Whose child is this anyway?
Bai Wuqing, feeling like his heart is about to burst, wants to seek help but realizes everyone has disappeared without a trace. Even though he is falling apart inside, he is the only one suffering in this mont.
Did he betray Jingru?
No!
Impossible!
Such a thing has never happened!
He and Jingru grew up together, except for the ti they were separated during college, they’ve never been apart!
If Jingru knew about his grown son, could she ever forgive him? Jingru, a woman soft on the inside but strong on the outside, would definitely cut ties with him completely if she knew about his grown son!
What should he do?
His usually sharp mind is now a ss, incapable of coherent thought!
Gu Shaocheng, with his ambiguous smile, enters the room and joyfully proclaims, "Butler, bring food, as much as possible."
"Sir, this child..." the butler rushes over.
Gu Shaocheng sets Little Jiajia on a chair and lifts his face, "My son!"
Yan Fengchi chis in, "He’s also my son!"
", , ! I also count as one!"
Little Jiajia’s brow furrows slightly. He glances at everyone present and realizes that the most important person is missing. Suppressing the nervousness in his heart, he wonders why he can’t see that most important person. On the surface, however, he remains composed and calls out to Gu Shaocheng with a loud and clear voice, "Daddy."
Upon hearing the news, Chenxing arrives with a nervous heart.
She heard from Huanhuan a few days ago that he had a son but she didn’t believe it. However, rumors are now spreading that Shaocheng has brought an eight-year-old boy into the house with joy.
How could this happen?
Her nose feels sour all of a sudden. A twenty-eight-year-old man having an eight-year-old child is not an unimaginable thing, but her heart can’t accept it.
But when she enters the room and sees the boy’s face, she cries out instantly. Such a stylish little boy, who looks exactly like her Brother Wuqing. Is he Brother Wuqing’s son? Didn’t Brother Wuqing never marry?
Despite all the doubts in her mind, her heart falls from the clouds.
"Shaocheng, where did this child co from?"
Gu Shaocheng, with a beaming smile, waves at Chenxing, "Co and et my son."
Chenxing rolls her eyes, "He doesn’t look like you at all."
Gu Shaocheng laughs even more heartily, pulls Chenxing into his arms, "How can he not look like ? The child says I’m a perfect genetic match with him, right, kiddo?"
Almost forgot one of the most important things.
Gu Shaocheng pinches his little white face: "Sweet son, what’s your na?"
Little Jiajia puffs out his mouth, grumbles unsatisfied, "Don’t pinch my face, understand? It’ll make one side of my face bigger. My na is Jiajia, Sakyamuni’s Jia. In my previous life, I was the reincarnation of the Buddha. You having as a son is due to your good karma from a previous life."
Hua Hua can’t stop laughing.
"Oh my, such a big identity?"
Little Jiajia gives a disdainful look, "Of course!"
Yan Fengchi: "Jiajia, what’s your last na?"
"Yes, Little Jiajia, what’s your last na?" Chenxing approaches with a super friendly smile, "Tell big sister, and she will give you candy."
Little Jiajia bites his lip, no one notices that a hint of mischievousness flashes in his eyes, "My daddy is Gu Shaocheng, so of course my last na is Gu. Why do you adults always ask such silly questions?"
But inside he’s crying his heart out. He hasn’t seen his real father’s figure in such a long ti. Can’t he see that he looks just like him?
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