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"Of course. Just look at the genes Mom and Dad gave us."

Gu Yanqing: "..."

Xu Han nearly laughed herself sick. For someone in Gu Yanqing's position, probably very few people dared talk back to him so brazenly.

Fortunately, Xu Han was fairly considerate and politely invited him, "President Gu, eat first. It won't taste as good once it gets cold."

Gu Yanqing washed his hands and sat down at their dining table.

The plate Xu Han had prepared for him, probably because it was for a guest, looked even better than the one she had been holding earlier. The rice noodle rolls had been rolled up and cut into sections, neatly arranged on a white plate and glistening with sauce.

He picked up his chopsticks, took a bite, and after chewing twice, discovered to his surprise that it was even more delicious than he had imagined.

Rice noodle rolls made from stone-ground rice batter were more springy. Dipped generously in sauce, they were chewy, flavorful, soft, moist, and silky. Tiny shrimp had been added to the sauce for freshness, and occasionally biting into one only made the flavor more fragrant the longer he chewed.

Most impressive of all, the rice noodle rolls contained not only minced meat and egg, but also lettuce. Gu Yanqing was not particularly fond of lettuce; he felt it had a somewhat strange taste.

Yet this lettuce overturned everything his taste buds knew about it. It was crisp and refreshing when bitten into, carrying the distinctive sweetness of vegetables. Paired with the rice noodle rolls, it was like adding the finishing touch to a painted dragon—it fit perfectly.

He had never expected Qiao Wanqing to be such a good cook. Gu Yanqing was very surprised.

When he had first seen her, he had assumed she was the kind of woman who had never touched housework. Looks really could be deceiving.

Gu Yanqing ate with gentlemanly elegance. His movements were unhurried, and every gesture carried the natural propriety of someone born into privilege. Even eating a bite of rice noodle roll was pleasing to the eye.

It was precisely because he had been raised by someone like this that the male lead was so outstanding. The male lead in the book was especially swoon-worthy, having inherited all of his strengths.

Besides that, the male lead also had that uniquely rich second-generation roguishness—cold and gentlemanly before outsiders, yet a little lecherous before the female lead, teasing her with dirty jokes until she could not close her legs.

When Xu Han read the book, she especially loved watching the interactions between the male and female leads. Every time, it made her girlish heart burst, leaving her with an indulgent auntie smile.

As Xu Han let her imagination run wild over scenes from the book, she openly watched his reaction. Seeing him take the first bite, she asked, "Don't you think the lettuce tastes especially good?"

Gu Yanqing felt somewhat uncomfortable under her gaze, but he still nodded. "Mm, it's delicious."

Xu Han smiled. He would never guess that this was the result of being cultivated with his son's urine.

At that moment, Koukou, who had been sleeping in the crib, slowly woke up. He used to cry whenever he woke up, but now that he was a little older, he no longer did. He would play by himself in the crib for a while, and only start crying if no one came to pick him up by the time he reached his limit.

And when he cried, it was usually all thunder and no rain. His little voice could shake the heavens, yet not a single tear fell.

Xu Han picked him up. Three-month-old Koukou could recognize his mother a little now. When he saw her holding him, his little mouth split into a broad smile, and he eagerly held out his tiny hands.

He could raise his hands now. Whenever he did, Xu Han would hold them, and he seemed to know it and liked it very much. His first reaction whenever he saw Xu Han was to raise his little hands.

Xu Han took his little hands and shook them. The little fellow immediately giggled.

Gu Yanqing saw this

warm

scene, and a strange feeling rose in his heart. He could not describe what it was. Just then, he heard Xu Han say, "Eat slowly. I'm going to feed him."

With that, Xu Han carried Koukou into the room.

After feeding Koukou until he was full, Xu Han changed his diaper. By the time she came back out, Gu Yanqing had finished eating and was sitting in the living room, playing on his phone.

When he saw Koukou, his gaze paused briefly. But he merely reached out to tease him and did not ask to hold him.

Xu Han already understood how he felt about the child. She had Grandma Qiao push the overexcited, full-bellied Koukou out for a walk in his stroller, while she sat down beside Gu Yanqing.

"Last time, Wang Xiao spoke carelessly and offended Miss Qiao. I apologize," Gu Yanqing began, getting to the point.

Xu Han had not expected him to actually admit fault. It was rather rare. She had thought rich young masters like them would consider her ungrateful.

This Gu Yanqing was clearly much more gentlemanly and polite than Wang Xiao.

Xu Han had long since stopped being angry. "It's fine."

"You are an unmarried woman raising a child. It must be inconvenient in many ways. Are you sure you do not want him to return to the Gu family with me?" Gu Yanqing asked first.

"Thank you for your concern, but there's no need."

Seeing that she had made up her mind, Gu Yanqing did not continue discussing the matter. Instead, he said, "In that case, I won't force you. But if you ever change your mind, you may contact me at any time. This is my number."

As he spoke, Gu Yanqing slid a business card toward her.

Xu Han looked at the business card and found it a little ironic.

The original owner of this body had practically thrown away all her pride to hook up with Gu Yanqing, yet aside from spending one night with him, she had gained nothing.

If she had had Gu Yanqing's number, perhaps during the time he had gone to another province to develop his career, she could have contacted him by phone. Even if she could not achieve her supposed goal of using the child to rise in status—

Judging by Gu Yanqing's manners, at the very least, he would have acknowledged Gu Siqiao and given her compensation.

Gu Siqiao would not have suffered the tragedy that came later.

But a novel was still a novel. If there had been even one "what if," the author's plot could not have continued.

Yet after transmigrating into this world, she had accidentally obtained his contact information and had even made him come to her door twice to negotiate...

Seeing her stare blankly at the business card, Gu Yanqing had no idea what she was thinking and no interest in guessing. He continued, "As for the child, as his father, I will transfer a sum of money to this card every month. The password is 123456."

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