The teacup in hand fell to the ground with a crash.

  In an instant, the shattered glass from the cup splashed and flew everywhere on the ground. Pei Si hastily pulled Song Yuqiao over to his side, shielding her with his elbow.

  Because Song Yuqiao wasn't wearing stockings, the flat shoes were that kind of open-toed shoe, and the flying glass debris easily scratched the skin on her feet.

  Although Pei said that Cheng La was quick to react, Song Yuqiao's foot was still scratched by a flying glass shard. A thread of fresh blood seeped out.

  Not serious, just a scratch, Song Yuqiao didn't even feel the pain, but in Pei Si Cheng's eyes, it was absolutely unbearable.

  Pei Si furrowed his brow, "How can you always be so careless."

  He directly picked up Song Yuqiao and put her on the bed, with her legs flat on his own thighs, then leaned forward to examine the wound on the back of her foot.

  Song Yuqiao felt that Pei Cheng was making a big deal out of nothing, so she grabbed his arm and said, "Never mind, you don't have to worry about this for now..."

  Pei Si Cheng didn't speak, using his hand to press against Song Yu Qiao's leg that wanted to move, confirming the wound on her ankle was only a minor scratch and didn't need bandaging before putting her feet back down. Then he stared at Song Yu Qiao.

  Song Yuqiao and Pei Shicheng locked eyes, never lasting more than three seconds, but this time. A pair of deep-set eyes had an extra thread of softness like water, making Song Yuqiao feel a special kind of heartache, yet also warmth, unsure why these two extreme emotions would appear in her heart at the same time.

  She puckered her lips and asked again: "You just said I'm Xia Chuchu?"

  Song Yuqiao asked this because she had already confirmed before that she indeed knew Pei Si Cheng, whether in her dreams or due to the chaotic scenes that occasionally flashed through her mind from that big illness in Vancouver.

  Pei Si nodded: "Yes, you are Xia Chuchu."

  Even if Song Yu Qiao asked a hundred times, Pei Si Cheng would answer the same way a hundred times to comfort her.

  "Was it me who gave birth to Bae Ho-yeon five years ago?"

  "That's right, if you don't believe me, you can wait for Li Bei to bring over the paternity test report to confirm it. If you still don't believe it, you can take Pei Haoyu to the hospital to do a paternity test yourself. The blood relationship can't be faked, but... Pei Haoyu still doesn't know that you're his mother," Pei Si Cheng paused for a moment, "Generally, people themselves wouldn't notice, but haven't others said before that Pei Haoyu's eyes are especially like yours?"

  Song Yuqiao's mind is now very confused.

  Her mind is now filled with her past dreams about Pei Sheng, and some scenes where she was happily following behind Pei Sheng calling him "Gege", followed by the sound of a baby crying. She also had a fetal dream before, which she thought was just a fetal dream, but it should have been when she gave birth to Pei Huai Yu.

  My temples hurt, like being pricked by needles.

  Song Yuqiao couldn't help but bend down, clenching his fists and pressing them against his temples.

  Pei Cheng let go of Song Yuqiao's hand, then relaxed his wrist and pressed his fingers on both sides of Song Yuqiao's head, gently pressing, his tone was a bit tense, "What are you thinking? Do you have a headache?"

  Bai's fingers applied just the right amount of force, and under his massage, Song Yuqiao's headache soon dissipated. Those chaotic scenes that had once flashed through her mind disappeared without a trace, as if they were just a dream from which she had awakened, leaving behind only some residual images with an unreal quality to them.

  Her hands fell weakly onto her knees, wanting to curl up, but found herself completely unable to exert any strength.

  Pei Su noticed Song Yuqiao's subtle movements, so he held her hand in his palm and transmitted the temperature of his own palm to hers. "What do you want to ask?"

  Song Yuqiao's first question was: "Why did I have a child with you?"

  Pei Si Cheng: “......”

  Why can't you give birth to a child for me? You're going to have more than one anyway.

  "Did you commit a crime back then?" Song Yuqiao furrowed her brow, "If Pei Xiaohuo is five and a half years old today... I was only 19 when I gave birth to him?"

  Pei Si Cheng raised an eyebrow and praised generously, "Qiao Qiao, your math is really good."

  Song Yuqiao: "...... what did you really do to me? But I just don't remember."

  "Why isn't it something you've done to me? Can bad things only be done by men to women?"

  What's this twisted logic again?

  Then, Song Yuqiao roughly learned about some things that had happened in Vancouver from Pei Si's mouth.

  Originally, in the year of high school graduation, Song Yuqiao went to Vancouver secretly. Although she had obtained a passport for visiting relatives, she did not tell her mother and went secretly. Then, in a bar, she was playing drums because of the pressure of making a living. The boss of the bar saw her potential and wanted her to dance on steel pipes. However, Song Yuqiao's limbs were not coordinated at all, and she stood there like an iron rod. The boss found another dancer to teach her, and it was during this process that she got to know Pei Sicong.

  Song Yuqiao listened with some rapt attention, as if she could see herself at that time, so down and out that she really went to a foreign bar to make a living by pole dancing.

  "Why did you say I'm called Xia Chuchu?"

  Pei Sicheng said: "You deceived me by saying that your surname is Xia, and your name is Xia Chuchu. Your parents got divorced and didn't want you, so you had to make a living on your own. Then you asked if I could support you."

  This sentence is absolutely true.

  At that time, in a foreign land, a little girl with the same skin color, the same eye color and the same hair color, really just like an elf, inadvertently broke into Pei Su Cheng's heart.

  Song Yuqiao lowered his head and thought for a moment before asking, "Then what?"

  "Then I said I could raise you and took you home. Half a year later, you fell in love with me, and the two of us had a crystallization of love."

  Song Yuqiao: "......"

  "But you changed your mind, and ruthlessly abandoned me and the child. I remember it was a stormy morning, the wind was howling, the doors and windows were creaking, lightning flashed, thunder boomed, the baby was wailing loudly, and you left resolutely."

  The words were a bit too rich, not quite full marks, and Pei Si Cheng gave himself 90 points in his heart.

  Song Yu furrowed his brow, "Was it me who abandoned you and Pei Xiao Huo? How could that be, Pei Xiao Huo is so adorable!"

  What about me? The son is lovely, am I not lovely too?

  Pei Su's heart was momentarily frantic, but his face remained calm and serene. His tone was flat and unruffled as he gazed out the window frame, seemingly lost in thought, recalling something from a long time ago. He then dug up some memories from the depths of his mind, analyzing them bit by bit for Song Yuqiao to hear.

  "Yes," Pei Si replied, affirming Song Yuqiao's question. "Since you left, I've been taking care of everything on my own, playing both the role of father and mother to raise Pei Haoyu, who has now grown up so tall and strong. While raising our child, I was also searching for you. From the day you left until now, I have spent five years looking for you, from Vancouver, across all of Canada, to the entire North America."

  Song Yuqiao lowered his head, and his eyes trembled slightly.

  It's not hard to imagine that a big man with children, a single father living with children, will be more difficult than a single mother, and also looking for someone.

  Pei Si Cheng gently brushed the strands of hair that had fallen to Qiao's face behind her ear, and leaned in close to her. "When Pei Hao Yu was three years old, he had a high fever and pneumonia, and was hospitalized for a week. I stayed with him every day, watching him get IV drips. When he was four and a half, he got chicken pox, and his body itched all over. I held his hand, but kids are hard to manage, and you can't tie them up. So I stayed up all night, every night, making sure he didn't scratch himself, or he'd be left with scars. Boys can get away with a few scars, but as parents, we always worry..."

  Song Yuqiao grasped the hem of Pei Sheng's clothes with both hands, her shoulders starting to tremble as she struggled to hold back tears.

  "That... Pei Xiao Huo, knows I am his..."

  The two words "mom", Song Yuqiao rolled on the tip of her tongue for two rounds, but still couldn't say it out loud. Tears rolled down instead, dripping onto the back of her hand, as if scalded.

  Hearing about Pei Xiao Huo from Pei Cheng Kou's mouth felt too hurtful, it made her feel a sharp pain in her heart.

  Pei Si shook his head, "I don't know. When Pei Huai Yu was three years old and started kindergarten, he asked me for the first time why he didn't have a mother. I didn't know how to answer him. Yu Jiao, Jiao Jiao, teach me, how should I answer Pei Huai Yu?"

  Pei Si Cheng knew that what would pierce Song Yu Qiao's heart the most now was undoubtedly that little thing Pei Hao Yu.

  After raising for five and a half years, it finally has some minor uses now.

  ………………

  This little thing that was raised by his own father for five years and then abandoned for another five years is now having a meal with Old Lady Song.

  There are many dishes on the table, but surprisingly no meat!

  That meat thread was clearly a meat thread, but when I put it in my mouth, it turned into tofu.

  And what about that egg drop soup, why is it just a bland mixture without any eggs?

  Originally thought the food on the plane was really hard to swallow, but now he'd rather go back to eating toast bread slices on the plane, which can even be stuffed with half a sausage.

  The old lady also felt that the children nowadays are growing up, and in the temple, they accompanied them to eat these vegetarian meals without meat, and the nutrition was not enough. So she asked Wang Ayi to go down to the snack shop at the half-mountain scenic area, bought two chicken legs for Pei Haoyu, and also told the abbot in front of the temple to see if there were any lost children.

  Bae Ho-young saw the chicken legs shining with two bright eyes and suddenly smiled: "Thank you, old lady!"

  Anyway, he is not a little monk, can eat meat in big mouthfuls and drink wine from large bowls!

  However, in order to leave a good impression on Qiao's grandmother, it is still necessary to savor slowly and maintain good eating habits.

  Mrs. Song looked at this little guy, about the same size as her grandson Song Qihuan who was born a few years ago, but this child had a much bigger presence. As for her own grandson Song Qihuan, Mrs. Song never really took a liking to him, he was too clingy with Xu Yuanyi, not only with outsiders, but even with his own family members, he didn't dare speak loudly.

  Bai Haoyu didn't know that Old Lady Song was secretly praising him, he was just thinking to himself, when will Qiaoqiao arrive? If she doesn't come, then he would be sent to the front to be recognized by the monk's leader, his dad definitely wouldn't go recognize him.

  It's really mind over matter, whatever you think of will come true.

  Song Yuqiao had just cried for a long time, originally said to rest for a while, but as soon as Pei Si Cheng said Pei Haoyu was on grandma's side, she used an ice cube to cool down her eyes, changed into a new set of clothes, and came to the front to find grandma.

  As expected, the little guy was sitting at the table, gnawing on a chicken leg with oil dripping from his mouth.

  Bai Hangyu's eyes lit up the moment he saw Song Yuqiao, but the two words "Qiao Qiao" that reached his lips were still not spoken.

  Dad didn't say not to tell Jiao Jiao he's coming?

  It's better to pretend not to know each other.

  "Come," said Old Lady Song, who had already asked Aunt Wang to bring over a chair. "Sit here."

  Song Yuqiao's eyes had slightly reduced swelling, but Old Lady Song still noticed it at a glance and couldn't help but sigh, "Originally I wanted you to rest for a while, but after resting for a bit and coming out, it seems your spirit hasn't improved from before."

  Song Yuqiao smiled slightly, using her hand to wipe away the faint redness at the corners of her eyes: "I had a dream, it's fine now."

  She replied to her grandmother's words and turned to Pei Hangyu who was eating happily on one side.

  Old Lady Song saw that Song Yuqiao's gaze fell on the little thing by the table, so she said: "This child just said he was lost, let him eat something here to fill his belly."

  Song Yuqiao smiled and stretched out her hand to move Pei Haoyu's small meaty hand, "Why don't you talk when you see Auntie? Don't you recognize me?"

  Pei Hangyu's eyes widened suddenly, and a piece of chicken got stuck in his mouth. He swallowed it directly and asked, "Qiao Qiao, did my dad tell you I was here?"

  Song Yuqiao smiled and walked over to touch Pei Huaiyu's soft hair, then squatted down and pulled out a tissue to wipe the oil from the corner of his mouth. "Your dad is waiting for you outside."

  He felt at ease then, still had to follow his old man's orders, no choice, when you take someone's surname, you have to listen to them.

  Bai Haoyu had devoured the chicken leg, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He was about to wipe his small hands on his clothes when Song Yuqiao caught him and used a tissue to wipe each finger clean for him. "Go find your dad now."

  Bae Ho-yong has already jumped down from the chair and asked: "Then are you coming to find my dad later?"

  Song Yuqiao pursed her lips and nodded, "Mm-hmm."

  Mrs. Song was a shrewd person, and with just these two sentences, she had already completely determined that the father in this child's words knew Song Yuqiao, and not only did they know each other, but their relationship was also quite unusual.

  Bai Haoyu took two steps towards the door, as if he suddenly thought of something, turned around and ran back to Song's side, hugged her leg, "Thank you, grandma! I'll come visit you again!"

  Old Lady Song hadn't planned to strike up a conversation, but the little guy looked up at her with his head tilted back, as if he wouldn't leave until she spoke. Old Lady Song couldn't help but laugh, "Good kid, go find your dad."

  In this way, Pei Hangyu ran out of the door with great joy.

  Yeah, Grandma should like me now, I've completed Dad's task perfectly! Now I can sleep with Qiao Qiao for a night!

  The door was open, from Song Yuqiao's angle of view, Pei Sicheng could be seen standing in the courtyard, his tall figure casting a long shadow, with the sunlight filtering through the trees and casting dappled shadows on him. His face was pale.

  If she had ever truly loved someone with all her heart, Song Yuqiao believed that this person would absolutely not be Ye Zenan, but only Pei Sicong, just like three months ago, when they first met and their eyes first met, the kind of gaze that intersected, and she began to fall uncontrollably.

  She believed that those palpitations in her heart when she was close to Pei Si were absolutely not fake, but came from the subconscious desire to get closer.

  Song Yuqiao seemed to be in a daze, until Old Lady Song coughed softly twice on the other side, and she suddenly came back to her senses, "Uh, grandma."

  Mrs. Song asked: "Who is that person outside?"

  Song Yuqiao didn't know how to explain this relationship, and if she really said it out loud that Pei Haoyu was actually her biological son, even she herself wouldn't believe it, let alone Old Lady Song.

  Now, she still has a little desire in her heart, which is to get the appraisal report and confirm whether it is true or not.

  What if it is?

  If not, then how?

  "He is my boyfriend."

  Mrs. Song let Aunt Wang go out first, and then asked: "Was it because of him that you divorced Ze Nan?"

  "No, not now," Song Yuqiao hastily shook her head. "I had decided to divorce Ye Zenan three months ago. The last time I came home to see you, I didn't tell grandma at that time, it was just because Ye Zenan kept dragging on until last month before we finally divorced."

  Then, Song Yuqiao briefly told Old Lady Song about some things regarding Pei Shichen.

  Mrs. Song also looked out from the window and asked the man who was holding the chubby little boy, "Don't you mind that he has a child over five years old?"

  Song Yuqiao really had no way to answer this question. He didn't want to deceive his grandmother, nor did he know how to bring up the matter, so he simply lowered his head and remained silent.

  Old Lady Song said: "You go and call him over for me, I'll take a look."

  "Grandma..." Song Yuqiao suddenly lifted her head up.

  Old Lady Song waved her hand, "Don't worry, I just want to take a look at this person, go and call him in for me."

  ………………

  Paischen stood in the courtyard with his back straight.

  This was his usual posture when standing, absolutely not like those spoiled sons who lean on whatever they stand against, with their whole body as soft as noodles, without any support points.

  Bai Hangyu crouched on the ground, using a branch to poke at the ants crawling around in groups.

  Song Yuqiao walked out from under the eaves and headed towards Pei Shichen.

  Pei Su stood still, watching Song Yuqiao slowly approach him, gazing deeply at her. The feeling of the person he loved most walking step by step towards him was truly heart-pounding and a very wonderful experience.

  Under the sunshine, I love you.

  However, Pei Hangyu was not as arrogant as his father. He could sense something from these little steps. When he saw Song Yuqiao, he dropped the branch in his hand and rushed over to her like a puppy. His two dirty paws directly left black prints on Song Yuqiao's white nine-point pants.

  Song Yu Qiao squatted down and wrapped her arms around Pei Hangyu, then looked up and said, "My grandmother wants to see you."

  Pei Si Cheng lowered his head and looked at Song Yu Qiao, his eyes were very deep, as if in that moment of lowering his head, the warmth had already been carved into his bones.

  "If you don't want to go, I can go for my grandmother..."

  Song Yuqiao stood up, one hand already being held by Pei Si in the palm of his hand, gradually tightening his grip on her wrist, as if he had also grasped Song Yuqiao's heart.

  "You stay with Bae Ho-yul." Then, Bae Seok-hee turned around and headed towards the annex.

  Bai Si Cheng knew as soon as he chose to stand in the courtyard that the old lady would call him over.

  When Mr. Song was still alive, Mrs. Song successfully helped the old master rise to power with her cleverness and ability, making the Song family prosperous. Pei Si Cheng's grandfather was Old Master Han, who remembered that he had once commented on Mrs. Song with just one sentence: "A woman is not inferior to a man." However, in the past thirty years, the Song family has only produced such an outstanding figure, and there is no one to inherit her legacy.

  Mr. Han was evaluating Mrs. Song's words without having met Song Shuying, who was brought back by his youngest son Han Jinyu; after meeting her, he might have to rewrite this sentence.

  Pei Si walked into the room, bowed his head towards Old Lady Song and called out: "Grandma."

  Old Lady Song smiled, the fish-tail wrinkles at the corners of her eyes fluttering like a fan, but looking very approachable: "I don't remember, I have a grandson as big as you."

  Pei Si Cheng couldn't help but smile, "Or else I'll just follow Yu Qiao and move in too?"

  With this sentence, Song old lady also didn't have too much difficulty with Pei Si Cheng, she looked him up and down several times, not only looking at his appearance but also observing the aura inside.

  Pei Si Cheng reported his own name first, and at the same time, he also added a title behind it, "I am the grandson of Old Man Han, Pei Si Cheng."

  Mrs. Song may not be too familiar with the Pei family in City C, but she is familiar with the Han family in City S, especially since Mr. Song and Mr. Han were on the same front line back then, only Mr. Song took a step ahead.

  Pais Cheng's exterior appearance was elegant and refined, with a poised posture. Song Yuqiao had seen countless people in her life, and what she was best at was seeing through to the inside from the outside.

  And this Pei Si Cheng, the aura emanating from his body is just right, almost negligible when he's in the courtyard, but when he wants to show it off, his temperament is outstanding, as if he himself is a radiant being.

  This Peisong Chen is really different.

  Perhaps this Pei Si Cheng can really protect his granddaughter.

  Mrs. Song pointed to a chair and said, "Sit down and chat with this old lady for a while."