Bai Haoyu was indeed a little fatty, Song Yuqiao carried him from the back hall to the front yard gate. His arms were already sore, and Bai Haoyu still held onto Song Yuqiao's neck and wouldn't let go, it seemed that he was really hurt by what that person said earlier.

  Bae Ho-yong certainly didn't forget that it was Qiao Qiao who pulled him and maintained him, saying he was her son.

  The little guy thought with a sour heart, if Qiaoqiao could come and be his mother, it would be great. He could let Qiaoqiao dress him every day, take him to school, and attend parent-teacher conferences for him. But there was still an old dad who wanted to compete with him for Qiaoqiao's attention, thinking about it made him even more heartbroken.

  Then, two chubby arms hugged Song Yuqiao even tighter and sniffled.

  All the way out of the hospital gate, Pei Si saw Song Yuqiao holding Pei Hangyu, and his eyebrows were already furrowed. He put the cigarette back in his pocket and walked towards Song Yuqiao.

  "Heavy or not?" As he spoke, he reached out his hand to take Pei Hangyu over.

  Pei Hangyu directly turned his butt to Pei Si and said, "I don't want you to hug me, I want Qiaoqiao to hug!"

  Pei Si Cheng directly spanked Pei Huang Yu's butt, then took him away from Song Yu Qiao. Song Yu Qiao was also tired and hadn't used much strength, but Pei Si Cheng had already taken Pei Huang Yu under his arm and hugged him over. Pei Huang Yu kicked his two little legs, "You all bully me! You only bully me because I'm a child without a mom! Waaahhh..."

  Just as Pei Hangyu's tears that had just been held back were about to fall again, Song Yuqiao felt a pang in her heart and said to Pei Si Cheng: "I'm not tired yet, let me hold him for another stretch."

  Bai Hangyu listened. Both arms stretched forward and grabbed Song Yuqiao's clothes, "I want a hug from Qiao!"

  Pei Si Cheng took one swing of his arm and knocked Pei Huang Yu's hand away, saying: "You're not the one who wants to ride a big horse? If you don't want to be held by Jiao Jiao, I'll let you ride a big horse."

  Bae Ho-young's eyes lit up instantly.

  He liked riding big horses the most, but Dad never allowed him to ride big horses. Once, he wanted to sneak onto his shoulders while Dad was sleeping, and was directly flipped over onto the bed by Dad. So, up until now, he had only ridden Big Uncle's horse, which is why he especially liked Pei Yifan, of course, as well as the big dog Beier at Big Uncle's house.

  This time, Pei Si's terms were very tempting. Pei Hangyu loosened Song Yuqiao's clothes.

  Pei Si Cheng lifted Pei Hang Yu over his shoulder and then let him ride on his neck, saying: "Only this once."

  Bae Ho-yong didn't care if it was just once, anyway he finally stepped on his dad's foot and let out a triumphant cry, this feeling is really cool, still not honest, one side pinched his dad's hair, said: "Drive! Drive!"

  "If you move again, I'll throw you down!" Pei Si pretended to want to throw him down, but didn't scare Pei Haoyu, instead scaring Song Yuqiao.

  Song Yuqiao hastily supported Pei Shichen's arm: "Be careful, kid."

  Pei Si Cheng took a look at Song Yu Qiao's tense expression and couldn't help but curve his lips, no longer teasing his son.

  Song Yuqiao was afraid that Pei Haoyu would fall from Pei Si Cheng's shoulders, so he closely followed behind, his arms spread out to protect the little guy on both sides.

  Walked steadily through this mountain road, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the ground, thinly dyeing a layer of crimson.

  ………………

  In the temple, the food was also vegetarian. Pei Hangyu had two chicken legs for lunch, and in the evening, he didn't have much demand for the vegetarian dishes on the table. After all, you can't have meat with every meal, right? Although Pei Hangyu now misses the days when Qiaoqiao could cook delicious food for him at home.

  At dinner time, Old Lady Song brought up the issue of when they would go down the mountain.

  "It's not that I'm driving you away, the two of you adults don't have anything to do with each other, just eat less greasy food for a couple of days. But the child is growing up now, if they follow this old lady in eating vegetarian and reciting Buddhist scriptures, then I would be committing a sin."

  "No way, I love eating vegetarian meals here!"

  Bai Haoyu had just eaten a bowl of noodle soup, which was filled with white noodles and green vegetables. He finally managed to fill his stomach because his dad said that if he listened well on the mountain, when they got down the mountain, Qiaoqiao would give him half of her delicious food. So now, as an exchange condition, he had to flatter to the best of his ability.

  In the end, Song Yuqiao accompanied her grandmother to spend a night on the mountain and waited until tomorrow when Old Lady Song went down the mountain together with them back to the Song's house.

  Song Yuqiao said: "Grandma, I won't go back with you. I still have work in C City. That's why I came back to see you."

  "What nonsense are you talking about, is work important or accompanying grandma important?"

  Song old lady said: "You also want to pass by the family door without entering, your dad's side you don't need to take care of, as long as there is grandma for a day, you and your sister think what time to come back, can come back at any time, no one dares to stop you."

  Just as they were about to eat dinner, Old Lady Song suddenly spoke up and asked: "How was the marriage divination sign you sought today? I just asked the abbot, and he said it was given by his senior fellow disciple?"

  Song Yuqiao lowered his head and ate noodles. In a place like this, if he told a lie, would he be guilty of deceiving the Buddha by drawing a false lot?

  She was thinking about how to say it when Pei Si Cheng spoke first.

  "Grandma, it says 'Plum Blossom Second Degree' on the sign."

  Song Yuqiao raised his head and looked at Pei Sicheng, who had a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

  Mrs. Song was savoring the four words "Plum Blossom Opens Twice." For ordinary girls, or those who have not yet married, it might not be considered a good omen, but for her own granddaughter, who had been married once and divorced once, and had been hurt once, this was a good phrase, indicating that there would still be a good marriage.

  Mrs. Song smiled and said, "Good."

  Under the table, Pei Si Cheng grasped Song Yu Qiao's hand and patted it comfortingly.

  At night, Old Lady Song wanted to copy the scriptures. Moreover, they would be going down the mountain tomorrow and there was still one more volume to finish copying. So, Song Yuqiao accompanied Old Lady Song in copying the scriptures in the Buddhist hall.

  "Grandma! I want to write too!" said Pei Hangyu, raising Xiao Pang's hand.

  He's just a little kid, doesn't even recognize a few characters, and he's copying scriptures...

  When Wang Ayi was moving tables and chairs for Pei Hangyu, she couldn't help but mutter a sentence under her breath, really just a little kid who is small in stature but big in spirit.

  Bai Haoyu had never learned calligraphy, and the first time he held a brush, he found it strange. He grasped it tightly in his hand, dipped it in ink, and as a result, a big drop of ink fell onto the rice paper, blackening it. He then used his other hand to wipe it away, but Song Yuqiao quickly grabbed hold of his small hand.

  "Come on, Auntie will teach you how to hold your pen first. Look, it's not like holding it with the whole hand, but like this."

  Some children start learning calligraphy and painting from primary school or junior high school. Children who practice from a young age can also cultivate good handwriting.

  Bai Hangyu just started writing calligraphy, and the strength in his wrist was not enough. Song Yuqiao held his hand and stood behind him, "Now Auntie will guide you to write a character."

  Mrs. Song adjusted her glasses downward, looking at the two people in front of her from above, and suddenly remembered what Pei Si said during the day: "Pei Hangyu is the child of Song Yuqiao."

  From the year she graduated from high school, Song Yuqiao followed her mother abroad. Old Lady Song did not agree, but at that time, it was unknown what kind of stimulation Song Yuqiao had received, and she insisted on going abroad to find her mother. She even changed her usual gentle temperament and didn't listen to Old Lady Song's words. Two years later, she returned home after a serious illness. When she came back home, it was still Old Lady Song who found a special doctor to take care of Song Yuqiao. At that time, her mental state was not good. Once, she even let Xu Wenyi's daughter, whom Song Yue brought back when he married Xu Wenyi, see her. This stimulated Song Yuqiao, and she immediately took a fruit knife and cut open her finger. Fresh blood flowed down from the tip of her finger, scaring Xu Wenli away as she cried out in surprise.

  So, in the upper class of S city, there has been a rumor that Miss Song, the second daughter of the Song family, had once suffered from amnesia.

  Now, Pei Si Tong admitted: "After Song Yuqiao gave birth to Xiaohuo, she suffered from postpartum depression. Some things happened in between, and then I started looking for her. However, I didn't know she was the daughter of the Song family. I thought Yuqiao was in Vancouver, so I kept searching for her in North America."

  Mrs. Song was not an unreasonable person, and the things that happened back then were indeed somewhat suspicious. She had asked her former daughter-in-law Xi Mei Yu about it before, but she hadn't gotten a definite answer.

  According to Pei Si Cheng, Old Lady Song wasn't entirely convinced, but as people age, they tend to be more open-minded and willing to let go of some things. As long as the younger generation can find their own happiness, she wouldn't interfere too much. She still had a few years left to live and just hoped for a peaceful life. Old Lady Song temporarily believed Pei Si Cheng's words and waited for him to show her the DNA test results of the two children.

  At this moment, in the Buddhist hall, Mrs. Song suddenly found that her granddaughter and the little guy really had a mother-son resemblance, such as their eyes and chin, which were very similar, even their serious expressions were similar. Moreover, when Song Yuqiao was young, his ex-daughter-in-law had many geological research experiment courses, and it was Mrs. Song who took care of these two granddaughters and one grandson at home. The more she looked, the more she felt that this little guy resembled Song Yuqiao not only in appearance but also in temperament.

  Could this really be Song Yuqiao's child?

  Mrs. Song was thinking, when Aunt Wang walked over from outside the door, passing directly by Song Yuqiao's side, and went to Mrs. Song's side, covering her ear and whispering: "It was Master who called from home."

  Because Song Yuqiao and Song Yi's relationship has always been bad, so Aunt Wang chose to avoid Song Yuqiao and only told the old lady.

  The Song family's affairs are still quite complicated up to now. Since Aunt Wang can stay by the old lady's side for several decades, she must have been doing her own job properly and not saying anything that shouldn't be said.

  Mrs. Song took off her old glasses from the bridge of her nose, rubbed the bridge of her nose, and went out to answer the phone with her mobile phone.

  "Mom, did Song Yuqiao go up the mountain to see you?"

  "Ah, you're here bright and early."

  Song Yi heard from Xu Yuanyi that in the morning, he saw Song Yuqiao on the side of the road, but did not enter the house, only asking where Old Lady Song was.

  "Tomorrow at noon, let the kitchen prepare some good dishes. I'll have Song Yuqiao come back to eat with us. Don't say no, I'm telling you, Song Hui, whether it's Song Shuying, Song Yuqiao or Song Yuheng, they were all raised by me when they were young. As for the reason why you and Xi Meiying got divorced later on, I don't know and I don't want to know. It's already come to this point now. But they are all my grandchildren. You also shouldn't think that after I pass away, you'll just hand over the entire Song family business to Xu Yuanyi and her son. Don't be ungrateful, do you understand?"

  Mrs. Song really didn't like the woman her son married later, and even the grandson she gave birth to. Since then, when Mr. Song took advantage of Mrs. Song's trip abroad, he drove out Song Shuying and Song Yuqiao. She didn't stop it, but instead helped to stir up trouble, which can be seen from this.

  It's just that after Old Lady Song returned, it was already a done deal, so there's no need to say anything more, and the family should still be at peace.

  ………………

  "Mom, don't worry about this matter, Dad was also supportive of it back then, there must be a reason for it, otherwise...” Song Hui swallowed the rest of his words. “Mom, if you want to bring Song Yu back home tomorrow, let her stay for two days.”

  Song Yi hung up the phone with Old Lady Song and let out a long sigh, furrowing her brow.

  Xu Yuanyi had just bathed Song Qihuan and came out of the bathroom, saw Song Hui holding her mobile phone sitting on the bed, hugged her son and got into bed first, asking: "Did you call mom? Did Yuqiao go find mom?"

  Song Yi nodded: "Yeah, let's say tomorrow we'll have a good meal at home and our whole family will sit down together to eat."

  Xu Yuanyi's hand paused for a moment as she helped Song Qihuan put on her pajamas, then lifted her head and smiled, "Good thing, I didn't say before that we should let Yuqiao and Shuying come back more often?"

  Song Hui sneered: "Will they? Every time I call them back, isn't it always a hot face against a cold butt? This time I won't go and talk to them, and you don't need to either."

  "It's all the fault of us parents, so let's not drag the kids into this. The children are innocent no matter what, and they still don't know anything now, thinking that I'm the one to blame for the divorce." Song Yi said with a cold smile.

  "What's wrong?" Song Qiheng suddenly asked.

  "There's nothing, go to sleep." Xu Yuanyi patted Song Qihuan's back.

  Song Yi stood up and walked out the door, saying: "They all don't think they're wrong, otherwise why would it have come to this? Tomorrow at noon, just eat what you normally eat, make as many portions as usual. No need to bother with them."

  Xu Yuanyi watched Song Yi walk out the door and patted Song Qiheng's back, "Close your eyes, go to sleep quickly."

  "Mom, is sister coming back tomorrow?"

  "You don't have a sister, stop talking nonsense, or you'll make your dad unhappy." Xu Yuanyi reached out to turn off the wall lamp.

  ………………

  At night, it was cold on the mountain, so in addition to the quilt they had originally brought, Old Lady Song specially sent two more quilts.

  Song Yuqiao then spread a quilt under her body and covered another quilt on top of the quilt to block out the cold air.

  Bae Ho-young is especially excited because today he can sleep in the same bed as Qiao Qiao!

  Although there is still an old dad.

  Song Yuqiao looked at the hardwood bed that could sleep three people and thought of the kind he had seen on TV before, where a dozen or so laborers could sleep in a single large bed.

  Just now a little monk brought them to this side room, Song Yuqiao directly refused and asked: "Isn't there a separate side room?"

  The little monk seemed a bit shy, not daring to look at Song Yuqiao, lowering his head, clasping his hands together, and before he could finish reciting the phrase "Amitabha", he was interrupted by Pei Haoyu, this little guy.

  "Don't you think Qiao Qiao is pretty too, that's why you don't dare to look at her?" Pei Huaiyu said with a mischievous smile.

  Little Monk: “......”

  Song Yuqiao directly pulled Pei Hangyu from the front and said, "Stand properly, don't talk nonsense."

  Pei Si nodded in approval, not disliking anything, and sat down on the edge of the bed. "This room is pretty good, I'm very satisfied," he said, then turned to Song Yuqiao, "Want to stay in a single room? Tomorrow when we go down the mountain, I'll book a hotel room."

  The little monk has already run out of the door.

  Song Yu ignored Pei Cheng's words bluntly.

  This room has a cement floor and lime-washed walls. The furnishings are extremely simple, with only one table, one incense case, an incense burner, and next to it, a copper statue of a naked man. The largest area is occupied by this hardboard bed that can sleep three or four people.

  In this place, taking a bath was very inconvenient. So Song Yuqiao went ahead and fetched a large pot of water, then poured it into the wooden tub. First, he had Pei Hangyu wash his face and feet, and told him to go to bed. After Pei Hangyu got on the bed, he first rolled around, then patted the bed board, making a "thud thud thud" sound.

  Pei Cheng sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Song Yuqiao: "Qiao Qiao, help me wash too."

  Song Yuqiao draped the towel over Pei Sheng's arm, "Wash or not." After that, he turned around to help Pei Hangyu tidy up his clothes.

  Pei Si's mouth corners hooked up slightly. Although Song Yuqiao had turned his body away, he could still see the faint flush on Song Yuqiao's ears.

  When it was time to sleep, on the bed, the order of the three people became a problem.

  Song Yuqiao said: "Pei Xiaohuo is sleeping in the middle."

  Bai Hangyu's eyebrows opened and he smiled: "Good!"

  "I disagree." Pei said with a deep gaze, looking at Song Yuqiao.

  Song Yuqiao had not looked at Pei Cheng from the start, and was already lying on the bed with Pei Hangyu. Pei Hangyu smiled and said: "Qiao Qiao tell me a story!"

  "Okay, close your eyes tightly."

  Paisley's big living being was completely ignored.

  In the wing room behind the temple, it was not a fluorescent lamp that was quite advanced in big cities, but a kind of bulb, and not an electric light switch, but a pull cord, which turned off with one pull and lit up with another.

  Pei Si first went to turn off the lamp before lying down on the bed.

  Song Yuqiao didn't tell many fairy tales, and still told the story of the three little pigs that he had told Pei Haoyu last time. Who knew that Pei Haoyu would say: "I've heard this story before! Qiaoqiao, change to another one!"

  Song Yuqiao changed to another story about the seven dwarfs and Snow White, Pei Hangyu interrupted again: "I've seen this one many times already, Qiaoqiao, change to another one!"

  Song Yuqiao really was at a loss for words, it seemed that the fairy tales she knew were only these few, Pei Hangyu should have all heard them.

  In the darkness, Pei Si stretched out his hand and slapped his son's buttocks twice, "Are you done yet? Go to sleep quickly!"

  "Daddy, you hit me again, waaahhh..."

  Song Yuqiao pulled Pei Hangyu over, changed positions, "Come on, lie down on Auntie's side, your dad can't hit you, close your eyes."

  Pei Si raised an eyebrow, was this what they called a seamless father-son collaboration?

  Bae Ho-young's little brain isn't working well either.

  Bae Ho-yong never thought that his one sentence would bring so much convenience to his father.

  Song Yuqiao wasn't an all-powerful reading machine after all. He told a few stories, but the little guy had heard them before, so he had to use his own imagination and start making up new stories.

  But it also starts with a traditional Chinese fairy tale: "Once upon a time, there was a mountain, on the mountain there was a temple, in the temple there was a little monk..."

  "Is it the temple where we live?"

  "Is it?" Song Yuqiao had no choice but to say.

  "Is that little monk the same one who blushed just now?"

  "Speak again and I'll throw you out."

  Bai Haoyu immediately shut his mouth. He was still a little afraid of his father's intimidating power, despite Qiaoqiao being by his side to protect him.

  At night, it was very quiet. Song Yuqiao's voice was soft and gentle, like a small stream, slow but able to penetrate deep into one's heart.

  Finally reaching a perfect ending, Song Yuqiao really couldn't think of anything else to say. She softly called out to Pei Haoyu twice: "Little Fire?"

  Bae Ho-young didn't respond and just turned over, muttering something under his breath.

  The little guy has been on a plane since early morning, and then spent two hours climbing to the top of the mountain, without rest all day. Just now, he was also forcing himself to listen to Song Yuqiao's story, otherwise he would have fallen asleep with his head on the pillow long ago.

  Song Yuqiao suddenly realized that the little guy was asleep, and helped him tuck in his quilt corner. Just as he wanted to turn over, a scorching hot and hard chest stuck to his back.

  I knew Pei Su Cheng wouldn't be honest, Song Yu Qiao pushed his chest with the back of her hand and said: "Move over a bit, it's too crowded."

  Pei Si directly put one arm on Song Yuqiao's soft chest and wrapped the other around her waist, "Darling, I'm cold."

  Song Yuqiao felt Pei Si Cheng's warm and hot breath on the back of her neck, making her ears itch.

  Then, Pei Su's lips were pressed against Song Yuqiao's back, which was only separated from him by a thin layer of sleepwear fabric, and he held her even tighter.

  Song Yuqiao's originally calm breathing had become disordered, she was slightly panting and softly said: "Pei Si Cheng, the child is still here, you mustn't..."

  Pei Si chuckled softly, and this soft laughter, in the dark of night, amidst the silence of all sounds, seemed like a gentle breeze that entered Song Yuqiao's heart, causing her heart to tremble slightly.

  "What's wrong?"

  His voice is very stable, but with a hint of sexy huskiness that is especially enchanting.

  Pei Si Cheng saw that Song Yu Qiao wasn't responding, so he used some force with both hands to flip Song Yu Qiao over, facing him. He moved forward a bit and directly removed his own pillow, then rested on Song Yu Qiao's pillow.

  Facing a handsome face suddenly enlarged in front of her, Song Yuqiao's first reaction was to turn her head back, but Pei Si Cheng took the lead and grabbed the back of her head.

  Want to hide again? Pei Si leaned in close to Song Yuqiao's face, the two of them with only a hair's breadth between their noses.

  Song Yuqiao felt that every breath on her face was warm, and Pei Sicheng's gaze was intimidating, forcing her to have nowhere to hide.

  Paisley's arm was already wrapped around Song Yuqiao's waist, pulling her close, and the two were almost completely stuck together. Song Yuqiao could feel something hot and hard pressing against her lower abdomen, and her face suddenly became scorching hot. Fortunately, the lights were not on, otherwise Paisley would have been able to see that her face was red to the point of bleeding.

  "Tomorrow, Lei Bei will come over with the results of the paternity test. Are you afraid?"

  Song Yuqiao reflexively shook his head and then nodded again.

  "What are you afraid of?" Pei Si asked.

  In the dark of night, Pei Su's eyes didn't seem as piercing as before. Song Yuqiao met his gaze and said: "I'm afraid that Pei Xiao Huo is really my son, but I'm also afraid he isn't..."

  "Are you afraid of me?" Pei Si Cheng took another step closer, one hand now holding Song Yu Qiao's hand in a gesture that gave women the most sense of security, with their fingers intertwined.

  Song Yuqiao's breathing was slightly stagnant, "...... Not afraid."

  "Do you still remember that you promised to grant me a request?" Pei Si's fingers brushed against the corner of Song Yuqiao's lips, and the soft sensation on his fingertips made him unable to resist rubbing them gently for a couple of times.

  It's not just a requirement.

  Song Yuqiao remembered that if it wasn't for Pei Shichen's repeated approaches, perhaps she would have been hit and killed by Xu Wanli's car on the road in front of Jinshui Apartment, not to mention being rescued from the clutches of a group of vicious kidnappers again afterwards.

  As for Pei's request in his words, Song Yuqiao remembered it.

  She nodded: "I remember."

  Pei Su's lips lightly touched Song Yuqiao's forehead. "Yuqiao, tell me, what is it?"

  Song Yuqiao gazed into Pei Sheng's eyes, "You said, no matter what happens, don't leave me."

  "Alright, that's what I said," Pei Si felt a slight dampness in Song Yuqiao's palm and said, "Now it's your turn to say the sentence."

  Pei Cheng was actually very nervous, he had lived for so long, yet he still had this kind of youthful and innocent feeling, anxiously waiting for the response from his crush to his confession. Although, no matter what Song Yuqiao's answer was, he had already decided that this woman would be his.

  After a long time, it seemed as if one could hear the sound of the second hand ticking away.

  Song Yuqiao moved her lips, "I..."

  Just then, as soon as he said this one word, Pei Si covered his lips with her own, and the rest of his words were swallowed up in their entwined kiss.

  Pai's kiss was abnormally intense, without any gentle teasing. This time his tongue directly entered Song Yuqiao's mouth, pressing even closer. For a moment, the suction made Song Yuqiao's tongue numb, but he still maintained the last bit of rationality and swallowed the moan that had risen to his throat, afraid of waking up Pei Huaiyu who was sleeping soundly on the side.

  Finally, Song Yu Qiao breathed unevenly, Pei Si Cheng passed over a mouthful of air and then moved his lips away. The blood was vertical.

  Song Yuqiao lay on Pei Cheng's chest, panting heavily, his chest heaving up and down.

  "Sorry, I lost control," Pei Ci said as he gently kissed Song Yuqiao's lips and stroked her back, "You sleep first, I'll go smoke a cigarette."

  ………………

  Paisong didn't have a smoking habit, but at this moment, he inexplicably wanted to smoke, and after enduring for two weeks, he needed to light one again.

  He knew Song Yuqiao's concerns, let alone Song Yuqiao, even if it was the fiery-tempered Hua Zhen or the strong-willed Song Shuying, encountering a five-year-old child running in front of them saying they were their son would definitely be shocking, and not necessarily able to adapt immediately, let alone Song Yuqiao.

  However, over the past three months, Pei Hangyu and Song Yuqiao have gotten along well, and there won't be an obvious sense of abruptness now. At this time, letting Song Yuqiao see the paternity test report is the most suitable moment.

  Pei Si Cheng, because he didn't bring pajamas when he came, was still wearing the white pants and shirt from daytime. He sat down on the steps, took out a lighter to light a cigarette, and looked at the dark shadows in the courtyard as well as the stars high above.

  Pei Si sat down and first made a phone call to Li Bei.

  The north of Li is connected very quickly, now it's all twenty hours on standby every day, just for the boss to dispatch at any time, as long as he doesn't go to the Middle East, going up a knife mountain and down a sea of fire, as long as it's on this piece of land in China that makes people love.

  "Boss."

  "You don't need to go up the mountain, first find a hotel in S city and book a presidential suite with two rooms inside, including a small kitchen. I need to stay in S city for a week."

  Li Bei almost cried when he received the phone call from his boss. It had been half a month since they last spoke, and hearing his boss's voice again was really touching!

  "Yes."

  "Regarding the cooperation case discussed with Mr. Cheng, please contact Mr. Pei's person in charge on this side, copy a set of materials for me, and I will go to see Mr. Cheng Fuqiu personally tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

  "Yes." Lei Bei's heart was bleeding, although the boss had called over to instruct him on work-related matters first, rather than showing concern for whether he had almost been blown up in the Middle East. He was already very satisfied and would definitely be even more diligent from now on!

  "Also, the paternity test report, you'd better get it right this time. If there's any mistake again, you can go back to the Middle East and never come back."

  “…Yes.”

  "About Shi Shaojie's matter, the three-month-long net has almost been cast. It's time to reap," Pei Si Cheng paused for a moment, "The branch company still doesn't know about my trip to S city. You go to the branch company tomorrow to retrieve the car and inform them that it's time to close the net."

  "Yes." Lei Bei wrote down all these things with the pen in his hand, and secretly sighed that he had not stood on the wrong team. If he really stood on the wrong team and became an enemy of the boss, the consequences would undoubtedly be disastrous.

  ………………

  Pei Si hung up the phone and subconsciously spun his mobile phone with one hand, staring blankly into the distance.

  Perhaps he was really lost in thought, and the sound of Song Yuqiao walking over with her clothes on behind him didn't make Pei Sicheng aware at all. The cigarette he held between his fingers had almost burned out, with a long strip of ash accumulated on top.

  Song Yuqiao also sat down beside Pei Shicheng, who finally came back to his senses and turned to look at Song Yuqiao: "How did you come out? Are you cold?"

  But what made Pei Chi feel a little happy was that Song Yuqiao was wearing his suit jacket.

  Song Yuqiao said: "I couldn't sleep, so I chose a bed."

  Pai Si Cheng used a very familiar action to extinguish the cigarette butt, and with his thick arms, he hugged Song Yu Qiao in his embrace. "I also can't sleep, how about we do something meaningful together?"

  Song Yuqiao didn't react for a moment and asked back: "What meaningful thing?"

  Pei Si Cheng straightened Song Yu Qiao's shoulders, then wrapped his arms around her back from under her armpits. "In the middle of the night, are you chatting with your quilt?"

  This time Song Yuqiao didn't blush too much, although her face was still red, she smiled and said, "In Vancouver, were you also so promiscuous?"

  Pei Si wiped Song Yu Qiao's nose: "No matter when, I'm only a rogue to you alone."

  Song Yuqiao suddenly became interested in that forgotten part of her life, so she let Pei Shimeng tell her more about it. She said: "Tell me more, maybe I'll remember if you do. Did I really ask you if you would support me?"

  Pei Si cleared his throat and said: "Yes, my answer now is the same as it was then, which is affirmative."

  Song Yuqiao smiled and relaxed her body, leaning on Pei Si Cheng's shoulder.

  If it's true, she is willing to restart this relationship and make up for the losses of these five years with the time to come.

  She had feelings for Pei Shichen from the very beginning, perhaps from the moment she first saw him, only she didn't dare to admit it.

  ………………

  The next morning, Mrs. Song went to the front and lit incense, also donated a sum of incense money, and when she was about to leave the mountain, she specially thanked the master who helped her granddaughter draw lots.

  "Thank you, Master, for interpreting the fortune of my granddaughter."

  Song Yuqiao thought to herself: "This is going to be a disaster."

  However, the old monk didn't say anything, just smiled and put his palms together: "Everyone has their own destiny, it's not something that can be achieved by human effort, donor doesn't need to thank."

  Finally, as they were about to leave, the old monk said: "The male donor, stay a moment."

  Pei Si Cheng really didn't want to stay, yesterday he stayed a bit longer and said a lot of things like "don't force it, family can't be peaceful" and all that. If this wasn't in the temple but in the secular world below, this would be intimidation, enough to get taken away by the police.

  However, due to Old Lady Song being by his side and being a devout Buddhist, Pei Si Cheng stopped.

  Song Yuqiao looked at Pei Shichen with some concern, and when pulling Pei Haoyu past him, whispered: "Don't get angry, whatever Master says, just listen to it."

  Pei Si nodded: "Good."

  After the people in front had walked far away, the old monk beside him said: "Donor, you have a calamity in your fate. Do you still remember what I said yesterday?"

  Pei Si nodded and said "en".

  The old monk said: "I have also said that the donor's face has a dragon and tiger image, but all past events follow a certain law, and excessive behavior is not appropriate."

  Pei Su Cheng nodded again. It was just like Song Yu Qiao said, the old monk would say something and he would listen to it, but not really take it to heart.

  "For now, I have a solution that can ensure your household remains peaceful." The old monk clasped his hands together.

  It seems that this old monk is even more prestigious than the abbot of the temple, as the abbots are now standing behind him.

  Pei Si Cheng raised an eyebrow, "Speak."

  If there really is a way to dispel this superstition, it's worth trying. Although he doesn't believe in it, doing so can also alleviate Song Yuqiao's concerns and prevent her from having wild thoughts again.

  However, the old monk said: "If the donor can retreat into the empty door and become a secular disciple of the poor monk, the Buddha's family will save all living beings, tolerate all things, and must be able to transform difficulties into auspiciousness. Moreover, the donor can rest assured that as a secular disciple, he is not subject to the same precepts as the Buddhist disciples in this temple, and can marry, have children, eat meat and drink wine."

  Pei Si Cheng: “......”

  He thought that the old monk's way of resolving the problem was to donate incense money, which was no problem, and he could just make a phone call to let Li Bei send the check over.

  But now, the solution in Laohe's mouth is actually letting him become a monk?

  Lay disciple? Isn't a lay disciple not a monk?

  Pei Si Cheng coldly laughed and didn't even hum a response, directly turning around and leaving.

  Behind him, the old monk was still saying: "A thousand pieces of gold are easily obtained, but a disciple is hard to find. Please, benefactor, consider carefully, and I will wait here respectfully."

  Pei Si Cheng also didn't turn back.

  The old monk smiled and stroked his beard, saying to the abbot behind him: "Don't worry, just wait patiently, it will come one day."

  ………………

  Pei Si Cheng took a step back because Old Lady Song was older, so instead of walking down the mountain, she first went to take the cable car with Wang Ayi.

  Mrs. Song also asked Pei Haoyu: "Do you want to take the cable car with Grandma, it only takes ten minutes to get down the mountain."

  Then Pei Hangyu looked at Song Yuqiao standing beside him, shook the hand holding Song Yuqiao's hand and asked, "Qiao Qiao, do you want to sit?"

  Song Yuqiao patted Pei Haoyu's head: "Auntie is waiting for your dad, if you want to sit, first sit with grandma, then wait for auntie and dad at the foot of the mountain."

  "Then I won't sit either, old lady, goodbye."

  Song Yujiao pulled Pei Hangyu forward and walked for a while, stopping under a large pine tree, sitting on a stone bench waiting.

  Pei Si Cheng walked down from the mountain road and didn't go far before hearing Pei Huang Yu reciting the multiplication table.

  "March 4th, 2nd, March 5th, 21st..."

  Song Yuqiao corrected: "Wrong, it's thirty-five."

  "Oh, 3 x 5 = 15. Actually, I'm very familiar with the ones after that, even though the teacher hasn't taught us yet," Pei Hangyu showed off a bit and continued reciting: "3 x 5 = 15, 2 x 6 = 12, 3 x 6 = 18..."

  Song Yuqiao: "......"

  Pei Si walked closer, Pei Hangyu saw him first and shouted: "My dad is here!"

  Song Yuqiao raised her eyes, "What did Master say to you?"

  Pei Si Cheng picked up Pei Hang Yu from his leg and said, "Tell me the solution to those ominous signs you mentioned yesterday."

  "What's going on?" Song Yuqiao asked.

  She doesn't believe in Buddhism either, but after listening to the old monk's words yesterday, she still feels uneasy at heart. When it comes to people around her, it's better to believe that there is such a thing.

  Pei Si Cheng glanced at Song Yu Qiao and said calmly: "Send Pei Hao Yu to him as his apprentice."

  Song Yuqiao: "......"

  Bae Ho-young: “......”

  In the midst of the petrification of the mother and son, Pei Hangyu was the first to regain consciousness. He hastily broke free from Pei Si Cheng's grasp and clung to Song Yu Qiao's leg: "I don't want to be a little monk! Waaahhh... Qiao Qiao, Daddy really wants to send me away to become a little monk!"

  Song Yu grabbed Qiao La's hand tightly, "Your dad won't send you to be a little monk, don't worry." She turned around and said to Pei Si Cheng, "The master's words are unreliable, don't think too much about it, just pretend that nothing happened and forget about it."

  "Hmm." Pei Si pursed his lips.

  He didn't think much of it anyway.

  Arriving at the foot of the mountain, Pei Si received a call from Li Bei, who had already set out from a hotel. In the morning, Deng Yu, the person in charge of Pei's company, had a meeting with Cheng Fuqiu to discuss the latest pricing issue for product cooperation, and the materials were ready.

  "Come drive over now," Peisong said. "Near...the aquarium."

  After Pei Su hung up the phone, Song Yuqiao asked: "Is it something about work?"

  Pei Si nodded: "At ten o'clock, I have a meeting with Cheng Fuqiu of the Cheng family. I'll go personally, you stay here..."

  Mrs. Pei, who was behind them, said: "You all go ahead and get busy, I'll take Pei Huaiyu back home first, you all come back for lunch."

  The car sent by the Song family to pick up Old Lady Song has arrived. Old Lady Song said to Pei Huaiyu, "Little guy, follow Grandma home first, and wait for your dad to finish his business, he will come to pick you up."

  "Good!"

  After a day of getting along, Pei Hangyu had already become fast friends with Qiaoqiao's grandmother, as the saying goes, "forgetting their age", humph.

  After Song's family car left, Song Yuqiao finally said what she hadn't said earlier because of her grandmother: "What do you want me to stay for?"

  "Digging the wall foot," Pei Si Cheng smiled and looked at the intersection on that side, as if Li Bei's car had already come over, "Don't you remember me throwing an olive branch to Miss Song?"

  "I don't remember." Song Yuqiao looked at the empty space in front of him, "I didn't recall that I promised to enter Pei's as your secretary."

  "It's okay if you don't remember, I remember so it's fine."

  Right after that, Li Bei's car stopped by the roadside because his boss had called him in a very timely manner last night. He didn't go far from the foot of the mountain and found a nearby hotel to stay overnight. Early this morning, he went to the branch company to pick up the car and came to pick up his boss.

  It turns out Miss Song is also here?

  No wonder, under the boss's abdominal black + gentle offensive, even a iceberg would melt into water.

  Pei Suchong and Song Yuqiao got on the car, and Li Bei handed over all the prepared materials to Pei Suchong: "Boss, the top is some information about this cooperation case, the bottom is the appraisal report you want, and also, a reimbursement voucher for the branch manager Xu Shaojie in this quarter. There is indeed something fishy."

  Song Yuqiao's attention was originally focused on the four words "identification report" spoken by Li Bei, but as soon as she heard "branch manager Xu Shaojie", she couldn't help but frown. She clearly remembered that three months ago, it was indeed because of branch manager Xu that Pei's company had suffered huge economic losses. Hadn't Pei Si already investigated and cleared up the matter? Why was this person still allowed to continue working at the branch for three months?

  Pais noticed Song Yuqiao's gaze and explained: "His power has been hollowed out, now he is just collecting evidence. He is suspected of leaking business secrets and laundering money obtained through bribery to overseas. He really is a mastermind."

  It's getting serious.

  Song Yu Qiao frowned: "What now...?"

  Pei Si nodded: "The evidence is almost caught, wait until I go and talk to Cheng Fuqiu first, after talking, I'll take you to the branch company to see a well-planned play."

  Driving, Li Bei replied to his boss: "It's indeed a good show, Boss's wife, just watch it."

  Song Yuqiao: "......"

  This boss's wife sounds so awkward.

  ………………

  The news that Old Lady Song brought a little boy back home quickly reached Xu Yuanyi's ears.

  "A little boy?" Xu Yuanyi couldn't believe her ears. "You're saying the old lady brought back a little boy?"

  Xu Yuanyi has been in the Song family for at least a decade, from the first time she brought Xu Wanli to their doorstep. How could there not be her informants in such an intricate and complex family?

  The eyewitness said: "Indeed, I saw it with my own eyes."

  "How old?"

  "He looks bigger than Little Master, quite tall and sturdy, probably around six or seven years old." (Pei Hangyu: Actually, I'm only five and a half, haha!)

  Xu Yuanyi fell into deep thought, sat on the bed for a while, and first called Song Yi who had already gone to the company, saying: "Mom is back, and she brought a little boy, let's have lunch together at noon."

  "What little boy?"

  "I'm not sure either, I just thought of asking in a while."

  This gave Xu Yuanyi a reason to go ask Song Lao Tai Tai. She first instructed the kitchen to make a few more dishes, she is now considered the hostess of the Song family, and must have the demeanor of a virtuous and gentle lady, so she picked up her own son Song Qihuan in one hand and said: "Let's go see Grandma, and there's also an older brother who's about your age, you can play together."

  "Brother? Which brother?"

  Song Qihuan saw the old family photo and clearly recognized it. There were people on it who had appeared before but were no longer in the house now, including an older brother and two older sisters.

  Xu Yuanyi only realized now that in front of her son, the most taboo thing to mention was the words "brother" or "sister". She said: "It's not that brother, you don't have a brother like that, stop daydreaming, he's just a little friend."

  In Song Lao Tai's courtyard, there was a cat. Pei Hangyu might have been used to being restricted at home by Pei Si Cheng, not allowing him to keep cats or dogs, but he especially liked small animals like cats and dogs, liking the Pomeranian in his uncle's house, and now even more so this big-faced fluffy cat.

  Mrs. Song had previously instructed Aunt Wang to find a pet store professional to trim the cat's sharp claws, or else she wouldn't dare let Pei Haoyu play with this cat now.

  Cats really can't compare with dogs; when a cat is anxious, it will scratch even if it sees its owner.

  Bae Ho-young was having a great time playing with the big-faced cat when suddenly, a pair of small leather shoes appeared in front of him. Bae Ho-young looked up and saw a little boy wearing a blue suit, looking down at him with his head lowered.

  This little boy is Song Qihuan.

  Song Qihuan still had a silly look on her face: "Mom, look at him, his clothes are the same as mine."

  Bai Hangyu looked at the blue suit on Song Qihuan's body and the sapphire blue tie around his neck, then lowered his head to look at his own blue suit, feeling very unhappy!

  I actually bumped into someone!

  Still this kind of blatant and open bullying! And it's just a small bean sprout! It's simply unbearable!

  Pei Hangyu's small face suddenly scrunched up like a bitter melon, and he threw the big cat to the ground. He stood up, took off his little suit jacket, and ran quickly into the inner room, shouting: "Grandma! Where is that big backpack Qiaoqiao brought for me? I want to change clothes!"