Chapter 22: Even Pretending is Him Taking Advantage of You
“But he takes after his dog father in having a good brain,” Uncle Guo defended his biological son’s dignity at the right moment.
On this point, Shou Jiaxun had to admit: “That… is true.”
Uncle Guo pondered for a moment to organize his words, then continued reminiscing, “I couldn’t believe he would like me back then, but he soon changed the status on all his social accounts to ‘In a Relationship.’
He set his avatar to a photo of us holding hands.
He even came home with me to meet my parents, and took me home to meet his.
So we started living together less than two months into dating. Everything happened in a very short time. I got accidentally pregnant before even finishing my freshman year.
He told me not to worry, said that once the child was born, he would hand it to his parents to raise, and as soon as I graduated, we would get married.”
Shou Jiaxun couldn’t help interrupting, “He had a change of heart later? So Uncle, you were the original partner who got cheated on, right?”
“No, he didn’t have a change of heart.” Uncle Guo sighed deeply. “When I was five months pregnant, a classmate I was close with went to a wedding expo for a part-time job and accidentally saw him and a male Beta browsing the exhibition and booking wedding outfits, preparing for a wedding.
That Beta was also a student at our school, two years our senior. Good grades, extremely handsome, had been on televised brain competition shows, quite famous in school.”
Uncle Guo paused here for a few seconds. “I felt it made more sense for Yan Xin to like him than to like me.
So I secretly went to find that Beta senior.
I said I was pregnant with Professor Yan’s child, the months were getting along… I was very humble that day. I asked him if he really wanted to marry Professor Yan.
I said I was going to get an abortion now, induce labor, and I was quite scared.
I hoped to see his disappointment, anger, even disgust and hatred.
I thought with his excellent conditions, he wouldn’t want a husband who secretly had a child with an Alpha outside.
However, he was incredibly calm. He said he and Professor Yan had been together for six years. He didn’t force the marriage; it was Professor Yan who proposed.
But he advised me to keep the child, saying the child was innocent after all, and perhaps seeing the child, Professor Yan would choose me.
Besides, even if fate was a bit lacking in the end, at least we had loved each other, and leaving a crystallization of love was also very beautiful.
I was confused by his words at the time. I went home in a daze and lay there for two days before I figured it out.
Oh! It turned out it was because they couldn’t have children. They needed me to contribute a belly to add color to their marriage.”
Hearing this, Shou Jiaxun gave a pertinent evaluation at the right time: “F*ck, dog couple.”
“Exactly,” Uncle Guo concurred. “So I’ve never been willing to hand Guo Duoyu over to them.
Even though Duoyu is a burden to me, truly superfluous (duoyu), and has to suffer with me if he stays.
And although his dog father is a ‘dog,’ he is both learned and rich, able to give him a better living environment.
Actually, keeping Guo Duoyu is me dragging him down.
I’m also quite selfish, right?”
Shou Jiaxun wanted to say a second ago, “No way, too cowardly, we have to vent this anger back.”
The next second, he was suddenly asked by the single dad to agree with his untrue viewpoint.
President Shou was angry at his lack of fight, but couldn’t bear to call him stupid directly. In the end, he kicked his legs hard in anger, as if about to pass away on the spot.
Uncle Guo asked, “What’s wrong? Mosquito bit you? Want me to bring the fan over?”
Shou Jiaxun rolled his eyes hard at the pitch-black ceiling, but tried to keep his tone calm: “If Guo Duoyu dares to recognize that dog father named Yan someday, I’ll hire Liang Bo to break his dog legs.”
“Hire him with durians?”
“Yeah!”
Uncle Guo chuckled quietly, finding the kid beside him increasingly cute.
At daybreak the next day, Shou Jiaxun had an utterly absurd daydream.
In the dream, he turned back into the mature, steady, handsome, and wealthy thirty-six-year-old President Shou from his past life.
Uncle Guo was a woman with a hot, curvy figure.
President Shou took out a big diamond ring, knelt on one knee, and confessed sincerely, “Guo Ran, I love you, marry me. I will treat Duoyu like my own son. We can change his name to ‘Bu Duoyu’ (Not Superfluous).”
At this moment, Guo Duoyu strode towards them, beaming as he spoke, “Dad, I accept your proposal on behalf of my mom.”
President Shou grinned from ear to ear. “Hey, good son.”
(((o(ﾟ▽ﾟ)o)))
“…Dad, is he taking advantage of me again?”
“He’s sleeping.”
“Who is he calling ‘son’?”
“He’s dreaming, how would I know?”
The camp bed President Shou was lying on suddenly shook violently left and right. Guo Duoyu questioned loudly before he even opened his eyes, “Hey! Who’s your son?”
Shou Jiaxun groggily grabbed the edge of the folding bed with both hands and feet. “Hey, you unfilial son…”
Before he finished speaking, he got a slap on the belly.
President Shou opened his eyes, propped up his head, and looked towards the main door. He saw the iron shutter was half open, brilliant sunlight streaming into a patch of the shop.
He straightened up. “Is it Saturday already so soon?”
Guo Duoyu frowned and nodded, tilting his butt to sit on the small bed where his dad slept. “I made appointments with a few agents to come help you look at apartments today.”
The fruit shop was opening soon, and Shou Jiaxun and Uncle Guo couldn’t live in the shop forever; their original rental was too far, so they planned to rent a new place nearby to settle down.
However, Shou Jiaxun and Uncle Guo were busy stocking and selling every day and had no time to look at apartments, so they handed the heavy responsibility of finding a new home to the smart and capable eldest son, Guo Duoyu.
Shou Jiaxun rubbed his cheeks. “Mmhmm, you’re about to go on break too, rent a two-bedroom.”
Guo Duoyu raised his eyebrows. “My dad said rent a three-bedroom. Who should I listen to? …Is your business particularly good recently? He’s actually willing to rent a three-bedroom.”
“Whatever works, listen to your dad.” Shou Jiaxun nodded. “It’s good, it’ll be better later. Just wait to be the ‘Fruit Prince’.”
Guo Duoyu grinned foolishly. “I bought breakfast on the way, get up and eat.”
Shou Jiaxun continued to nod, like a chicken pecking rice. “Mmhmm, good boy.”
Guo Duoyu clicked his tongue, reaching out to slap his head. “Can’t chew a fart when you catch one. If you want to be a dad, go have one yourself. Don’t always tease me. Annoying.”
Shou Jiaxun looked up blankly. “What did I say?”
Uncle Guo, who was gnawing on a pancake at the water station, chimed in, “Little President Shou, ignore him. Brush your teeth and come eat quickly, we have to go stock up later.”
“Ay, okay.” Shou Jiaxun answered, got out of bed, trotted to the toilet, peed, brushed his teeth, and washed his face all in one go to freshen up. He came out and headed straight for Uncle Guo, but stopped halfway to ask Guo Duoyu, “Are you free tonight? Can you stay here for a night?”
Guo Duoyu also walked over. “Sure, what for?”
“I told someone I have a husband. You show your face tonight, count it as being a ‘witness’ for me.”
After Shou Jiaxun spoke, Uncle Guo and Guo Duoyu widened their eyes in unison. One said, “Such a good thing!”
The other asked, “Someone chasing you again?”
Shou Jiaxun raised his eyebrows at Uncle Guo. “Just putting on a show, what good thing?”
Uncle Guo chuckled. “Even putting on a show is him taking advantage.”
Guo Duoyu persisted, “Who’s chasing you?”
Shou Jiaxun shook his head. “Don’t know.”
“Don’t know…” Guo Duoyu was incredulous. “You don’t know but you know someone wants to chase you? You even told them you have a husband. You really have thick skin.”
Uncle Guo suddenly laughed out loud, asking Shou Jiaxun, “Is it those guys who came to eat durian yesterday?”
Shou Jiaxun nodded vaguely while biting the pancake. “Mmhmm.”
Uncle Guo laughed louder, glancing teasingly at his dark eldest son. “Add oil (good luck), perform well. Haha!”
Then he asked Shou Jiaxun, “They are taller and whiter than him. Seeing him, will they think you have bad eyesight?”
Shou Jiaxun disapproved. “Whatever, just consider I have shit in my eyes. I’m happy with it.”
Guo Duoyu was tongue-tied, his lips moving several times, finally drooping his head tactfully and abandoning his dignity: “Understood, I will be a qualified piece of eye shit.”
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