After returning home with the child, her ex-husband knelt down and gently coaxed her.

The little guy was pointing to a small cake shaped like a motorcycle, mainly orange in color. The motorcycle and the racer riding it were made very lifelike, definitely worth the price.

Xiao Anxian nodded, and the shop assistant quickly brought over the cake.

The cake was placed in front of the little guy, and his eyes sparkled with delight; it was clear he really liked it.

It was quite surprising to him that a three-year-old child was so interested in motorcycles.

"You have good taste."

Lu Xiyan pointed to the racer on the motorcycle cake and asked, "Do you know him?"

Xiao Anxian's eyes were filled with admiration. "Number 93, Marquis!"

This answer surprised Lu Xiyan. He smiled and asked, "You even know this? That's quite impressive."

Upon receiving the praise, the little one smiled sweetly and asked, "Uncle, do you know him too?"

"Yes." Lu Xiyan nodded. "I've heard of it."

Marquez, a man who pushed cornering to its limits, a prodigy in the racing world, born for motorcycles.

His extreme cornering is not only a visual feast and a surge of testosterone, but also an expression of his extreme love for the sport.

Back when Lu Xiyan was passionate about racing, he watched countless videos of Marquez's races, the most famous of which was Marquez's extremely imposing cornering and head-back kill.

The oppressive feeling of "What can you do to me?" can ignite the entire venue.

Back then, Lu Xiyan participated in the competition and, in order to win the championship and prize money, used Marquez's reckless extreme cornering to crush everyone else.

That year, he was young and carefree, with his favorite motorcycle and the woman he loved most by his side.

He held her in his arms, snuggling against her affectionately, and asked her to sit with him on the sofa to watch Marquez's game.

She would always frown slightly and say it was too dangerous.

He pulled her onto his lap, holding her waist tightly and refusing to let her move. When they saw thrilling or exciting stunts, she would bury her head in his chest and couldn't help but remind him, "You're not allowed to do that when you're riding your bike. I'll be angry if I find out."

He was particularly susceptible to her soft, whiny "threats," and chuckled as he kissed her lips.

He ended his little prank with a long, lingering kiss.

"uncle?"

Little Anxian tilted her head, her big eyes blinking, and asked, "Can you ride a bike?"

Pulled back to reality by the childish question, that irretrievable memory vanished from my mind.

His left hand unconsciously clenched for a moment, and the desolation in Lu Xiyan's eyes vanished in an instant. He smiled gently and said, "No."

Lu Xiyan, who could ride a bicycle, died in a car accident four years ago.

The little one carefully arranged the cake in front of him, examining every detail, but did not start eating it.

"You're reluctant to eat it?" Lu Xiyan found his little actions amusing. "There's more after we finish eating, they can make more."

The little boy shook his head seriously, pushed the cake in front of Lu Xiyan, and said, "Uncle, I don't want to eat the cake, I just want to look at it. You can have it."

"have a look?"

Lu Xiyan found it amusing that someone had stood outside the store for so long just to see this No. 93 motorcycle cake.

Xiao Anxian nodded. He had heard his mother say that his father's favorite motorcycle was number 93, Marquez, so he wanted to see what his father's favorite motorcycle and racer looked like.

I'm satisfied just to see him now.

This cake is expensive; I shouldn't have let my uncle buy it for him.

"Since we've already seen it, let's eat it."

Lu Xiyan pushed the cake back, saying, "Consider it a favor to me; it would be a waste not to eat it."

Xiao Anxian hesitated as she looked at the cake that had been pushed in front of her again.

My mother always said that I shouldn't accept things from other people, especially valuable ones.

But Mom also said that we shouldn't waste things, that wasting is wrong.

The uncle across from him smiled beautifully again, nodded his chin at him gently, and said, "Eat."

Little Anxian swallowed hard and said sweetly, "Thank you, Uncle!"

Then he picked up a fork, scooped up a mouthful, turned around, and held it out to Lu Xiyan.

"Uncle, you can have the first bite."

Lu Xiyan didn't like these things, but at this moment he couldn't refuse the child's sincerity.

He leaned slightly forward and licked a mouthful of cream.

The cream, which I usually thought was just average, turned out to be quite delicious today.

He laughed and said, "Not bad."

After giving him the first bite, the little guy scooped up some cream and put it in his own mouth.

Watching him eat the cake bite by bite, Lu Xiyan stared at his fair little face and, as if possessed, asked, "Little devil, why did your parents separate?"

He regretted asking the question as soon as it left his mouth.

I actually asked a three-year-old child why his parents got divorced.

"I have no idea."

The child's bright eyes suddenly dimmed. "I've never seen my dad."

Lu Xiyan's breath hitched, then he chuckled and said, "Little brat, children shouldn't lie."

The man surnamed Xu came over at the beginning of the month to celebrate his mother's birthday, and the three of them even bought a cake.

If he hadn't seen and heard it with his own eyes and ears, he almost would have believed it.

"I didn't lie."

Xiao Anxian seemed afraid that Lu Xiyan wouldn't believe him, so he raised his eyes with sincerity, "I really have never met my father. I've only ever had my mother since I was born..."

Lu Xiyan's eyes darkened, and his relaxed demeanor suddenly stiffened slightly. "You've never met your father? Then who is Xu Zhijun?"

"Uncle Xu?" Little Anxian seemed a little surprised. "Uncle, do you know Uncle Xu too?"

"Uncle Xu?" This title made Lu Xiyan frown slightly. "Isn't he your father?"

He is not my father.

Xiao Anxian's clear eyes were spotless. "He is a very, very good uncle."

"That--"

Lu Xiyan paused before asking the question. He couldn't very well say that he had heard him call Xu Zhijun "Dad," could he?

"Have you ever called him 'Dad'?" he asked in a different way.

"I have called him that." The little guy admitted without hesitation, "From childhood to adulthood, whenever other children laughed at me for not having a father, Uncle Xu would act as my father."

Upon hearing this, Lu Xiyan's breath hitched, and something inside him seemed to be quietly exploding within him.

"But..." Xiao Anxian looked somewhat guilty, "Mom said that Uncle Xu can no longer act as my father, because Uncle Xu will get married and have his own children..."

The little guy was about to cry, but Lu Xiyan laughed.

"So Hsu Chih-Chun isn't your father?" he asked with a smile. "Isn't he your mother's ex-husband?"

Xiao Anxian couldn't understand what "ex-husband" meant; he could only understand the first part of the sentence.

"What do you mean by 'ex-husband,' uncle?"

The questions were full of curiosity.

How should we interpret the phrase "Lu Xiyan had a meal"?

A man who has been married to and divorced from his mother is called an ex-husband.

Or is he his mother's ex-husband?

The moment those words came out, he froze in shock.

He likes motorcycles, and is the number 93 racer, Marquez...

He suddenly looked up, scrutinizing the child's features, and an unbelievable thought popped into his mind.

I can't believe it, yet I have to guess.

Almost the instant the thought popped into his head, Lu Xiyan's breathing became heavier, and his body unconsciously leaned towards the table.

His gaze swept carefully over the little boy's features, and when he spoke, his voice was somewhat unsteady.