Old Harden, can you handle having your vision-shifting abilities on all the time?

Li Minghui held his phone, stunned for a long while.

He never expected that this family had so many juicy stories.

This Mr. Xu is quite a ruthless person.

He said he wouldn't care, and that was it. Even if the money for raising children was nothing to him, he still wouldn't care.

However, it's none of his business to interfere in other people's family affairs.

He turned around and relayed Xu Xing's original words to him.

Xu Yanle remained silent for a long time after listening.

Then, he suddenly cursed, "You old bastard! How can you be so heartless!"

After he finished yelling, he held the child, his eyes gradually reddening.

But he didn't cry.

He gritted his teeth, stood up, picked up the child, and left step by step.

Meanwhile, in the luxury mansion on the top floor of Yunxi Terrace, Xu Xing was leaning back on the sofa, holding a bottle of cola in his hand.

Chen Xinyi, with her slightly protruding belly, came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of fruit and sat down next to him.

Who made the call?

"police."

"Why are the police looking for you?"

"Gao Min is dead."

Chen Xinyi was stunned for a moment, and almost dropped the fruit plate in her hands.

"Dead? How did he die?"

"Excessive emotional fluctuations led to acute myocardial ischemia and cerebral hemorrhage."

Chen Xinyi was silent for a few seconds, then sighed: "You reap what you sow."

Just then, Lin Wan came out with a bowl of soup and called out, "Dinner's ready!"

Xu Xing smiled indifferently and said, "Let's go, let's not talk about these unpleasant things, it's time to eat."

……

Xu Yanle stood at the hospital entrance, holding her child, looking at the bustling streets, feeling utterly lost.

The autumn wind blew on his face with a touch of coolness, but he couldn't feel any warmth.

The sleeping baby in his arms seemed to sense his father's stiffness, shifted uncomfortably, and let out a muffled murmur.

Xu Yanle looked down at the child's tender face, took a deep breath, and carried the child to the roadside to flag down a taxi.

"Master, go to the urban village area."

He gave an address, which was the cheap rental room he lived in, costing 600 yuan a month and without even a decent window.

The taxi stopped at the entrance of an alley in the urban village. Xu Yanle got out of the car with her child in her arms and walked along the narrow alley.

The alley was piled with all sorts of junk, and the air was filled with a damp, musty smell. Several stray cats were rummaging through the trash cans in the corner. When they saw him approaching, they didn't run away, but just raised their heads and glanced at him warily.

Xu Yanle walked into the rented room, which was only a dozen square meters, put the child on the bed, and then sat down on the edge of the bed, covering her face with her hands and remaining silent for a long time.

The room was quiet, with only the hum of the old air conditioner on the wall.

After a while, he put his hand down, took out his phone, and subconsciously opened the short video platform.

He saw the short video again, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Two hundred million.

That's two hundred million.

It's not 20,000, not 200,000, not 2 million, but 200 million.

This is just one day's income.

Even though such a situation is rare, and Xu Xing's monthly income exceeds 20 million yuan even though he does restoration work at Chengxinzhai, it is still a once-in-a-year occurrence.

Twenty million a month.

That's 240 million a year.

A number he never dared to dream of in his entire life.

He put down his phone, lay back on the bed, staring blankly at the moldy water stain on the ceiling.

Twenty million.

Will he be able to earn 20 million in his lifetime?

Let alone 20 million, even 2 million would be an astronomical figure that is out of reach for him.

His father could probably earn that much with just a flick of his finger.

Xu Yanle suddenly laughed, his laughter filled with bitterness and self-mockery.

He recalled when his father worked as a restorer at the Jingyang County Museum when he was a child, and how he would travel around every day just to earn more money.

Back then, he always complained that his father was useless, that he couldn't earn money, and that he made him feel ashamed in front of his classmates.

But now?

The money my father earns in one day is enough for him to work for ten lifetimes.

The more Xu Yanle thought about it, the more ironic it seemed.

He turned over, looked at the sleeping baby next to him, and a sense of resentment gradually welled up in his eyes.

It's all Gao Min's fault.

If it weren't for this bastard, how could he have ended up in this state?

If she hadn't insisted on giving the child the surname Gao, and if her mother, Zhao Jinhua, hadn't been stirring things up, how could he have fallen out with his father?

Gao Min is dead, and she died a quick and decisive death.

But she died, leaving him to clean up the mess.

Xu Yanle grew angrier the more he thought about it, and couldn't help but curse out loud: "Gao Min, you filthy bitch! You'd be better off dead, leaving me here to suffer all by myself!"

After he finished cursing, he felt empty again.

What's the point of scolding?

The person is already dead; no amount of cursing will bring them back to life.

He could only grit his teeth and bear it all.

In the days that followed, Xu Yanle began a hellish existence.

He gets up at six o'clock every morning, first makes formula and changes diapers for his child, and then carries the child to work.

I am often teased by my colleagues and boss. Although it is meant to be teasing, the malice behind it is very clear.

Xu Yanle gritted her teeth and ultimately endured it.

After more than a month of this, Xu Yanle lost more than ten kilograms, her eyes became sunken, and she looked ten years older.

One evening, as he sat in his rented room looking at his haggard reflection in the mirror, he suddenly thought of his father.

He recalled that when he was a child, his father had raised him by the same person.

At that time, my father worked at the Jingyang County Museum. His monthly salary was only a few hundred yuan. He had to support my education and buy me clothes and toys.

He was young and immature back then, always complaining that his father was stingy and incompetent.

But now he realizes just how difficult it is for a single person to raise a child.

Xu Yanle's eyes gradually reddened.

He lowered his head, covered his face with his hands, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

"dad......"

He called out softly, his voice trembling with emotion.

"I was wrong... I was really wrong..."

But all he heard in response was the hum of the old air conditioner in the rented room and the clatter of mahjong tiles coming from next door.

Meanwhile, a completely different scene unfolded in the luxury mansion on the top floor of Yunxi Terrace.

Xu Xing leaned back on the Italian-imported genuine leather sofa in the living room, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, with a plate of top-quality fruit in front of him.

Lin Wan, wearing a silk nightgown, knelt beside him and was peeling shrimp for him.

With her slightly protruding belly, Chen Xinyi brought out a bowl of stewed bird's nest from the kitchen and placed it in front of Xu Xing.

"Try it, I just stewed it, with red dates and goji berries."

Xu Xing took the bowl, scooped up a spoonful, tasted it, and nodded: "Not bad, your skills have improved."

Chen Xinyi sat down next to him, leaned on his shoulder, and laughed, "That's right, don't you know whose woman I am?"

Lin Wan held the peeled shrimp to Xu Xing's lips and said softly, "Brother Xu, try this. The shrimp are very fresh today."

Xu Xing opened his mouth and ate it, then nodded in satisfaction.

He has been living like this for almost two months.