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Chapter 52: No Way to Divide Oneself

Chapter 52: Chapter 52: No Way to Divide Oneself

Qiao Rui was stunned for a moment, she had forgotten about this.

Little Xingxing crying for his mother was truly heartbreaking.

Qiao Rui thought of herself back in the day, utterly helpless after losing her parents.

Children cry when they feel insecure, and Huo Sinan, being a grown man, wasn’t exactly a qualified father.

After a moment of thought, she said, "You first calm down on Huo Sinan’s side, I’ll come to find you right away."

"No way! You’re really planning to go see Huo Sinan’s son?" Song Muyu wouldn’t have made the call if she had known Qiao Rui could be influenced by a child like this.

Qiao Rui said, "I’ll go see the child, he must be feeling very helpless right now."

"But Ruirui, you’re not Little Xingxing’s mother," Song Muyu was still a bit worried. "And Huo Sinan is a very complex man, what if...."

"I know, I have a sense of proportion," Qiao Rui said. "Tell Huo Sinan I’m coming to find him, right at the entrance of his villa where we met last time, I’ll be there in half an hour."

"Alright!" Song Muyu said. "I’ll come with you."

Hearing her say this, Qiao Rui also laughed. "Muyu, you’re so kind!"

"Get lost, if you want to be the Virgin Mary, I can only be the virgin’s maid," Song Muyu retorted.

"Ha-ha, okay, little maid, see you soon!"

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Jinfeng picked up the gist of the conversation, and he sighed, "Ruirui, don’t provoke Pei Liyan and then get involved with Huo Sinan right after; both of them are tough nuts, the two biggest mountains in Qingcheng!"

Qiao Rui chuckled. "You and Muyu are both overreacting."

"Better safe than sorry."

"You’re right, I agree, and I will be." She took a sip of her coffee, stood up, and shook her laptop bag in hand. "Make sure my order is also charged to my account."

"Cursing me, are you?" Jiang Jinfeng said.

Qiao Rui shrugged. "Clear accounts make for good brothers, you know my rules. Otherwise, I’ll never let you help me again."

"I’m really impressed with you," Jiang Jinfeng looked at her speechlessly, "I got it, you’d better hurry, being a stepmother is tough!"

"Where did that idea come from?" Qiao Rui said, "I have no intention of becoming someone’s stepmother."

"That’s for the best," Jiang Jinfeng said as he also got up to settle the bill.

Ten minutes later, Qiao Rui got into Song Muyu’s car, placing her laptop bag inside, and together they drove to Huo Sinan’s home.

When they arrived, it was exactly twenty minutes later.

Huo Sinan and Little Xingxing were already waiting at the entrance.

Huo Sinan’s tall figure stood beside the door with hands on hips, looking somewhat speechless as he watched his son pacing back and forth, appearing somewhat at a loss.

It seemed as though the man was saying something to the child, who was shaking his head like a bobblehead, not taking in a word.

From afar, inside the car, Qiao Rui saw Little Xingxing’s stubbornness and thought the child was quite cute – similar to how she was as a child, sticking to her guns once she had made up her mind.

Qiao Rui could see a reflection of her own lonely past in this child and couldn’t bear to let him be sad.

When the car stopped, Qiao Rui opened the door and called out, "Little Xingxing."

The child’s big eyes immediately brightened with excitement, and he trotted over to Qiao Rui, shouting as he came, "Mommy, Mommy, you really came, Daddy didn’t lie to me."

Qiao Rui squatted down and caught Little Xingxing in her arms.

Huo Sinan hadn’t expected her to actually come, and seeing her pretty appearance and enchanting figure without any airs,

but the phone number she had given was Song Muyu’s. Aside from that, everything else about this girl was good.

Huo Sinan sighed inwardly, his gaze landing on Qiao Rui.

"Mommy, Mommy!" Little Xingxing clung to Qiao Rui, his voice full of grievance. "You promised to go home with me yesterday, how come Little Xingxing woke up and Mommy was gone?"

Qiao Rui was taken aback, feeling apologetic. "You fell asleep yesterday, I saw you were asleep, so I went home."

"Mommy, can you not leave today?" Little Xingxing’s big eyes looked at Qiao Rui, filled with longing.

Seeing the child like this, Qiao Rui sighed inwardly. She looked up at Huo Sinan with a rare look of disdain in her eyes.

Such a good child, unable to give him motherly love, what a failure.

What was that expression?

Huo Sinan was baffled for a moment.

He watched speechlessly as Qiao Rui glanced at him, and feeling equally speechless, he turned to look at Song Muyu.

Song Muyu rolled her eyes directly at him. "Mr. Huo, if I may say so, better call the child’s mother here, it’s not okay for the child to be this way all the time."

"If I could find her, would I need you to tell me?" Huo Sinan felt like rolling his eyes too.

Song Muyu was shocked. "You don’t know who the mother of your child is?"

Huo Sinan wanted to object, but the words didn’t come out.

Song Muyu whispered in a lower voice, "You’re telling me you don’t know who the mother is? Then how can you be sure the child is yours?"

Huo Sinan murmured, "I can do a DNA test."

"So you’re saying someone left you a child, claiming it’s yours, and upon testing, you found out it really was?" Song Muyu’s imagination ran wild.

Huo Sinan stayed silent.

"No way?" Song Muyu was astonished. "Did I guess right?"

Huo Sinan nodded. "That’s right."

"Then don’t you have a clue who you’ve slept with?" Song Muyu felt that, even in such a situation, one could figure out who the child’s mother was.

"I can’t remember," Huo Sinan said curtly.

"You really are a casanova, not even remembering how many women you’ve been with," Song Muyu looked at Huo Sinan with contempt.

Disdained, Huo Sinan was once again lost for words. "Miss Song, perhaps it’s best we don’t discuss this."

"You think I enjoy discussing this?" Song Muyu huffed. "I’m not at all interested in your messy love life."

Huo Sinan tugged at his lips, his handsome face revealing little emotion. "Anyway, thank you for telling Rui about it and helping me out of a tight spot."

"But this isn’t the way to solve the problem," Song Muyu said gravely, somewhat concerned. After all, Qiao Rui was now Pei Liyan’s wife, she didn’t have so much energy to spare to be Little Xingxing’s mother.

She worried for Qiao Rui’s ability to cope.

"Indeed, I’ll find a solution," Huo Sinan said.

"I see if you could find a solution, you wouldn’t have called several times today asking for my help with Rui," Song Muyu was direct, making Huo Sinan incredibly uncomfortable.

"Just give me a little more time, I will find a way," Huo Sinan said, "For now, I still need to trouble Miss Rui."

"Hopefully, you do find a good solution," Song Muyu truly hoped.

"Let’s not chat at the doorway, Miss Rui, Miss Song, please come in!" Huo Sinan was very gentlemanly.

Qiao Rui picked up Little Xingxing, and together with Song Muyu, they entered the house.