The five year old kid stood there, carrying a plate of fruits, but this was not the point. The point was that despite the faint sharpness in the little brat’s eyes, his entire frame—including his eyes, nose and lips—made Ye Moxuan feel as if he was looking at a mirror. The kid in front of him resembled a mini version of himself.
His heart shrank as he looked at the kid’s face, which was identical to his, before his mind stopped functioning. On the other hand, the little brat was also stunned when he saw Ye Moxuan. His dark iris was not obscured by any debris, which made it easier to see the confusion in the little brat’s eyes after seeing him.
The little brat regained his composure and moved toward him. Each step that the boy took felt like a step on Ye Moxuan’s heart, but he did not realize that his fingers trembled at the same time too.
Little Bean now stood in front of him and saw that Ye Moxuan’s face was pale. Geez, why is Daddy useless? He looks at me as if he is seeing a ghost. Oh no, does he really think that I’m a ghost?
Little Bean placed the plate on the table, but accidentally knocked the porcelain plate against the table. He then stuck a couple of toothpicks into pieces of fruits and lifted his head to look at Ye Moxuan. “Would you like some fruits?” Little Bean’s adorable face only made him even more innocent and harmless.
The tall man squatted before he gradually reached out toward Little Bean’s white and tender face. “You…”
This face… Why is it so identical to mine? It looks as if it was carved out from mine. All of his nervousness faded in that instant after he saw the face in front of him and what remained was his astonishment.
“Little Bean!” A lady’s voice suddenly shouted followed by Han Muzi rushing down the stairs. When she reached the living room, she was greeted with the scene of Little Bean and Ye Moxuan together.
The little one held an apple to eat and biting sounds came out of his mouth whereas the big one had almost bent his waist with his trembling hand almost touching Little Bean’s face.
Have… they already met? Han Muzi’s velvet lips trembled as her mind went numb. What… should I do now?
Yan realized that her face did not look right, so she left her facial mask on while she went downstairs. As she digested what she saw in front of her, it left her so shocked that the mask almost fell off her face.
How did the biological father and son meet up so soon? There weren’t any warnings about this. When she saw Han Muzi standing there dumbfounded, Yan instinctively went up to her and dragged her aside by grabbing her arm.
“Yan, I…” Han Muzi felt at a loss when she reached out for Yan’s arm and her eyes also drifted away.
“I know that you’re nervous, but I don’t think that you should go up to them now.” Yan tore the facial mask away from her face and sighed. “Little Bean is such a smart kid. I’m sure he would be able to handle the situation. Why don’t I bring you up for you to calm down?”
Calm down? Han Muzi’s feeling was in a peculiar state, but she could not put her finger into it. One thing was sure; her feelings were so complicated that she could not calm down. But what can I say if I go up to them?
“Let’s go.” Yan dragged Han Muzi up the stairs. Silence was finally restored in the living room. Yet, the adult and the child were there. The adult maintained the same posture as before while the kid showed his indifference and even shoved a fruit into his mouth.
Even after a moment of silence, his hand still hadn’t reached his face. He slowly retracted it instead and tried to speak, noting the faint quiver in his voice. “Y-You are called Little Bean?”
Little Bean looked at him and blinked his eyes. “Yes.” As he nodded, Ye Moxuan felt a huge thump in his heart as if something exploded inside of him. This is Muzi’s child. He is the Little Bean that she has always talked about. After he saw the child’s face again, he could almost determine one thing…
Suddenly, he grabbed hold of Little Bean’s tiny wrist and squinted at him. “Who is your daddy?”
The once subtle atmosphere was destroyed at this moment when Little Bean lifted his head to show his innocent face. “I don’t have a daddy.”
Ye Moxuan felt his breathing stopped. “You… don’t have a daddy? Then you…”
“Mommy said that Daddy is dead already.” As Ye Moxuan glanced at the boy’s face, which was identical to his, he felt blood spilling out of his mouth.
“What do you mean by ‘he’s dead’?” That woman, is this how she used to curse me back then?
“I have never seen my daddy in my life. Doesn’t that mean he’s dead?”
He stepped closer to him with eyes that were sharper than arrows. “Then, do you find that my face is similar to yours?” The two faces were a few inches apart from each other. If it had not been for the facial size, nobody would have been able to identify who was who.
Little Bean shoved another piece of apple into his mouth and bit on it.
Ye Moxuan remained silent, constraining his excitement. “Can you not eat at this time, please?”
“Oh. No, I can’t.” Little Bean quickly declined his request as he smiled. “I love to eat fruits.” After he finished eating, he picked up another piece of fruit and stuffed it into Ye Moxuan’s mouth.
This startled Ye Moxuan when the kid’s soft palm scraped past his tough chin as he stuffed the apple into his mouth. He then bit on it; the sweet and sour taste of the fruit burst open inside his mouth and stimulated his taste buds. An idea gradually formed in his mind while he looked at the child in front of him.
“Mister, is it delicious?” Little Bean asked with a smile after Ye Moxuan ate the apple.
“Mister?” Ye Moxuan slightly squinted his eyes and his voice became husky. “Don’t call me ‘Mister’.”
Little Bean blinked at him while chomping on some fruit. “Then what should I call you?” he asked curiously.
Ye Moxuan was not anxious when he locked eyes with the child and slowly raised his hand to touch his face. Then, he took a step back and hugged the kid with trembling arms.
“Mister?” The little brat sounded more confused.
Ye Moxuan had his eyes closed and probably did not realize that his eyelashes slightly trembled. Afterward, he placed a hand on the back of the little brat’s head as his own eyes burned with tears and his voice became deeper with emotion. “Don’t call me ‘Mister’. Call me Daddy.”
That damn woman. How could she… hide this from me for so long? No wonder… No wonder she never allowed me to investigate her background. No wonder she never wants me to know about the existence of this child. No wonder she always gets agitated and her eyes would flash whenever I mention about the child. So this is why… So this is why!!! The child she carried is actually mine! Little Bean is indeed my child! Muzi, you’ve really destroyed me by hiding him from me!
