Gu Zhixi has been feeling somewhat uneasy these past few days.
Since Xiaobao had called her that day, he hadn’t contacted her again.
Xiaobao was with He Jingyao, so of course there wouldn’t be anything wrong, but had He Jingyao truly not noticed anything?
Every time she thought about it, her heart would race.
After Pei Yuanchen returned, he had been busy helping Gu Bingjun with business matters, leaving early and returning late every day, so they barely saw each other.
So that night, she deliberately waited until after midnight before she finally caught him.
As Pei Yuanchen walked into his own room and was about to take off his coat, he was startled upon raising his head and seeing Gu Zhixi.
He then frowned, "What are you doing here? Pretending to be a ghost?"
"I want to take Xiaobao back," she twisted her fingers anxiously, "I keep feeling that what I did was too reckless."
Pei Yuanchen raised his eyebrows, "You realize that now? I told you before. If you can’t get your son back, don’t come crying to me."
Gu Zhixi was close to tears upon hearing this, "Then you think of a solution, will you?"
"I’m defeated by you," Pei Yuanchen rubbed his forehead, "Alright, go to sleep. Leave this matter to me."
"Really?" Gu Zhixi still hesitated, "What do you plan to do?"
"Gu Zhixi." Pei Yuanchen suddenly looked at her seriously, "If you don’t leave now, I’ll take it that you want to sleep with me."
"..." Zhixi gave him an annoyed look, "If you can’t bring Xiaobao back, I’ll settle the score with you!"
"It was your own decision, and you still have the face to blame me," Pei Yuanchen rolled his eyes.
This woman was becoming increasingly unreasonable.
When He Jingyao woke up, he felt as though something was pressing down on him.
He reached out to remove his son’s leg from on top of him before getting out of bed.
Next to him, the little guy was sprawled out in his sleep, his tiny body assuming an impressively domineering posture, as if trying to monopolize the entire bed.
He Jingyao couldn’t help but smile, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on his cheek.
The little one unconsciously scratched his face and swatted the air.
...This kid, had he picked up some messy habits from that woman, Su Zixi?
After He Jingyao washed up and got dressed, he even dealt with some work before glancing at the time and finally rousing Xiaobao from bed.
Groggy with sleep, the boy turned over, "...I still want to sleep."
He Jingyao raised an eyebrow, his tone casual, "Your Qixi is here, but if you still want to sleep, I’ll just tell her to go back."
Xiaobao suddenly snapped awake, scrambling out of bed, "Really? Where is Qixi?"
"What Qixi?" He Jingyao appeared to be half-smiling.
"Dad, you said Qixi is here!" The little guy jumped down from the bed, "I clearly heard it just now!"
"You must have heard wrong," He Jingyao spoke with composure, "You probably heard it in your dream."
Xiaobao looked puzzled as he scratched his head, "Really?"
He Jingyao cast a glance at him and, without a change in expression, hooked his lips slightly and carried him to the washroom.
After breakfast, He Jingyao was getting ready to go to the office and was saying goodbye to the little guy.
At this moment, Steward Li hurried in, his tone hesitant, "Young Master..."
"What is it?" He Jingyao looked at him.
"There’s a Miss Lu outside, the singer, Miss Lu Qixi," Steward Li’s eyes held deep suspicion, "She claims that the young master is her relative’s child who went missing a few days ago, and now she has come to take the young master away."