"How can we let a little one treat us?"
"Exactly, exactly."
"Since it's our first meeting, it's only right that we uncles treat the little one to a drink."
"..."
They recalled that the station manager had mentioned Su Miao was a single mother. With this in mind, they imagined that Su Yuyan had been ostracized by other children since he was young, with no one willing to play or talk with him.
Out of sympathy, they became even more enthusiastic.
They spoke one after another, as if trying to overwhelm Su Yuyan.
Su Yuyan clenched his hand at his side, his whole body radiating coldness. "Thank you, uncles, but I'm not thirsty and don't want a drink."
"Not thirsty? Don't be polite with us, young man. We may not be rich, but we certainly have more than enough to buy you a drink."
Su Yuyan responded without emotion, "Really, there's no need. Thank you."
Su Miao, realizing they shouldn't push too far, quickly intervened, "Alright, alright, let my son rest a bit. You've been chatting for so long."
After a two-hour break, Su Miao and Su Yuyan once again set out on their food delivery route, continuing late into the night.
Su Miao picked up an order and returned to her electric scooter. "We'll finish after this delivery. It's getting too late."
Ah! If only she hadn't brought Su Yuyan along for deliveries. She couldn't even slack off a bit; as soon as she thought about resting, this kid would start with a bunch of lectures.
Like some kind of preaching monk, giving her a headache.
If Su Yuyan hadn't come along, she would've finished work and gone home to relax long ago. How could she possibly be delivering until this late hour?
"Mm," Su Yuyan agreed.
The last order was to be delivered to the Wanguo Hotel. Su Miao took the food and led Su Yuyan into the elevator. As it slowly ascended, she asked, "Son, we've been working hard all day. Can we have some fried chicken as a late-night snack tonight?"
Su Yuyan refused, "Fried chicken isn't healthy, and eating fried food at night is even worse for digestion."
"Alright, then let's eat something nutritious."
"What?"
"Spicy crayfish."
Su Yuyan was speechless, "Just listen to that name. Does that sound nutritious to you?"
"It's very nutritious! It's got 'dragon' and 'shrimp' in the name. Nothing could be more nutritious than that," Su Miao said with a grin.
Su Yuyan: "..."
You're completely ignoring the "spicy" part at the beginning, aren't you?
With a ding, the elevator doors opened.
Su Miao and Su Yuyan stepped out together, found the room number on the order, and rang the doorbell.
After waiting for quite a while, the door still hadn't opened.
Su Miao took out her phone and dialed the customer's number, but it was constantly busy. With no other choice, she continued ringing the doorbell.
No response.
Impatiently, Su Miao pressed the bell several times in succession. This time, there was finally a reaction—she heard footsteps approaching from inside.
The door slowly opened from within.
The man who appeared was stunningly handsome, with sharp facial features and deep-set eyes. His black hair was still dripping with water, and he wore a clean white bathrobe, loosely revealing his well-defined chest.
Su Miao swallowed.
He was exactly her type.
However, he looked somewhat familiar.
As if she had seen him somewhere before.
Meeting the man's deep, dark eyes, Su Miao slightly suppressed her attraction and said, "Hello, here's your delivery."
His expression was cold, his eyelids naturally thin, making him appear even more distant and aloof as he looked down at them. "I didn't order any food."
His thin lips curled coldly, the air around him heavy with pressure.
Su Miao frowned imperceptibly, not because of the man's words, but because she suddenly realized who this man resembled.
He looked like Su Yuyan.
As she made this realization, so did Su Yuyan.
This man looked very much like him.
"I'm sorry, we must have made a mistake with the delivery. Our apologies," Su Miao quickly responded with a smile.
She finished speaking and was about to leave with Su Yuyan.
"Wait a moment." His low, hoarse voice was like cold jade melting ice.
The atmosphere suddenly tensed.
Su Miao felt a chill down her spine. She turned stiffly, wearing a standard smile. "Is there anything else?"
Xie Chen tilted his head, giving them a cool glance that sent chills from head to toe.
"Haven't we met before?"
Su Miao squeezed her palm, replying distantly but politely, "Maybe. After all, I've been delivering food for many years. It's possible I've delivered to you before."
Xie Chen didn't respond, instead carefully examining Su Miao and Su Yuyan beside her.
When his gaze fell on Su Yuyan's face, his dark eyes narrowed instinctively.
"Well... if there's nothing else, I'll be going. I still have deliveries to make," Su Miao said, not waiting for his reaction before pulling Su Yuyan away.
Xie Chen stared unblinkingly at the mother and son as they walked away, until they disappeared at the end of the corridor.
Just as they left the hotel, Su Miao's phone rang. It was the customer, explaining that she had entered the wrong floor number and saying to dispose of the food as she no longer wanted it.
Su Miao's delivery work for the day was done.
After leaving the hotel, Su Miao and Su Yuyan remained silent, both looking uncomfortable.
Unusually, Su Miao didn't suggest getting a late-night snack. Instead, after washing up, she went straight to her room.
That night, many people had trouble sleeping.
As soon as Su Miao left, Xie Chen immediately made a phone call. "Return to the country immediately."
"Mr. Xie, has something happened?" The person on the other end of the line seemed surprised by Xie Chen's sudden decision.
He had only arrived there yesterday, so why was he asking to return already?
"Indeed, something very strange has occurred." Xie Chen stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, his facial features sharp and cold, his eyes as dark and oppressive as a deep pool, his slender fingers idly tracing patterns.
"What is it?" Fei Qi asked curiously.
For Mr. Xie to call something strange, it must be truly unusual.
"I think I might have a son," Xie Chen said uncertainly.
There was a loud "thud" from the other end of the line, as if something had fallen.
It seemed the phone had been dropped.
After some rustling, the phone was picked up. "Mr. Xie, has your account been hacked?"
Xie Chen's face darkened, his voice low and cold, "I'm not joking."
"Then what do you mean by 'might have,' Mr. Xie?" Fei Qi still didn't understand.
Either you have a son or you don't. What does "might have a son" mean?
Is he suspecting he has a son?
Does he mean someone stole his... seed?
"Stop wasting time. Return to the country tomorrow," Xie Chen said before hanging up.
In the silent, unlit room, Xie Chen gazed out at the neon lights. In the mingling of light and shadow, his handsome brow furrowed slightly, revealing a faint hint of confusion.
Meanwhile.
Su Miao sat motionless on her bed. The curtains in the room weren't drawn, and moonlight spilled in, falling across the bed.
That man must be Su Yuyan's biological father.
Judging by his appearance, he seemed to be someone of considerable importance.
Did he notice anything unusual just now?
If he did, would he try to take Su Yuyan away from her?
Although she hadn't known Su Yuyan for very long, she had already grown accustomed to having him by her side. What would she do if Su Yuyan were taken away?
Should she try to get him back?
But would Su Yuyan even want that?
That man exuded an aura of authority from his very core, one that ordinary wealthy families couldn't possess.
Would Su Yuyan really be willing to give that up?