AFMD : Chapter 21 part 1

Gu Xi secretly used a voice changer to call and inquire about Wen Biyan’s condition.

 

Assistant Xiao Zhang, rubbing his fingers, asked if he could add him on WeChat, saying he thought Gu Xi had a special way of dealing with things, so in the future, if Wen Biyan got emotional, could he get remote guidance?

 

“Alright,” Gu Xi agreed.

 

Gu Xi thought that once the cooperation between Baozi and Wen Biyan ended, they would have no interaction again. The tangled ball of yarn suddenly unraveled, even a cat would be stunned.

 

“I’m just helping others,” Gu Xi self-hypnotized.

 

Photos of Wen Biyan and Baozi crying with their heads in their hands were leaked, breaking millions of fans’ hearts in the night. So when the location was changed midway through filming, they were besieged by the media.

 

“May I ask why you’re crying?” the reporters questioned.

 

Wen Biyan didn’t hesitate to cry. He loved to cry, it’s none of your business. He didn’t want to answer any questions, just held Baozi tightly in his arms, both of them wearing matching sunglasses, looking very cool.

 

Baozi, a very polite child, rubbed his chubby hands together when he heard the pretty sister asking questions. He pushed up his glasses, the oversized sunglasses naturally sliding down to his neck, and sweetly replied, “Because I miss my dad.” His eyes blinked, melting the hearts of a group of old aunties.

 

The reporters, holding their hearts, still managed to pry out other questions from Baozi’s mouth. Pursuing further, why is Wen Biyan crying?

 

“He misses dad too,” Baozi said.

 

Baozi was referring to his own father, but the media misunderstood it as Wen Biyan’s father. Wen Biyan coldly snorted, pressing Baozi’s head against his shoulder and turning away, “Don’t talk to strangers.”

 

Just in time for Father’s Day, Wen Biyan’s longing for his father became a hot topic. Fans watched the video while wiping their tears, expressing their emotions, “My idol finally made it to a positive hot search, sob sob sob.”

 

Due to issues with Gu Xi, Wen Biyan’s relationship with his father was strained, but after this misunderstanding, Wen Biyan’s father had friends everywhere saying, “I heard your son misses you so much he cries, he’s really filial. My son hasn’t said he misses me since he was four. Fortunately, I have a good grandson who talks about how much he loves his grandpa every day, he wants to give him all the family assets…” The friend who said this touched his Mediterranean hair, subtly showing off his grandson.

 

Wen Father: …

 

So, with great interest, he followed Wen Biyan’s program. The first thing he saw wasn’t his son whom he hadn’t seen for a year, but… his eldest grandson!

 

The secretary explained to the chairman with a dry mouth that this was not his grandson, but a partner selected from a nationwide audition by the program team…

 

The chairman paid no attention, if he had no grandson, the family business would rot in his hands. So he confidently sent someone to the crew to secretly take a DNA sample.

 

After finishing the variety show, the chairman watched a bunch of cuts. Just after finishing the group meeting, he hadn’t left the meeting room yet, and he told his secretary, “Quick, use this projector!”

 

The more he watched, the more he liked it. Seeing his son suffer, his mood subtly aligned with the fans’. He looked at his son, who had an explosive temper, wondering how he raised such a sweet custard bun in his heart. It must be his daughter-in-law’s credit. He wanted to reward her with a billion.

 

…

 

Baozi called Gu Xi to complain. Today Wen Biyan forced him to eat yams, which he didn’t like.

 

Gu Xi kindly said, “Kids shouldn’t be picky eaters, or they won’t grow tall. Look at your new dad, how tall he is…”

 

“The new dad also…”

 

He doesn’t like it. I saw him secretly feeding it to the dog.”

 

Gu Xi was helpless. How could Wen Biyan picky eat and let the child see it?

 

“He used to like it, but he stopped eating it after he turned twenty. You’re only three and a half years old now,” Gu Xi explained.

 

Suddenly, Wen Biyan appeared, and Baozi hung up the phone, asking him, “Is what my dad said true?”

 

Are you really someone who stopped eating it after twenty?

 

“…Yes.”

 

Wen Biyan: …I feel like this tactic is oddly familiar?

 

At the end of the first phase, Gu Xi took the child back. Except for Wen Biyan, the other three breathed a sigh of relief. The child looked cute, but only he knew if he was bearable or not.

 

Next door, Xiaohua was asking around if Baozi was Wen Biyan’s illegitimate child, her eyes adorned with exaggerated colored contacts, not knowing what she was paying attention to.

 

Wen Biyan didn’t want to deal with this well-known gossip in the industry. “No.”

 

But only he knew that these days he had occasionally thought he had a son, if it weren’t for the fact that he had never had a girlfriend.

 

At night, when Wen Biyan went to sleep, he habitually reached out to touch the spot next to him. Lately, he got up two or three times a night to check if Baozi’s blanket was properly covering him.

 

Feeling nothing, Wen Biyan suddenly woke up. This crappy feeling felt strangely familiar, and his memory suddenly flashed back to the time right after the breakup.

 

With his mind too awake, Wen Biyan sat on the living room sofa and lit a cigarette. The lighter produced a golden-blue flame, and Wen Biyan remembered that he had to meet Baozi next week, so he extinguished the cigarette.

 

An old photo lay upside down on the table, its corners charred, as if scorched by fire. Wen Biyan picked up the photo absent-mindedly, pressing the lighter against it with his right hand. The flame licked the edges of the photo, but like the past four years, nothing happened to the photo, and the lighter was thrown onto the glass curtain wall across from him.

 

It had been a long time since Wen Biyan felt so irritated. Taking care of a child was indeed a distraction. He sat there until dawn, estimating that Baozi should be getting up soon, and sent him a video invitation.

 

Gu Xi bought a phone for his son and registered him on social media. On the weekend, when he was making breakfast, the phone in the living room lit up with Wen Biyan’s name.

 

Gu Xi: !!!

 

Baozi was still sleeping. Gu Xi, holding the phone like a hot potato, urged his son to wake up, “Do you want to answer?”

 

Baozi rubbed his eyes and sat up in bed, feeling like his dad wanted to answer more than he did.

 

“Dad, can you say hello to Uncle Wen for me?”

 

Gu Xi firmly refused, “Do it yourself..” He then turned on the screen recording function, handed the phone to his son, and ran off as if his pants were on fire.

 

Baozi held the phone, blinked, and slowly woke up, “Hello, Uncle Wen.”

 

When Wen Biyan heard this address, he was somewhat unaccustomed, “Sorry, are you not awake yet?”

 

…

 

Gu Xi hid behind the door and eavesdropped. Last time, Wen Biyan was drunk and unaware, so Gu Xi took advantage of it. Now, if Wen Biyan was completely sober, any slip-up would immediately expose him.

 

He listened nervously, unconsciously swiping his phone, when suddenly he saw a notification about Wen Biyan.