Daddy Always Gets Jealous

Where did that little guy come from?

Surrogacy?

If it was surrogacy, the little guy wouldn’t have any blood relation to Huo Jinnan, but Yunqing is still the child’s biological mother, right?

But the little guy looks like Huo Jinnan!

And given his style, if he wasn’t his son, why would he keep him by his side all the time? It doesn’t seem possible for Yunqing to conceive his child through other means, so what’s really going on?

Everything seems about to unravel yet I don’t know where the problem lies, unable to find a reasonable explanation.

Che Huan thought for a while, feeling some headache, and stretched out her hand to rub her temples, gently closing her eyes.

Thinking of the little guy saying that Huo Jinnan would soon bring his mother back, she bit her lip gently—is he referring to the little guy’s biological mother, or...

At the thought of the word ”stepmother,” Che Huan’s cheeks flushed red.

He said he would take her back to Hong Kong in a few days—could it be—

She dared not hope, suddenly afraid of disappointment.

Lying there, she drifted into a drowsy sleep while these thoughts swirled in her mind.

It was that dream again, haunting her all night long—

Suddenly, the scene shifted to the hospital room, to the painful expression on her mother’s face when she had slapped her hard.

Che Huan woke with a start, sitting up and looking out the window at the sky, her hands buried in her hair, fiercely massaging her tense scalp until it felt somewhat relieved.

Picking up her phone, she saw it was already past eleven, almost noon.

He must still be at the banquet, right? He must have run into Gu Jizhou, right?

Remembering his instructions when he left, and what Huo Bei had said before, her heart suddenly skipped a beat—could this banquet be a setup?

She held her phone, stared at it for a while, opened the contact list, but didn’t see his number. She entered the number already etched in her memory digit by digit onto the screen, then saved it as ”A Huo Jinnan.”

Watching the contact list that had only one number for a while, she wanted to call out, but was worried it might inconvenience him, so she held back.

She remembered he had said that she could see where he was if she opened the location feature.

Without thinking, she activated it and waited a few seconds; his location quickly loaded on the screen, just to the north of Hong Kong.

Remembering what Li Li had said when she was framed that last time, it should be about the Huo Family in the north of the city—no mistake!

Gently pressing on his location on the screen, the warmth from her fingertip began to heat up.

After some thought, she sent a message, ”Call me when you’re free.”

Huo Jinnan heard the message tone, took a glance at his phone, and replied with two words, ”Tonight.”

Gu Jizhou’s gaze swept over in their direction, staring at the expression on Huo Jinnan’s face, suspecting it might be Che Huan. He felt a stinging pain in his retina as if a python with a crimson forked tongue had tightly coiled around his heart and lungs!

Noticing Gu Jizhou’s expression and recalling his grandfather’s admonition, Huo Jinyun stealthily stepped on Gu Jizhou’s foot.

Gu Jizhou snapped back to the present and lowered his head, sitting there smoking.

Huo Jinyun frowned—what’s with Jizhou lately? He has been acting strange.

She stood up, her lavish gown rustling as she went to greet the guests who had come to offer birthday wishes, while also sneaking glances toward Huo Jinnan, wondering if she could facilitate Jinnan’s marriage today.

Seeing Huo Jinnan put away his phone, she quickly shifted her gaze.

Just last night, her grandfather had talked to her, confirming that Jinnan would be the Huo Family’s future helmsman, and he planned to start keeping Jinnan from living freely outside, asking her and Jizhou to interact more and develop a rapport with Jinnan.

When she brought up Jinnan’s marriage, the old man looked over the photos and surprisingly agreed.