disgusting!"

  Yuan Zhi feigned anger and said, "Do you think my hands are dirty?"

  "No." He Sheng hastily said, "It's me."

  "I don't mind your dirtiness, what do you mind?" He said, wiping the corner of her mouth with his thumb, "Alright." He let go of He Song, seemingly smiling but not quite, "You really are a little kid, sleeping and still drooling."

  He Song felt embarrassed by what he said and scratched the back of his head shyly.

  They sat face to face for a while, then Yuan Zhi kicked her and said, "You can go back to the house now. Wu Shu will be coming up soon."

  He Sheng looked at the time and it was almost time for Wu Auntie to deliver breakfast to Yuan Zhi, so he hastily jumped out of bed, grabbed his backpack and ran out without looking back.

  Yuan Zhi smiled as he watched her run out of the door, then fell backwards and closed his eyes.

  He Sheng knew that after that phone call, Yan Bai would definitely come over, but he didn't expect him to arrive so quickly, and not just him alone.

  The large villa, which had not been so lively since He Shuang's arrival, was now filled with several sleek and shiny cars parked outside. In the living room, a few men in suits stood around, while Yuan Chongyang lounged on the sofa, engaged in a hushed conversation with Yan Bai across from him. They stopped talking as soon as they saw the two children enter the room.

  A group of people's gazes converged on them, and He Song couldn't help but take a step back, his face slightly pale. His eyes were filled with panic as he looked at Yuan Zhongyang. It had been over a year since he last saw this person, but the shadow left by him still lingered. From being forced to come down from the mountain, it wasn't entirely Yuan Zhongyang's fault, but he was also the source of the problem, as if branded with an ominous mark. He Song didn't want to see him at all.

  Yuan Zhi's face was no better than He Sheng's, facing his own father, he didn't have the normal reaction that other children should have, on the contrary, he seemed to be extremely disgusted and hateful.

  Yuan Zhongyang didn't show much emotion about this, put down the paper in his hand and stood up to walk upstairs, saying calmly: "Come up."

  With his hands in his pockets, he walked up with a carefree and contented air, his broad and straight back showing no signs of age.

  Yan Bai walked up to Yuan Zhi, who looked like a wooden puppet, patted his shoulder and said, "Go on up, Director Yuan has something to say to you."

  Yuan Zhi ruthlessly brushed off his hand, his eyes cold and stern.

  After a while, he casually threw his backpack and walked up slowly with his head down.

  Until he turned a corner and couldn't see anyone's shadow, Yan Bai looked at He Song, who was still staring in the direction of the stairs in a daze, and said: "What did you say you wanted to give me last time?"

  He Sheng withdrew his gaze, ran to the corner of the wall where a decorative cabinet was placed, and took down an iron box from it. He had expected Yan Bai would come; after that phone call, she had put her gloves there.

  She opened it and took out what was inside, handing it over to Yan Bai. With a slightly awkward smile, she said, "I made it myself, maybe it's not very good."

  The pattern is very simple, a single light gray color, very simple and elegant. The touch in the hand is also very good. Yan Bai has never received such a thoughtful gift before, and after being surprised, he was also very pleased. He waved his hand and smiled: "I like it very much, He Shuang is more capable than I imagined."

  He Sheng licked his lips.

  "Is studying tiring? How's life in school now?" Yan Bai asked with a smile, fiddling with the gloves on both hands. He had tried them on and they were a bit small, but still usable, although he might not use them often.

  "Not tired, it's fine."

  "How's your studies?"

  He Sheng pursed his lips and whispered: "Twenty minutes before the deadline."

  Yan Bai put his gloves in his pocket and praised: "Not bad, better than I expected. With more effort, you can make it to the top ten."

  I will try hard.

  They chatted on and off for a few more sentences, when muffled banging sounds came from the second floor. It sounded like something had been smashed. The two of them instinctively looked towards the stairs, and after a few more bangs, Yuan Zhi's angry roar followed: "I'm telling you, in my eyes, you're nothing. You don't deserve to be a father."

  The other party didn't know what he was saying, and he said again: "That woman is just a piece of trash, asking me to come out for a piece of trash, can you say that?"

  He Xuan was listening dazedly, but in the next second, Yan Bai covered his ears and said, "Don't listen."

  But she still heard the last sentence, said by Yuan Zhongyang, who seemed to have walked out of the door, exceptionally clear: "You make it clear what your identity is, you're just a third-rate person sold to the Yuan family, you're not even a thing."

  He Sheng was stunned, as if he had been blown a loud blast by the northwest wind.

  Yuan Chongyang quickly walked down and said to Yan Bai: "I'll go first, call me if there's anything."

  He then nodded slightly at a few other men in suits, and the group left in a hurry. The sound of car engines starting up was soon heard outside, after which everything returned to calm.

  He Sheng looked up at Yan Bai and stuttered: "Why did you have to say that about Yuan Zhi?"

  Yan Bai pinched her ear, and unexpectedly didn't know how to answer this question.

  "What's wrong with him being Yuan Zhi's father? Why speak of him like that?"

  "After New Year's you're still only fourteen years old, maybe there are some things that I say that you won't necessarily understand."

  "How would I know if you don't say? I can understand." After a pause, he said: "Yuan Zhi is very good, shouldn't speak ill of him, even if that person is his father."

  He Sheng didn't understand that the sentence was not directed at Yuan Zhi, but at his opponent's mother, a woman who survived in the cracks of society. It was during one of Yuan Chongyang's business trips, after getting drunk and having a one-night stand, that he had Yuan Zhi. It was Yuan Zhi's good fortune that he wasn't aborted like countless other fetuses. The woman had been arrested for drug addiction and later gave birth to the young man in rehab. If she hadn't been caught back then, Yuan Zhi would have ended up like those fetuses, discarded and forgotten.

  He was sent to the Yuan family at the age of five, and no one knows what kind of life he had in the previous five years. It's probably not good. The big Yuan family wouldn't welcome a child like him, especially since he was a stain on Yuan Chongyang's decades-long life. Except for the late Mr. Yuan, Yuan Zhi's grandfather, Yuan Tai'an, Yuan Chongyang's father.

  The Yuan family's descendants were sparse, and in order to preserve the bloodline of Yuan Tai'an, Yuan Zhi was used as a pawn and sold to the Yuan family by that woman. Later, it is said that the woman used this money to take drugs again, and eventually died from an overdose.

  What kind of family ethics play is this?

  What a beautiful young man should have been born and raised in luxury, the natural son of heaven, how could he have had such an unexpected birth.

  Such an unbearable past was calmly and lightly stated by Yan Bai, with a hint of eerie calmness and helplessness.

  Yan Bai looked at He Song in a daze for a long time, his face pale, "I heard from Wu Shu that you and Yuan Zhi are very close now."

  "Mm." She nodded, "Yuan Zhi takes good care of me."

  "Who would have thought that kid would take care of someone?"

  He Sheng didn't say anything.

  He said again: "I'll go up and take a look at him, you eat first!"

  He Sheng looked at him and nodded.

  Yan Bai went up the stairs to the second floor, while He Sheng walked into the kitchen. The bowls and chopsticks were arranged on the dining table as usual. Wu Shu stood at the sink with her back to the door, still not coming out.

  "Wu Auntie." He Sheng called out.

  "Ah, I've put the food on the table, hurry up and eat." She didn't turn around, but turned on the faucet to start washing her hands.

  He Sheng walked up to her side, "Aunt Wu."

  "Huh?"

  "Don't cry!"

  Aunt Wu lowered her head even more, swallowing hard and nodding, "Don't cry, what am I crying for!"

  He Sheng curved his mouth and said, "I won't eat yet, let's wait for Yuan Zhi to come and eat together."

  Then she also turned and ran upstairs. After Wu Shu and others walked away, she covered her face with her hands and sobbed.

  The author has something to say: Waaahhh... I heard that the previous clicks are not coming back, and there were at least tens of thousands! Waaahhh... Fortunately, the V chart ranking is based on earnings, otherwise, it would be unknown how to hang in there... Waaahhh... Still heartbroken...

  Yuan Zhi wrapped his arms around his own daughter and glanced at her, saying lightly: "Older brother, being so desperate for a few clicks isn't your style! You're really putting on airs!"

  He Sheng said softly: "Don't be sad!"

  I: ...Two upstairs, go cry properly in the next chapter!

  PS: Has everyone found this chapter different from before? Well, to put it bluntly, the formal abuse has begun!

  There are too many things in life that cannot be chosen, and even escaping has no reason.

  Comrades, get ready with your tissues, I have a premonition that you will definitely shed tears in the near future, and some may even be sniffling, but please believe them, they have enough perseverance to hold on till the end, hope you do too!