Zhou Songyan said calmly, “I already told you—finding out what I want to know is easy for me. Just a snap of my fingers.”
Li Mai looked at him suspiciously.
Zhou Songyan was really something. Fine, he’d found her address—but he even knew she was planning to send Chengcheng to her boss’s place.
Well, if he knew, he knew.
“President Zhou, I’m in a hurry. I don’t have time to chat,” Li Mai said, looking around for the ride-hailing car she’d ordered.
Zhou Songyan picked up Chengcheng’s small suitcase. “Let Chengcheng stay at my place.”
Li Mai: “???”
“President Zhou, don’t joke around.”
“I’m not joking. I’m serious. Don’t worry—I’ll take good care of Chengcheng.”
“There’s no need to trouble you, President Zhou. I—”
Zhou Songyan cut her off. “If you don’t want to trouble me, then you’d rather trouble Ji Wangyu? Are you that close with him?”
Li Mai fell silent for a moment. “…We’re okay.”
Her boss had helped her find a solution to her problem. She was grateful.
That answer successfully pissed Zhou Songyan off.
But he had no position to lose his temper.
He directly picked up Chengcheng and put him into the silver sports car.
It was Chengcheng’s first time riding in a sports car—one that cool. His eyes sparkled.
He loved it!
Li Mai was helpless against Zhou Songyan. She looked at her son. “Chengcheng, come down.”
Zhou Songyan held Chengcheng in place. “Li Mai, have you asked Chengcheng whether he actually wants to go to Ji Wangyu’s house?”
“Of course I asked. He agreed.”
“Then I’ll give him two choices now. Ask him—does he want to go to Ji Wangyu’s place, or mine?”
Seeing how much Chengcheng liked the sports car, Li Mai hesitated. “Baby, whose house do you want to go to?”
Chengcheng looked at her cautiously. “Auntie… can I go to Uncle Zhou’s house?”
Li Mai: “……”
Zhou Songyan curled his lips slightly.
“Now you know what Chengcheng really wants.”
Li Mai struggled internally for a while.
Chengcheng knew Zhou Songyan was his father. Of course he wanted to go to his dad.
But…
She looked at Chengcheng.
His eyes were pitiful.
He didn’t want to go to Ji Wangyu’s house—he only agreed because he didn’t want her to worry.
Forget it. She’d let him go with Zhou Songyan.
“President Zhou, please help me take care of Chengcheng.”
“You’re welcome,” Zhou Songyan replied. “Add me back on WeChat.”
Li Mai: “……”
In the end, Li Mai added Zhou Songyan back.
She also saved his phone number.
Her car arrived.
“President Zhou, I’ll leave Chengcheng to you.”
Zhou Songyan nodded. “Mm. You owe me a favor. Remember to pay it back when you return.”
Li Mai: “……”
Did she really choose to owe him this favor?
He was the one who forced it on her.
If he hadn’t shown up, Chengcheng wouldn’t have insisted on going to his house.
Li Mai didn’t respond. She turned to remind Chengcheng of a few things, then got into the ride-hailing car with her luggage.
Chengcheng was his son.
What was wrong with him taking care of his own child for a few days?
It was his responsibility.
She didn’t owe him anything!
Zhou Songyan was irritated by the way Li Mai left without looking back.
He pursed his lips and got into the sports car.
The silver Lamborghini drew a lot of attention on the road. Some people even took photos with their phones.
Zhou Songyan turned his head and saw Chengcheng’s excited little face. He smiled faintly.
“You like it?”
Chengcheng nodded honestly.
The car was way too cool!
“When you’re old enough to get a driver’s license,” Zhou Songyan said, “I’ll buy you one.”
Chengcheng froze. “I’m not even your son. Why would you give me something that expensive?”
Zhou Songyan laughed. “Because I want to. I’m happy to.”
Chengcheng pouted. “Uncle, if one day a son suddenly popped out of nowhere, what would you do?”
Zhou Songyan answered without hesitation, “Impossible.”
“Why?”
“Because there’s no way I’d suddenly have a son.”
He’d only ever been with Li Mai. He’d never donated sperm. How could a son suddenly appear?
That would never happen!
Chengcheng really wanted to slap him in the face.
But he couldn’t say anything.
……
Li Mai called Ji Wangyu.
“President Ji, I’m heading straight to the airport now.”
Ji Wang—
Ji Wangyu was still waiting at home, planning to go to the airport with Li Mai after she dropped off Chengcheng.
“President Ji, I’ve arranged for Chengcheng to stay somewhere else, so I won’t trouble you,” Li Mai said.
Ji Wangyu asked, “Where did you leave Chengcheng?”
“At a friend’s place.”
She couldn’t let her boss know she had left Chengcheng with Zhou Songyan.
There was no way to explain it clearly.
“All right,” Ji Wangyu said. “See you at the airport later.”
“See you at the airport.”
Li Mai hung up, worry rising in her heart.
She was afraid Zhou Songyan would discover Chengcheng’s true identity.
When she saw the look in Chengcheng’s eyes earlier, she truly couldn’t bear to refuse him.
Chengcheng knew Zhou Songyan was his father. He wanted to go to his dad.
If she stopped him, it would be too cruel.
…
Zhou Songyan took Chengcheng back to No. 58, Chunfeng Road.
Chengcheng didn’t act shy at all after going inside. He asked, “Do you live alone?”
Zhou Songyan was used to his mature, little-adult demeanor.
“Yes.”
He picked up Chengcheng’s suitcase. “Come upstairs with me.”
Chengcheng had to jog a little to keep up with him.
Zhou Songyan opened a bedroom door. “You’ll stay in this room. I’m next door. Call me if you need anything.”
Chengcheng nodded.
Zhou Songyan was about to leave, then turned back. “I’m going to the office later. Do you want to come with me, or stay at home?”
If he stayed home, Zhou Songyan would have someone come over to keep him company.
“I’ll go to the office with you,” Chengcheng said.
Zhou Songyan nodded. “Alright. I’ll come get you in a bit.”
After Zhou Songyan left, Chengcheng looked around the room.
It was very clean.
He didn’t stay long before running downstairs to play in the yard.
A car drove in.
He’d ridden in it before—it was another one of Dad’s cars, the one that had been left at the repair shop that day.
A man got out of the car.
Tall and thin.
When he saw Chengcheng, he froze, looking as if he’d seen a ghost.
Qin Xuan looked around. “Holy crap! Whose kid is this? Why is he running around here?”
Zhou Songyan walked out. “What are you yelling about?”
Qin Xuan jumped to his side. “Zhou Songyan, why is there a kid in your house?”
“A friend’s child. You saw him at the car shop that day, didn’t you?” Zhou Songyan replied.
Qin Xuan was stunned.
“It’s him?”
That day at the used-car shop, he’d only seen the child from afar and hadn’t gotten a clear look.
Zhou Songyan had said the kid was that woman’s nephew.
Qin Xuan glanced inside the house. “Where’s that woman?”
“She’s not here.”
“Not here? Then why is the kid here?”
“She’s on a business trip and left the child with me for a few days.”
Qin Xuan: “???”
His brain short-circuited.
Was Zhou Songyan seriously babysitting someone else’s kid?
“Zhou Songyan, how far have you two gotten? You’re already looking after her kid—no, her nephew?”
Zhou Songyan ignored him.
“Where are the keys?” Zhou Songyan asked.
Qin Xuan handed him the car keys.
Zhou Songyan glanced at Chengcheng. “Get in the car.”
Chengcheng ran over. Zhou Songyan lifted him into the back seat, placed him in the child safety seat, and buckled him in.
They drove to the company in the Bentley.
Leaving behind a completely dumbfounded Qin Xuan.