Friday evening.
After work, Xia Xingchen went straight to Xia Dabai's classroom door to wait for him to finish school. The weather was getting colder and colder, and soon, the children would have winter vacation.
"Dabao!"
As soon as the bell rang, Xia Dabai rushed out of the classroom, carrying his schoolbag on his back as if he was carrying a bomb.
Seeing her son, Xia Xingchen felt much better and naturally picked up his schoolbag.
"Mrs. Xia." Xia Dabai's teacher came over. When Xia Xingchen heard that name, she knew that the teacher had misunderstood, but she didn't expose her. However, Xia Dabai couldn't hold back his anger, and raised his little head and said, "Teacher Yang, our Dabao is not Mrs. Xia, but Mrs. Bai!"
Xia Xingchen was embarrassed and patted Xia Dabai on the back of his head, "That's all nonsense."
"I'm telling the truth. Isn't dad's last name Bai?"
Her last name is Bai, but she can’t be called Mrs. Bai!
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Bai." The teacher immediately changed her tone and said, "It's like this. On Sunday, our school has a parent-child activity, and both parents are required to be present. So, please be sure to notify Xia's father to come as well."
Xia Dabai's father
Xia Xingchen was in a great trouble. If he attended, not only the school, but the whole country would be in chaos. The president suddenly had an illegitimate child, which was another topic. Xia Xingchen thought it was impossible just by thinking about it.
“What kind of activities are there in parent-child activities?”
"It's just playing games, and then there's a concert. It's all performances by the children, so it's better for the parents to be there."
Xia Xingchen looked down at Xia Dabai. Xia Dabai murmured, "My dad is usually very busy..."
Although he said that, his tone was still full of disappointment. Xia Xingchen felt sorry for him.
To be honest, when she first let the child live with his father, she secretly hoped that the child would not be so dependent on him and miss him, and she was afraid that they would get too close. However, her mentality has already changed unconsciously.
In her heart, she also hoped that he could interact more with the child and spend more time with the child. However, his identity...
"I'll talk to him. What time on Sunday?"
"It starts at 9 a.m."
"Okay." Xia Xingchen nodded, "Thank you, teacher."
She walked out of the school hand in hand with Xia Dabai. Wu Qiong was already waiting at the school gate. When he saw them coming out, he opened the car door and waited there.
As soon as he got in the car, Xia Dabai muttered, "Dabao, do you think we should ask Dad to come?"
"..." She said nothing. In fact, it was not a question of whether or not to notify him, but rather, even if she notified him, he would still not be able to come.
"Forget it, Xiaobai is so busy, you can just go with me." Xia Dabai said again, and then, he did not forget to comfort himself and added: "Anyway, there are many people in our school who are like me, whose fathers are too busy to come."
Xia Dabai was telling the truth. This school was the best aristocratic school in the country. The children who studied here were either from wealthy families or the descendants of high-ranking officials. Those people had a lot of things to do, and the children were usually ignored by them.
"No matter what, let's ask tonight." Xia Xingchen touched the child's head.
The key is that the child's identity cannot be exposed. If the media reports it, Xia Dabai will be in danger all the time. Xia Xingchen naturally doesn't want to live in fear every day.
When they got home in the evening, after dinner, Xia Dabai lay on the bed, swinging his two little legs and reading.
"Dabai, I've told you many times that you are not allowed to read like this. It will damage your eyes." Xia Xingchen brought in some fruit, reminded him, and patted the small desk in the corner, "Come over here and do your homework."
Xia Dabai said "Oh", and sat back on the desk with his book in his hands. He picked up a small grape and ate it with relish.
Xia Xingchen was preoccupied, so she ignored him and opened the door to go out. Standing in the hall, she took out her cell phone and hesitated for a long time before dialing the familiar number that she hadn't dialed for a long time.
Last time he warned me to keep my distance from him, and now I’m going to call him again, I wonder what he will think…
It rang for a long time before the call was connected.
"..." He remained silent and did not speak. On the other end of the phone, she could only hear the man's heavy breathing. On such a night, she felt inexplicably distressed when she heard it.
It seemed that because he hadn't heard her voice for a long time, he was a little impatient and asked, "What's the matter?"
She came back to her senses, "Yeah. I wanted to ask you if you have time on Sunday..."
Bai Yeqing was silent for a moment, then he said faintly: "Xia Xingchen, are you asking me out?"
“…” Embarrassing. The President is quite narcissistic when he becomes narcissistic.
Moreover, he really misunderstood.
Xia Xingchen quickly explained: "Dabai will have winter vacation soon, and the school is holding a parent-child activity, requiring parents to participate. So... I just want to ask if you have time."
Bai Yeqing didn't respond to her.
Xia Xingchen waited for a while, but didn't hear any sound. He sighed, "If you can't attend, Dabai will understand you. I know you can't do it for his safety. I will explain it to him."
As soon as she finished her words, the other party hung up the phone. Before she could figure out what was going on, the door connecting the two houses was suddenly opened. When her mother lived here, Xia Xingchen never closed this door. However, after her mother left, the extra space over there made her feel empty and lonely. So she closed the door. At this moment, she was stunned.
The man who was just talking to her on the phone was now standing in front of her.
She stood there stupidly, holding the phone, staring at him in a daze, as if in a dream.
After a while, when the other person came closer, she finally managed to squeeze out her voice, "Why... are you here?"
He only gave her two words lightly, "My home."
That's right. Xia Xingchen felt that he had asked a very stupid question. The place next door was his, so he could come whenever he wanted.
"You just mentioned the parent-child activity, what time is it?" he asked in a deep voice. Standing there, with an upright figure, the light projected from his head enveloped them tightly.
At such a close distance, Xia Xingchen could almost smell the scent of him just after taking a shower, and her mind was shaking violently. When did he come? Why was he here tonight? He clearly told her to keep a distance from him, so now... what was the point of him showing up here