It's already 2026, how can we still talk about having many children and having many blessings?

The person's voice was loud and shocked.

The guests at the closest tables inside all turned their heads.

Chen Mo turned around, still wearing his mask, but he recognized the face.

Zhang Wei, my former roommate.

However, they don't get along.

This guy is Wang Sicheng's follower; he used to gossip about him a lot back in college.

"What are you doing sneaking around here?" Zhang Wei deliberately raised his voice. "If you're coming, why are you wearing a mask? Afraid someone will recognize you?"

More people are now looking at this.

Several classmates from university walked over, their faces showing curiosity and anticipation.

A girl covered her mouth and laughed, while a man crossed his arms and glanced at her.

"Chen Mo, is that really you? It's been so many years, why are you still wearing a mask?"

"Holy crap, Chen Mo, you're such a romantic!" someone laughed. "Zhao Siman is already married to Sicheng, and their baby's a month old, and you still managed to chase after her here?"

"Are you still not giving up? Sicheng and Siman have been married for several years, why are you doing this?"

Chen Mo stood there, surrounded by a group of people watching.

He slowly took off his mask.

motherfucker.

I only intended to sneak a peek and leave, but I was recognized.

Zhang Wei is still so loud.

After taking off their masks, the girls were stunned for a moment.

Someone's eyes were scanning his face.

After undergoing a complete transformation, his facial features became much more defined than in college. His skin was clean, and his eyes were resolute. Standing there, his aura was completely different from those beer-bellied old classmates around him.

"Is that Chen Mo?" someone whispered. "How did he get so handsome?"

As the commotion continued, the crowd automatically parted to make way.

Wang Sicheng and Zhao Siman walked over.

Wang Sicheng wore a custom-made dark blue suit with gold cufflinks and shiny leather shoes.

Her hair was combed back and styled with hairspray, and her face was well-maintained and fair.

The moment he saw Chen Mo, the smile on his lips froze, then returned.

"Siman, did you send him the invitation?"

Chen Mo glanced at the top of Wang Sicheng's head.

[Damn, could it be that Zhao Siman and Chen Mo still have feelings for each other? Damn it, I'm impotent, will Zhao Siman go after him?]

[Damn it, no matter what, I'll humiliate him today and completely crush his hopes. Damn it, he beat me up back in college, and I haven't gotten my revenge yet. Today I'll get someone to beat him up too.]

Chen Mo immediately understood.

really.

This sissy won't do.

Ha, you want to beat me up?

Sure.

"I haven't contacted him." Zhao Siman shook her head, looking at Chen Mo with a complicated expression. "I haven't contacted him for a long time."

She looked up and gazed intently at Chen Mo, who in turn looked back at her.

Zhao Siman wore a burgundy dress, her hair was styled in an updo, and two pearls dangled from her earlobes.

She's thirty years old, but she's very well-maintained. Her skin is as white as porcelain, and her waist is a bit fuller than before, but she has a more mature and sophisticated look.

She held a baby wrapped in a red swaddle in her arms, the child's face peeking out from the edge of the swaddle, eyes closed as the baby slept.

She looked at Chen Mo, her heart churning with indescribable emotions.

Why is he here? We haven't been in touch for years. Does he still have feelings for me?

[No, he shouldn't still be thinking about that... but he seems to have become more handsome, his demeanor is much better than before, and he's very composed. I wonder how he's been these past few years.]

"Ha." Wang Sicheng chuckled, a smile returning to his face. "Chen Mo, guests are guests. Since you're here, please come in and have a seat."

He patted Chen Mo on the shoulder.

Chen Mo did not dodge, but instead looked at the baby in Zhao Siman's arms.

This is his son.

Now that he's been discovered, slinking away would only make him seem guilty.

I was hungry anyway, so I went in.

After all, today is his son's one-month celebration.

We should be open and honest about it.

"Okay." Chen Mo nodded. "Then I'll freeload a meal. I didn't bring a red envelope, can I scan the QR code?"

"Yes, sir." The receptionist was very polite.

Chen Mo opened his phone, intending to casually spend a hundred or two hundred yuan.

But he remembered a short video he had seen where a man deliberately gave 20,000 yuan as a gift to his ex-girlfriend's child's one-month celebration, and was eventually suspected by his ex-girlfriend's husband and his family that the child was his.

To be honest, he didn't want his child to grow up in Wang Sicheng's house.

This guy has physical and personality defects, which is bad for children.

Wang Sicheng hated him, and when his child grew up, he would definitely hate him too.

He smiled slightly, gave 20,000 yuan, and then glanced at the child in Zhao Siman's arms, his eyes full of doting affection.

Hey, if they really break them up, Zhao Siman will get a share of Wang Sicheng's assets, and then those assets will belong to his child. This 20,000 is just an early investment.

Everyone was stunned.

Two thousand?

Damn it, each of them is only 666 at most.

Why should he give 20,000?

No, he has a grudge against Wang Sicheng, so why would he give 20,000?

The way he looks at the child—what is doting? It's like looking at his own child.

Everyone looked at Zhao Siman.

Zhao Siman was Chen Mo's first love. They were so loving and inseparable back then.

Moreover, Chen Mo and Wang Sicheng had a major conflict back then and even fought.

Wang Sicheng also saw the way Chen Mo looked at the child, and then glanced at Zhao Siman. His heart completely exploded.

However, it must be said that Wang Sicheng was very shrewd. He knew that today was the baby's one-month celebration and there were many guests. He did not want to cause any unpleasantness, so he did not immediately lash out.

But Chen Mo saw the words above his head.

[Holy shit, what does this mean? Does it mean the child is his?]

"That's impossible. The hospital used my seed; I was with them the whole time."

Chen Mo almost burst out laughing.

But he was also puzzled: how did Zhao Siman get pregnant with his child?

Did the hospital get the wrong seeds?

He walked confidently into the banquet hall and sat down at a table in the corner.

His university classmates at the same table looked at him with various expressions.

Some people moved their chairs to create distance between themselves and him, while others moved closer.

"Chen Mo, it's been years! You have a completely different aura now. Did you strike it rich?"

"Hmm, I've struck it rich." Chen Mo picked up a piece of poached chicken with his chopsticks.

"Heh, no wonder you dared to come looking for Zhao Siman," Zhang Wei chimed in sarcastically. "Chen Mo, do you think making a little money is enough to get close to Zhao Siman?"

"Do you know how wealthy Wang Sicheng is? He has a luxurious mansion in Xiangsi Lake, which is beyond your reach."

Chen Mo chewed on the chicken, looking at Zhang Wei.

"You've misunderstood." He put down his chopsticks. "I was just passing by."

I added in my mind, "His wife is carrying my son."

Zhang Wei was still saying things like "Sicheng's family's building materials business is worth tens of millions a year," "Zhao Siman married well," and "People need to recognize their own position."

Chen Mo listened, occasionally nodding, occasionally picking up food, and occasionally taking a sip of soup.

For every sarcastic remark, he silently added a follow-up in his mind.

Zhao Siman did not come over throughout the entire process.

She stood at the main table, toasting the elders with Wang Sicheng, occasionally glancing at the corner before quickly looking away.

Chen Mo was a little disappointed that he would never have the chance to see his child again.

However, it's good that it's confirmed.

The banquet ended at 2 PM.

Guests were scattered in twos and threes in the underground parking lot.

Chen Mo walked at the back of the crowd, put his mask back on, and planned to slip away in the chaos.

"Hey, Chen Mo, what kind of car are you driving?"

Zhang Wei had caught up with them at some point.

Several classmates also gathered around, looking at him curiously.