Xu Shiyan's POV:
What was the main reason I wanted a divorce? I still could not figure it out. Even though I am straight, Li Wenhao is undeniably handsome, so why would I ask for a divorce?
I collected the divorce papers and a pen from him.
Just as my pen was about to touch the paper—
"Wait."
I stopped and looked up in surprise. What was this all about?
"If you really want to sign the papers, I want you to meet someone first."
Right after he said that, the door was pushed open.
A man in a suit entered. But judging by his appearance, I knew he was not from the elite. I thought he was the person Wenhao was referring to—until I saw small feet following behind him.
And that was not even the shocking part. The owner of those small feet suddenly ran towards me.
"Dad!"
"Ugh—" I gasped, shocked and confused. Why did this child look like me?
The boy reached my table, then looked down at his feet, digging them nervously into the floor. He called out again, softer this time:
"Dad…"
I turned to Li Wenhao, alarmed. "Who is he?" I asked, pointing to the child.
"He is yours," Li Wenhao replied nonchalantly, as if I were ridiculous for even asking.
"He is mine?" I repeated, pointing at myself. Then something clicked in my head. My voice came out hoarse with guilt. "Did I… cheat on you?"
I think the child noticed the change in my expression.
"D-Dada d-doesn't wuv me…" the little boy whimpered, fat tears spilling down his flushed cheeks.
He clutched his tiny fists to his chest, hiccupping between each word.
"Th-That's why… hic… h-he d-doesn't wanna see me…"
His voice cracked like a broken toy, soft and shaky, barely above a whisper.
Each hiccup shook his small body as his sobs turned into gasping breaths. His chest rose and fell quickly.
His lips trembled as he choked out another wail,
"I-I be good… I pwomise…"
His tears pulled a string in my heart. I could not deny it—the resemblance was too strong. This child was undoubtedly related to me by blood.
Then, just like that, he turned and ran to Li Wenhao, jumping into his arms. I watched, tense, hoping Wenhao would not fling the child away—especially if I had cheated on him.
"Li Wenhao…" I started to speak, ready to plead with him not to take out his anger on the boy—
Instead,
"Papa, ca-wy me."
The child stretched his arms up, and to my shock, Li Wenhao picked him up without hesitation.
The child rested against his chest and continued, his voice muffled now.
"Papa… Dada does not want us."
"He wants us," Li Wenhao replied, patting his back gently to calm him down.
"You…" I stared, completely lost. "Who is the mother of the child?"
"I am the mother of the child," Li Wenhao said, dropping a bomb I never expected—just like that.
My hand hit the glass cup on the table out of shock, but I was too stunned to care.
"How could you be the mother of the child? You are a man!"
"Yeah, I have a special case. I was born with a womb," he said.
I could not help but scan him from head to toe, my gaze eventually landing on his chest, where the child rested. I quickly looked away, embarrassed by the intrusive thought that crossed my mind. My face turned red at the perverted idea.
"So, is this my first time seeing the child?" I asked, curious.
"Yes. It was just a few months before you got hospitalized that I found out about the pregnancy," he explained.
"What is his name?"
"Xiao Bao."
"That means little treasure." I smiled. I liked the name.
"Yes, he is my little treasure," Li Wenhao said, his eyes fixed on Xiao Bao. I could not deny the warmth I saw in his gaze—the same look of maternal love my mother used to give me. But now, she no longer does, not since I told her I was not interested in inheriting the property.
"So, how does he know me?" I asked. Since I had never seen the child before, how did he recognize me as his father? The look he gave me when he entered was one of familiarity.
"Oh, Xiao Bao has always been a smart, curious child. I showed him your picture once when he asked. Who would have thought he would remember," he said. Though he was speaking to me, his eyes never left the child.
I felt a little sour, but I quickly brushed it off. Maybe it was just because I missed my mother's care—nothing more.
Xiao Bao finally climbed down from Li Wenhao's chest. My eyes followed him, curious to see what he was up to.
"Papa, I wanna shee down," he said, pointing at the chair beside Li Wenhao. If not for his short legs, I could have sworn he would have sat down by himself.
He was smart for his age. Maybe he inherited my IQ. I smirked proudly at the thought.
Once Xiao Bao was settled on the chair, he placed his tiny hand on the table and looked at me.
"Dada, awe you gonna stay wif me and papa?" he asked, his big eyes blinking up at me with innocent curiosity.
I did not know what to say. My gaze shifted to Li Wenhao. Was I really going to sign the divorce papers and cut ties with my own son? My blood flowed in Xiao Bao's veins, whether I remembered the past or not. But I still could not ignore the fact that there must have been a reason I wanted a divorce in the first place.
I was torn.
Xiao Bao's eyes became a little teary, and my brain could not handle that much emotion all at once. Suddenly, a sharp pain pierced through my head.
"Ahh," I groaned, clutching my forehead.
Li Wenhao immediately rushed to my side and held me. "Is there anything wrong?" he asked, a hint of worry in his voice.
"Nothing," I replied, gently pushing his hand away.
Taking a deep breath, I looked at him and said, "Let's not get divorced."