After The Straight Guy Mistakenly Hooked Up With A Strict, Old-Fashioned Daddy, He Ended Up Pregnant - Chapter 5

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He took the bait just like that?!

Chen Zao was ecstatic.

He knew this beast wouldn’t be able to control himself.

However, angling required patience; he couldn’t satisfy the other party too easily, or the sense of novelty would vanish instantly.

He sat back up on the bed, knees pressed tightly together this time. The hem of the dress covered everything up, leaving not a single peek exposed. He took several photos and picked out the purest one to send over.

Wanwan: [Here, sent.]

QE: [What about the first one?]

Wanwan: [I deleted it.]

QE: [Why?]

Wanwan: [Because that one exposed too much, I can’t let you see it.]

Imagining the other party scratching his head in sheer frustration and anguish, Chen Zao felt in a wonderful mood.

Wanwan: [I’m going to sleep now. Good night, Big Brother~ (Cat saying goodbye)]

Looking at the cat head sent by the other side, Qin Er pulled at the corner of his mouth.

Just then, an incoming call notification popped up at the top of the screen.

Qin Er glanced at it, turned on the speakerphone, and said while looking at his computer: “Uncle Sun.”

“Young Master, Madam is asking when you will be coming home?”

“Too busy right now, not coming back.”

“Madam hasn’t been in good health lately; it’s best if you come back to take a look at her.”

“Not in good health.” Qin Er’s phoenix eyes bore no expression. “If I go back, I’m afraid her elderly self’s health will only get worse.”

Uncle Sun sighed: “Young Master, Madam and Sir actually miss you very much.”

Qin Er: “Uncle Sun, I know you are speaking on their behalf, but I still won’t be returning.”

“Please inform Madam to see a doctor early if her health is poor. I’m hanging up now.”

“Young Master—”

Qin Er hung up the phone, only feeling his temples throbbing continuously.

Shen Muxin sent over the revised plan.

Qin Er took a deep breath, quickly finished revising it in time, sent it back, and took off his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose.

After tidying up the scattered documents on his desk, he retired to his room to rest.

Perhaps it was due to Uncle Sun’s phone call that Qin Er did not sleep soundly that night.

He dreamed that he walked into the backyard of the Qin residence. In summer, the lotus flowers were in full bloom, and the carp in the pond lazily flicked their fish tails.

An eight-year-old boy crouched by the pond, talking to the carp: “Little fish, little fish, Mom won’t let me go out to play, so I can only play with you guys.”

“Do you like eating this flavor of bread? I’ll come back tomorrow.”

“Little Er.” Qin Fang walked over, followed by a few servants behind her.

“Mom.” The little boy quickly stood up, hiding the bread behind his back.

There was no warmth on Qin Fang’s face: “Is your homework finished?”

The boy immediately said: “All done.”

Qin Fang: “Good. There are still equestrian lessons and piano lessons this afternoon. Go prepare quickly, the teachers are already waiting.”

“Mom,” the boy asked somewhat timidly, “can I skip the lessons…”

“I want to rest for a day and just watch the fish by the pond.”

Qin Fang remained expressionless: “The lessons have already been scheduled and cannot be rescheduled. Little Er, don’t make Mom say it a second time.”

The little boy hung his head in disappointment.

Qin Fang said gently: “If you really like them, we’ll come back to see the little fish tomorrow, okay?”

The little boy raised his head: “Really?!”

Qin Fang: “Of course it’s real.”

The little boy nodded heavily: “Mm!”

Before leaving, he looked back at the fish pond, thinking he would come back to see them tomorrow.

The next day, after finishing his homework, the boy came over excitedly, but froze upon seeing the scene before him.

In the pond, there were no fish, nor was there any water—it was completely empty.

“Mom, where are the fish?”

“Thrown away.”

“Little Er, Mom has told you many times: don’t let these unimportant things control your mind. You are the heir to the Qin family…”

“Mom, you lied! You lied!”

The boy clutched his head and screamed, while Qin Er, standing off to the side, also held his forehead.

The next moment, the scene shifted. Blood covered his face, his hands, and his body.

Sirens from police cars and ambulances echoed in his ears. An antique pocket watch lay in a pool of blood, slowly being stained red.

Qin Er sat up abruptly from his bed, sweating like rain. Outside the window, the sun was already high, shining brightly into the room.

Qin Er sat at the head of the bed, his chest still heaving, his heart beating violently.

The phone at his bedside vibrated. He reached out and felt around twice before grabbing it to look.

Wanwan: [Good morning, Big Brother (Cat peeking out)]

Wanwan: [I have to head home for a few days, so I won’t be coming to your place to leech meals! Don’t worry, I will definitely eat on time! (Proud cat)]

Seeing the familiar cat head, Qin Er’s tense body finally relaxed.

QE: [Mm.]

He got out of bed, entered the bathroom to shower, and rinsed his face and arms over and over again, as if trying to wash away the bloodstains on his body.

After showering, Qin Er’s mood finally calmed down.

Going out into the living room and seeing the pocket watch on the table, Qin Er walked over, solemnly placed the watch into his pocket, glanced at the medical books on the desk, closed his eyes, and walked out.

…

Half an hour ago, Chen Zao received a call back from his cousin.

“I asked around for you. A lot of antique shops nowadays are run by young people, and they have no idea how to repair this kind of old-fashioned pocket watch at all.”

“Then what should I do?”

“Gosh, if people from this century don’t know, you can ask people from the last century!”

Chen Zao immediately thought of his grandmother—an old lady from the previous century who had braved countless storms and trials, still hale and hearty in her eighties.

So, as soon as day broke, Chen Zao took the subway back home. But another reason he got up so early was his fear of having his original appearance discovered by Qin Er.

Lord knew how flustered he had been when he rushed out of the apartment.

Chen Zao’s grandmother lived in an urban district two hours away by subway. There weren’t many people on the subway in the morning, so he leaned against the back of his seat to catch up on sleep, transferring three times along the way, finally arriving at his grandmother’s rural villa before lunchtime.

Chen Zao rang the doorbell. Nanny Liu came over to open the door and was delighted to see him: “Zaozao is here!”

“Hello, Nanny Liu. Is my grandmother here?”

“Yes, the old lady is in the back garden.”

“Alright, then I’ll go find her.”

Watching him come in, Nanny Liu remembered something and warned: “Zaozao, be careful…”

Without hearing Nanny Liu’s words, Chen Zao sprinted into the house, only to be struck on the head by something hard.

Thump! Pain shot through his forehead. Chen Zao clutched his head and looked furiously at the culprit.

His half-brother, Chen Xin, was holding a toy gun. Seeing that he had hit his target, he screamed: “Hit the monster! Hit the monster!”

“Chen Xin!” Chen Zao dropped his bag in anger. “Looking for a beating, are you?”

As Chen Xin ran, he kept shooting him with the toy gun. Chen Zao was pelted several times. Gritting his teeth in fury, he gave chase, snatched the toy gun from Chen Xin’s hands, and swiftly fired several shots back at him.

Hit on the body, Chen Xin burst into tears: “It hurts! It hurts so much!”

Amidst his younger brother’s screams, Chen Zao chased and struck him, completely reversing the situation.

“Calling me a monster? With that face of yours, even if your genes mutate in the future, it won’t look as good as my nostrils!”

Chen Zao aimed the toy gun: “Don’t think I won’t beat you just because you’re a kid! Let’s see if you dare try this again!”

Chen Xin was crying and wailing when he suddenly bumped into a woman. He looked up: “Mom! Brother is hitting me!!”

Wang Lan hurriedly shielded her child and yelled at Chen Zao: “Chen Zao! He’s your younger brother! What does a little child know for you to treat him like this!”

Chen Zao stopped in his tracks. Seeing Wang Lan, his stomach started throbbing with pain again. He lowered the toy gun and sneered: “I won’t cross others unless they cross me.”

Wang Lan: “You—!”

“What’s all this shouting about?” Grandma Chen walked in from the back door, leaning on her walking stick.

Just as Wang Lan was about to make a preemptive strike, a black shadow flashed past.

“Grandma!!” Chen Zao threw himself into his grandmother’s arms. “Look at my forehead, it’s all from Chen Xin hitting me! It hurts so much, boo hoo hoo!”

Chen Yixin saw a red bump on her precious grandson’s forehead and trembled with anger: “Wang Lan, do you even know how to raise a child! If you don’t, get the hell out of here!”

Wang Lan said awkwardly: “Mom… Xiao Xin was just playing around with his brother.”

Zhao Yixin: “Even playing around needs limits! Look at what he did to Zaozao’s forehead!”

Wang Lan hastily pulled her son’s arm over: “Mom, look, Zaozao also hurt Xiao Xin’s arm. Xiao Xin is only how old…”

“Zaozao was just playing around with his brother! How old is he, he didn’t do it on purpose!” Grandma Chen patted Chen Zao’s head.

Nestled in his grandmother’s arms, Chen Zao pulled a face at them. Wang Lan was so angry her teeth ached: “Yes, it was Xiao Xin’s fault for being disrespectful to his brother.”

Only then was Grandma Chen satisfied. She said to Chen Zao: “Have Nanny Liu put some medicine on you.”

Chen Zao: “It’s fine, Grandma, I’ll apply it myself.”

Zhao Yixin looked toward Wang Lan and her son: “I only just remembered to ask: what did you two come to my place for?”

“Isn’t it summer break? We came to visit Mom and show some filial piety,” Wang Lan said.

Zhao Yixin humph-ed: “Since you want to show filial piety, go to the backyard and trim the vegetables.”

Wang Lan: “Yes! Xiao Xin, come together.”

Chen Xin looked up, reluctant: “Mom, I want to play!”

“Play what!” Wang Lan dragged him over. “How old are you already? Learn to be sensible and help Grandma trim vegetables.”

Seeing Chen Xin’s frustrated expression, Chen Zao smiled: “Grandma, then I’ll go upstairs to watch TV.”

Wang Lan: ???

Zhao Yixin nodded: “Be good. There’s still watermelon in the fridge, take it all upstairs.”

“Alright!” Chen Zao chuckled and took the watermelon upstairs right in front of Wang Lan and Chen Xin.

…

On the second floor, there was a master bedroom and two guest rooms. Chen Zao’s room was directly opposite his grandmother’s, and Grandma Chen had already asked Nanny Liu to clean it up.

Chen Zao opened the door, sunlight streaming in from the yard, brightening the space in an instant.

Having just talked back to Wang Lan, Chen Zao was in a great mood. He threw himself onto the bed, rolled around, sat up, turned on the TV, and hugged the chilled watermelon while watching a soap opera.

After watching for a while, he suddenly thought of something, took a photo, and sent it to Qin Er.

Wanwan: [Big Brother, I’m eating watermelon! What about you? Have you eaten lunch yet?]

Qin Er seemed to be busy and hadn’t replied yet, so Chen Zao continued eating his watermelon.

When it was lunchtime, Grandma called out to him from the yard. Chen Zao ran to the balcony, answered, and went thumping downstairs.

Just as he reached the stair landing, his phone chimed. Chen Zao opened the message.

QE: [Stomach doesn’t hurt anymore?]

Chen Zao was a bit baffled, then suddenly slapped his forehead—he was eating chilled watermelon!

The ice crystals were still on the watermelon! Qin Er caught him red-handed!

Chen Zao bit his lip and simply decided to play dead without answering.

He walked into the living room, where seven or eight delicious dishes were laid out on the dining table. After thinking for a moment, Chen Zao took a photo of the table and sent it over.

Wanwan: [Big Brother, I listened to you and ate properly~ (Cat twirling)]

Not long after sending this, his phone beeped.

QE: [Answer me.]