While washing the dishes, Jiang Han received two messages.

    One was from Yu Sheng: Mr. Jiang, the young master’s girlfriends and his younger brothers had a quarrel with Zhizhi (Zhizhi also came here to study).

    The other was from Song Cheng: Ah Han, is Xiaoguai your child?

    Jiang Han’s eyes fell on Song Cheng’s message, and the storm in his eyes roared, but in an instant, it was suppressed.

    Jiang Han wiped his hands clean, his fingertips trembled slightly, and he wrote and deleted several times before finally sending a message to Song Cheng, “Wait for me, let’s talk in detail.”

    His chest rose and fell, and he exhaled a long breath.

    After quickly putting away the dishes, Jiang Han took the initiative to say, “It’s late, I should go.”

    Jiang Dabai was confused, and the fat man pointed at himself, “Where is the nest? Where is the nest?”

    “…You,” Jiang Han, who had already grasped the door handle, turned around, his eyes full of meaning, and solemnly instructed, “Listen to your father.”

    Jiang Han walked quickly and quickly, abandoning Jiang Dabai without hesitation.

    Jiang Dabai held out his hand, “Uncle Jiang~~Don’t go, Uncle Jiang~”

    Click, the door closed from the outside, and Jiang Han left.

    Jiang Dabai retracted his paws, and immediately showed a little expression of smugness, and his big round eyes rolled.

    “Daddy~~” Jiang Dabai held his hands in front of his chest, tilted his head cutely, and asked sweetly, “Baby, can baby sleep with daddy~~”

    Wen Tian was full of doubts about Jiang Han’s sudden departure, and said without turning back, “No, you haven’t done your homework yet.”

    “It’s really inexplicable.” Wen Tian muttered, then skillfully opened the baby’s schoolbag, spread out the Chinese, mathematics, English, and handwork homework on the clean coffee table, and said with a smile, “Baby, be good, finish your homework and play the electronic piano for an hour, and Dad will coax you to sleep, okay.”

    Jiang Dabai looked at the homework covering the coffee table, and the baby was dumbfounded.

    .

    Kindergarten has been dismissed.

    At the school gate, the kids lined up in the big square like groups of ducklings, waiting to be picked up by their parents.

    But this day, this place suffered the most outrageous Waterloo after school in history.

    The kids in Class 2 cried heartbrokenly, and pairs of tearful eyes all looked at the tall man wearing sunglasses – the two kids beside him.

    Song Zhinian still stayed by the little kids’ side domineeringly. Fearing that the little kids would be exposed to the sun, he went to the teacher to squeeze carrot and apple juice for health, and poured it into a small kettle for his beloved kids to drink. Song Zhinian was like a majestic puppy, holding up a large parasol in both hands, providing shade for the kid and blocking all the kids who were crying in the distance.

    Don’t let the soft-hearted kid see.

    The little boy curled up his legs and sat obediently in the safe space circled by Song Zhinian. He held the small kettle, bit the straw and sipped the juice. From time to time, he raised his little face and asked Song Zhinian to wipe his sweat.

    His beautiful eyes looked around, looking for a warm and sweet figure with anticipation.

    He hadn’t seen his father all day.

    He didn’t complete Jiang Dad’s “task” well, and his identity was almost exposed by his brother’s “friends”. Fortunately, Uncle Song took him and Brother Zhizhi away in time.

    Halfway through the juice, a pair of slender legs appeared under the umbrella.

    The little boy instantly looked like a blooming flower, and his white and tender face lit up, “Uncle Jiang…?”

    The little boy jumped up happily and ran towards Jiang Han.

    Jiang Han bent his knees and half squatted down, holding the soft boy in his arms.

    The little boy was very happy, “Uncle Jiang is going to send the baby home?”

    “I’m sorry,” Jiang Han rubbed his head distressedly, “There was a little mistake. You and brother Zhizhi are together tonight, okay?”

    The little boy immediately pursed his lips, his nostrils flared, his long eyelashes trembled, and tears immediately fell silently.

    “…Yeah,” the little baby’s voice was hoarse and crying, but he still said obediently, “Baby, listen to uncle.”

    It was so obedient that it broke people’s hearts.

    Jiang Han folded his arms and hugged the little boy very tightly, his voice was dull and suppressed, “Little darling, uncle has waited for this day for too long.”

    “Uncle really needs you.”

    The little boy didn’t quite understand, but he couldn’t see his father all night, so he was still sad. Tears fell faster and more, and he said pitifully with a nasal tone, “Yeah, little darling, be obedient.”

    The tip of the little boy’s nose was red from crying. Song Zhinian wanted to step forward nervously, but Song Cheng gently pressed his shoulders.

    Song Cheng stared at Jiang Han with inexplicable emotions, his heartbeat accelerated violently.

    They returned to Song Cheng’s villa together.

    Song Cheng cooked himself and prepared a table of delicious dishes for the little cub.

    Without being told by adults, Song Zhinian began to learn to take care of the cub while he was eating.

    He was already six years old, and there were no bibs or baby chopsticks at home, so he let the cub use his unopened new clothes as a bib, and he fed him mouthful by mouthful without using baby chopsticks.

    On the spacious dining table, Song Cheng saw Jiang Han motionless, so he asked, “Aren’t you hungry?”

    Jiang Han pondered, “I’ve eaten.”

    Jiang Han was a workaholic, and his meals were irregular, so Song Cheng didn’t think much about it.

    After dinner, Song Zhinian took Jiang Xiaoguai to the room to do homework, while Jiang Han sat on an open-air chair and lit a cigarette.

    It was getting dark, and the terrace lights were not on. Jiang Han sat in the shadow of the night, like a statue with a heavy heart.

    “What do you want to talk to me about? It’s definitely not just about the psychiatrist,” Song Cheng sat down beside him and frowned. “I haven’t seen you smoke for a long time. Are you in a bad mood?”

    Jiang Han didn’t smoke. He repeatedly touched the cigarette butt with his fingertips, calming himself down in the slight pain.

    Jiang Han looked at the sky covered by darkness and asked softly, “Brother Cheng, think carefully, when did I stop smoking?”

    Song Cheng thought seriously, stirring and searching in the muddy deep water, but it became increasingly unclear, so he had to say, “I can’t remember clearly.”

    Jiang Han turned his face slightly, and his narrow black eyes seemed unfathomable in the shadows.

    He said, “It started three years ago when Qingqing returned to the Jiang family.”

    Song Cheng’s consciousness was guided by Jiang Han’s low voice, and the vague memory gradually became clear, “Yes, after having a child, you stopped smoking.”

    Jiang Han stared at him motionlessly, watching the whole process of him slowly waking up and understanding clearly.

    A few seconds later, a memory about Jiang Han quitting smoking three years ago suddenly appeared in his mind. Song Cheng asked himself in confusion, “Strange, why don’t I remember anything just now.”

    “Heh,” Jiang Han laughed lightly, and after a moment of silence, he said, “Think about it again, what is my child’s name and what does he look like.”

    Song Cheng frowned and thought carefully, sweating all over his body, and suddenly stopped.

    He only knew that Jiang Han had a child.

    But he didn’t know the child’s name or appearance at all?

    But the memory made sense: the Jiang family protected the child too well and never announced the child’s name and appearance to the public.

    It was not until today that he saw the little kid sitting at the table with the name tag “Jiang Qingyu”, but the teacher and the kids didn’t show any abnormality at all, that he suddenly realized something was wrong.

    Song Cheng stammered and looked at Jiang Han blankly, “…Why?”

    He asked without a clue, but Jiang Han knew exactly what he was asking.

    Jiang Han held the burning cigarette butt tightly between his fingertips. In the intense burning pain, he took a deep breath. His voice was immersed in the dark night, full of forbearance and pain. “Brother Cheng, do you realize now that there is something wrong with this world?”

    Song Cheng’s face was pale, staring at Jiang Han in the dark.

    “Yes, everyone only knows that I have a child, but they don’t know Qingqing’s existence at all,” Jiang Han whispered, and continued, “Three years ago, I knew that it was not Lin Qing who was with me that night, so I started to investigate.”

    “Brother Cheng, what do you think of the strength of the Lin family compared to that of the Jiang family?”

    Song Cheng shook his head without hesitation, “There is no comparison at all.” Jiang Han nodded, his voice slightly low, “But I almost overturned the Lin family, but I couldn’t find the existence of the other person, as if this world does not allow me to know who the other person is.”

    “Then, Lin Qing held Qingqing in front of me and said that it was his and my child.”

    Song Cheng looked puzzled.

    The little guy wanted to eat a small cake, and Song Zhinian took his little hand out of the room and went to the kitchen to find a small cake to eat together.

    They walked through the brightly lit living room, and the two adults looked back, their eyes full of deep love.

    “Next, I found out,” Jiang Han’s voice sank, with a hint of coldness in his tone, “as long as I go along with Lin Qing and make him happy, I can do other things.”

    Song Cheng was puzzled, “Other things?”

    Jiang Han nodded, with a bright light in his eyes, “For example, I prevented you and Lin Qing from meeting many times, so on the baby show, you and him were only meeting for the first time.”

    In order not to alert the enemy, he acquiesced to Lin Qing’s identity as his boyfriend.

    Then, when he was closely investigating Lin Qing, he found that there were too many occasions for Lin Qing and Song Cheng to meet.

    One is a movie star who focuses on movies, and the other is a top star who specializes in the stage. How could there be so many opportunities to meet and get to know each other? Jiang Han’s strong instinct made him realize that Song Cheng was also an important part of making Lin Qing happy.

    Therefore, he offered Lin Qing more and better resources and spared no effort to prevent him from meeting Song Cheng.

    “Lin Qing’s career is booming, and slowly, he seems to have forgotten Qing Qing’s existence,” Jiang Han couldn’t figure this out, but it was like a bug that shouldn’t exist, so he immediately seized the opportunity, “I can successfully replace Qing Qing and Xiao Guai. In addition,” Jiang Han’s voice became lighter, “I have been planning for a long time, and now the entire Lin family is in my hands.”

    “This world revolves around Lin Qing, and we are all arranged,” Jiang Han said solemnly, “Only by making him happy can we do what we really want to do.”

    The huge amount of information made Song Cheng’s thinking rigid and at a loss.

    But with the precedent of “Zhi Zhi’s mother”, Song Cheng woke up after thinking hard.

    “Why didn’t you tell me earlier,” Song Cheng panted slightly, “… Have you been bearing all this alone for so many years? Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

    Jiang Han smiled bitterly and shook his head, “I told you many times, but you couldn’t hear it.”

    “It wasn’t until today that you realized the abnormality yourself that we could really talk about these things.”

    There are not many friends who can confide in each other. When he first discovered something strange, Jiang Han couldn’t help but go to Song Cheng.

    He talked a lot of incoherent things that day, but Song Cheng asked him naturally whether he wanted juice or red wine.

    There was no reaction to what he said.

    Jiang Han also tried to tell his parents that Lin Qing was not the one that night, but they also could not hear him. They just asked him to be responsible for what he did and not let his good grandson suffer because of the problem of single parent.

    No one could empathize with his fear and pain.

    But gradually, the initial panic and fear slowly turned into anger and contempt.

    He wanted to fight.

    Fight hard to get rid of the fate that was arranged for him.

    He could only do so much, and he had to grope around with his beast-like instinct.

    But when he saw Wen Tian and the twin on the screen, Jiang Han knew that the opportunity to break his fate had appeared.

    The night was getting darker and darker, and both of them were deeply wrapped in darkness.

    The burning cigarette had been crushed into a pile of foam. Jiang Han slowly exhaled and looked at the little kids in the living room with cream on their faces.

    “Brother Cheng,” he said, “you have to help me.”

    Song Cheng’s eyebrows were calm, and his eyes reflected Song Zhinian who was carefully wiping the little boy’s face.

    “Okay, if the world revolves around Lin Qing,” Song Cheng’s eyes sank, “then we will destroy him together.”