He had never thought of wanting the baby in his mother's belly before, but when it popped into his mind, he felt a kind of excited anticipation.
Feeling a little strange, Ye Pei frowned slightly, pondering to herself.
"However, if your mother gave birth to a son with a little penis like you, then this agreement would naturally be—what do you say?" After all, old foxes are shrewd, and Fang Weiyang couldn't help but let out a big, sly laugh at the other possibility he had just thought of.
“If you still want to carry on the family line, then,” Ye Pei sneered, showing his strong attachment to this child, “I will advise you to have another one.” The implication was that he was determined to have it.
"You..." Fang Weiyang was speechless, staring blankly at his domineering little face, so familiar that he couldn't say a word.
He remembered now. He knew why the kid looked so familiar—it looked exactly like the guy who worked on his head, the only difference being his size.
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Chapter Nine: A Night of Deep Affection Author: Mo Xian
"Ah! Xiao Zi, who exactly is this little devil...?"
When Feng Zi saw Fang Weiyang rushing towards her like his pants were on fire, she was startled. Just as she caught her breath, Ye Pei, who came in after her, stunned her with his words.
"The company my mom helped me submit a case for today, the boss's name is Du Zhiwen, I heard he's very close to my mom."
“Du Zhiwen?! Ye Zi went to see…” she almost screamed.
“That’s right, an ex-lover,” Ye Pei added.
Mom! This brat calls that woman surnamed Ye "Mom"? Doesn't that mean...
Wow, big news! Pei has a son, and the son's mother has taken leave to meet her old flame!
No, he had to tell Pei right away, and he could also ask for two more months of wedding leave as payment for tipping her off.
Upon realizing this, Fang Weiyang immediately turned around and rushed upstairs.
"I'll go take a look."
Ye Pei smiled and followed, thinking to himself, "It's about time; the people who should be here should have arrived by now."
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"You mean..." The usually calm and composed man was so excited that he accidentally knocked over his coffee cup and messed up a pile of documents.
“That’s right, just like you heard.” Fang Weiyang nodded repeatedly, but then saw Pei Zaiyu leave him and walk quickly outside.
"Hey, wait for me!" He hasn't even mentioned his two-month vacation yet.
"dad--"
As the two approached the secretary's office, they heard a clear, cheerful child's voice outside. They quickly exchanged a glance, their expressions somewhat strange. Finally, Fang Weiyang touched his nose.
"That voice sounds like your son's."
Before he could finish speaking, Pei Zaiyu rushed out the door and saw a small figure rush up and throw herself into the arms of him—or rather, a man who looked exactly like him.
The man who had always hated physical contact with others opened his arms and hugged the little devil, who was supposed to be his son, tightly.
His face turned half green.
"Dad, I've finally found you!" Ye Pei shouted happily, and without any shyness, she reached out and took off the man's sunglasses, kissed his cheek, and exclaimed, "Wow, you have the same blue eyes as me!"
The man chuckled, "You recognize me as your father just because we have the same blue eyes?" As he spoke, he glanced almost imperceptibly at his own reflection, who looked unwell.
“Chi, he really is your son. Look, he looks exactly like him.” Another man who came with him, who was too handsome to be true, was Xia Jifeng, an internationally renowned young musician and pianist. He reached out and touched Ye Pei’s pretty little face, his smile a little stiff.
"Cough...cough...cough!"
Fang Weiyang, who came out later, was so shocked by the situation that he could not catch his breath and almost choked to death.
Good heavens! God! What's going on? These two haven't even resolved their differences yet, and this kid has already mistaken his father for someone else, and Chi is even hugging him tightly like a child? Is he here to cause trouble?
"Feng, are you feeling unwell?"
Completely oblivious to the astonishment of those around him, Pei Zhichi—Pei Zaiyu's elder brother—slightly turned to the side, embracing Ye Pei with one arm, then pulling Xia Jifeng into his arms with the other, lightly kissing his lips, his face full of concern and anxiety, "Do you want to rest for a bit?"
"No, no need." Shaking his head, Xia Jifeng returned his smile with a reassuring one.
"Uncle, you're so beautiful, even more beautiful than on TV." Taking advantage of the terrain, Ye Pei praised him while leaning down to peck Xia Jifeng on the lips.
Suddenly, Pei Zhichi's eyes turned cold, glaring menacingly at the little lecher in his arms. They exchanged a strange look quickly before he turned to his brother, whose face was ashen.
"Yu, is this your way of treating guests?"
With a cold sneer, Pei Zaiyu barely suppressed the urge to rush over, snatch his son away, and fight him again. He said, "Feng, it's been so long, and you can't even give your second brother a hug?"
"Second brother..."
Xia Jifeng was so moved that he wanted to step forward, but Pei Zhichi held him tightly in his arms. He looked up at him pleadingly, and Pei Zhichi released his arms with a muffled groan. He commanded possessively, "Just hug me for a moment, don't hold me for too long!"
Xia Jifeng gave him a slightly reproachful glare, her expression unusually alluring. Pei Zhichi was so moved that he wanted to pull him back, but Xia Jifeng dodged him and quickly stepped forward into Pei Zaiyu's arms, giving him a big hug.
"Second brother, thank... thank you!" He knew that Yu had finally forgiven them, finally.
With a "bang," the stairwell door was kicked open, and a slender, delicate figure rushed over quickly, finally stopping in front of Pei Zhichi.