Su Yi was also puzzled, frowning as he looked Su Jinning up and down: "What's wrong? Why such a big reaction?" He teased, "Do you even know her, little brat?"
How could Shen Donghai not recognize him?
The family photo on Shen Moyu's desk—he could see the man's face in it every time he looked up; how could he not recognize him?
He suddenly took a step back, muttering to himself as if shocked, "How is this possible?"
"Son, are you alright?" Su Yi stepped forward and touched Su Jinning's forehead, afraid that the child had been sick and had become delirious from the fever.
Unexpectedly, Su Jinning grabbed his wrist, and he was as anxious as a grasshopper in a hot oil pan: "Dad, say it again? Are you sure he's Shen Donghai's son?"
Su Yi was even more confused than him, and could only nod.
He felt that his son might really have become mentally challenged.
"But..." Su Jinning refused to believe it: "Zhou Xingqi's surname is Zhou."
Su Yi frowned and thought for a moment, then said ambiguously, "We've only worked together a few times, so there are some things I don't know. She should take her mother's surname, right?"
"Besides, why are you reacting so strongly?" Su Yi asked again.
Su Jinning leaned against the wall for a while before absentmindedly saying, "Ah... I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence."
Yes, what a coincidence. He glanced instinctively at the bedroom door, afraid that Shen Moyu would overhear.
Su Yi nodded with some skepticism. He glanced at his watch and said, "I have to go. There's still a contract to be signed. You should get some rest."
The door slammed shut abruptly, and Su Jinning almost instantly collapsed onto the floor against the wall.
This news truly shocked him, and he certainly couldn't believe it. But upon closer reflection, it all seemed to make sense.
Shen Moyu said that her father ran away with a woman when she was nine years old, and they had a seven-year-old child together. Based on that, the age does match.
Furthermore, Shen Moyu had personally told him that his father owned a company so large that his stores were now a nationwide chain, and therefore the annual child support payments were substantial.
Moreover, he had long suspected that even if Zhou Xingqi's family was powerful, it was impossible for a mere kid to use his connections to get Shen Moyu into Zhengde No. 1 Middle School.
At that time, Zhou Xingqi was only fourteen years old. Could he be so capable that he could help Shen Moyu?
Zhou Xingqi comes back to see him every year now, yet he's still so wary of the people around Shen Moyu. To say the two have a good relationship is an understatement; they've only met a few times.
I've done this much to help. It seems there's only one possibility.
Someone must have instructed him to do this.
"Depend on……"
It was all a mess, my head was completely a mess. He simply couldn't connect any of these things. It was as if everything was too coincidental, yet also as if everything had been foreseen.
He got up, went upstairs, opened the door to the guest room, and collapsed onto the bed.
He is now very concerned about whether Shen Moyu knows about this.
If it were him, he couldn't possibly tolerate someone who would destroy his family's happiness staying by his side, let alone being so close to him.
Even if they don't hate him, they certainly don't like him. Shen Moyu probably doesn't know this.
Suddenly, the bedroom door opened a crack, and Shen Moyu poked his head out: "Brother Ning, you..."
He looked at Su Jinning curled up on the bed, hesitated for a long time before finally forcing himself to say, "You forgot to find me some pants..."
Su Jinning's chaotic thoughts were immediately interrupted by him. He looked over and saw Shen Moyu standing at the door, his shirt hanging loosely on his body. He was thinner than Su Jinning, but not petite. Except for the sleeves and shoulders, which were a little too big for him, the shirt fit him well. He glanced down and saw that Shen Moyu was bare-legged, the shirt just covering his buttocks. He had just come out of the shower, and the wet droplets slid down his white and slender legs all the way to his ankles.
He seemed to have been struck hard by what he saw, and quickly looked away.
"Ahem... I'll go find it for you." Su Jinning stood up and tried to avoid him as she rummaged through the wardrobe.
Damn it, you came all the way up to the second floor to find me wearing this? Are you sure this is normal?
"Just pick one. No need to be picky." Shen Moyu also felt a little embarrassed, and tugged hard at the hem of her clothes, which wasn't even loose.
Su Jinning looked up at him, but unexpectedly, his action of pulling at her clothes only made things worse.
Depend on.
He searched for a long time, but his mind was a complete mess; he couldn't find the beginning of the thread or a way to untangle it.
Shen Moyu sat on the bed for a long time, getting a little cold: "Still haven't found one? Anything will do."
Su Jinning finally took out the pajama bottoms she had outgrown two years ago and handed them over: "Ah, I just found them. Wear these so you don't catch a cold."
As Shen Moyu got out of bed and reached for his pants, the edge of his boxer shorts was faintly visible under his shirt, and Su Jinning immediately felt her cheeks burning.
He quickly lowered his head: "Go back and get some sleep."
But Shen Moyu felt he was angry, and without hesitation, grabbed his arm: "Are you still angry?"
Su Jinning still didn't dare to turn around and look at him, staring intently at the door, wishing she could rush out right now.
"I……"
"Then how can I stop being angry?" Shen Moyu seemed to be talking to herself, or perhaps asking him helplessly, wondering what she could say to make him stop being so cold.
Su Jinning didn't know what to say. Perhaps he wasn't angry anymore, because the news he had just heard from his father would drive him even crazier.
"That's all I wanted to ask." Su Jinning turned around and stared intently at his face, as if afraid she would look away: "Zhou Xingqi, how long have you two known each other?"
"About three years."
"Why did he help you so much? He helped you transfer schools and came back to see you every year?" Su Jinning asked, as if eager to confirm, "You two are really... just ordinary friends?"
He just wanted to see if Shen Moyu knew about the deepest relationship between him and Zhou Xingqi.
But Shen Moyu thought he was still angry, which was why he questioned her like that.
He thought back on his relationship with Zhou Xingqi, as if he were picking and choosing which words he could say and which he couldn't.
Zhou Xingqi had confessed to himself that he was the son of his father Shen Donghai's friend. Whether it was helping him transfer schools or coming back to visit him every year, it was all Shen Donghai who asked him to do the favors.
He had rejected this idea for a long time, even thinking that Shen Donghai's actions were meaningless and even laughable.
Later, he came to understand. Shen Donghai had so heartlessly abandoned him and his mother back then. It was only natural for him to do what he did.
Shen Moyu had long since given up on her father.
He has always been a man who keeps track of accounts, and he will take back as much as his father owes him and his mother.
"We're just friends. I asked him to help me with the school transfer," Shen Moyu said.
Su Jinning frowned. He looked closely at Shen Moyu's face, but apart from his excessive calmness, he couldn't discern anything.
He probably doesn't know. Even if he did, he probably wouldn't tell me?
He didn't even know where his thoughts had wandered off to. He said in a hoarse voice, "There's honey water on the coffee table in the living room. Drink it to help with the hangover. If you're sleepy, go to sleep."