Although Prince Luo Ming has been out of the entertainment industry for several years, his figure is slightly plumper than before, yet he possesses a more refined air. His face, once hailed by the media as "the ink-and-wash prince," remains as striking as ever, though a few gentle smile lines appear at the corners of his eyes.

He clasped his hands together, his knuckles distinct, and always maintained a perfect listening posture when talking to others.

When Xia Chi approached awkwardly, the former celebrity tilted his head slightly with a proper smile on his face, as if he had known him for many years.

Xia Chi imitated Feng Man and said auspicious words: "What a beautiful child. His eyes and nose are exactly like his father's. He will definitely be a top star in the future..."

Jili spoke haltingly, and Xia Chi felt extremely guilty.

Su Mei wore a long silk dress that trailed the ground. The pearls dotted along the hem shimmered with her steps. She gently stroked the child's cheek, her eyes filled with unconcealed pride. "They say sons take after their mothers, but our little treasure..."

She pointed at the baby's double eyelids, which were identical to Luo Ming's. "He takes after his father..."

Luo Ming chuckled when he heard this, raised his hand and put it on his wife's shoulder, and the family of three was happy together.

"Hahaha, let his father do what he wants, let his father do what he wants..."

Xia Chi looked at Luo Ming with a meaningful smile, and was deeply impressed by his demeanor.

[He's going to be a father, and he's showing off his affection here. His ambition is bigger than the sky.]

[Still laughing! The green hat on your head is ten feet high. This is a limited edition Hermès spring collection. Most people can't pull off this color.]

[Suffering a loss is a blessing, and you are blessed with great fortune.]

If you want to live a decent life, you must always have a little green on your head. Wearing the green hat with you, you will definitely have glory. You will easily recognize the east wind. Among all the flowers, there is always green. The environment is everyone's responsibility. A green environment depends on everyone.

[The Environmental Protection Bureau should give you an Energy Conservation Pioneer Award.]

Xia Chi sighed again and again in his heart, and suddenly saw Director Luo Jian standing next to him without saying a word, his face as black as the bottom of a pot, staring at him.

[Why are you staring at me? The child isn't mine...]

[I was so scared. I thought I had spoken my true feelings.]

Xia Chi's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly remembered that he was there to give a gift, so he ran away quickly.

On the way back, I still have to pass by Luo Jian's family.

Luo Jian's face turned even darker, and he held the thermos in his hand like a brick, as if it was going to hit him at any moment.

There was something off about the atmosphere, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was.

In short, Xia Chi could see that Lao Deng's mood was not as good as before.

What's wrong with Director Luo? Did he change his attitude after receiving the red envelope? Is he trying to blackmail me?

[Is it because I don't give enough? Or that my red envelope isn't big enough?]

[If I had known earlier, I would have exchanged it for a stack of ten-yuan notes.]

Xia Chi was really wronged.

How could Director Luo do this? I'm a king, someone who would hesitate even when giving gold coins to others. How much money can a small-time actor like me make from a film? Even if a beggar shakes a bowl at me, I'd think they're showing off their wealth.

[Alas, how could he know that there is such suffering as insufficient funds in the human world...]

I can't solve any problem that money can solve. Even buying a bucket of instant noodles requires paying with my phone and cash. Woohoo...

Please, everyone, please make way. I'm being blocked.

Luo Jian: “…”

I was wrong, I was really wrong, I shouldn't have asked you to come over.

What is it like to be not your biological child!!!

Come here, boy!!!

Xia Chi suddenly shuddered.

The storm is brewing, and Director Luo Jian exudes a low pressure, just like the veteran actor who had done twenty NGs last time.

Thinking of that scene, Xia Chi ran away, fearing that innocent people would be harmed.

Returning to her seat, Feng Man looked at him with an indescribable look, as if he were some kind of plague god, bringing some kind of bad luck.

Just then the waiter came to serve the food, and Feng Man quickly served him some food to silence his thoughts.

"Eat more and don't let your mind wander."

Xia Chi still felt sorry for the gift money.

[After learning from my mistakes, I had no choice but to turn my grief and anger into appetite, and eat back all the money I spent. I eat!]

[I want to eat myself until I am round, so no one can look down on me! ]

[I eat! What can a little genius like me who only eats food not eat? I eat, eat, eat!]

The hall was brightly lit, and the guests sat around it like stars surrounding the moon.

Luo Ming stood there holding the cup, and the surroundings gradually became quiet.

"Thank you all for your presence," he said, his voice steady and unhurried, like a pool of warm spring water. "Today is my child's full moon, and a simple banquet is not enough to show respect. I hope you will forgive me if there are any shortcomings."

The glass lamp reflected an amber halo under the light, illuminating his smiling eyes and brows.

As soon as the toast was over, the sound of clinking glasses rang out from the entire table. Luo Ming walked arm in arm with Su Mei, and wherever they went, someone raised a toast to them, and the sound of laughter and joy continued.

Xia Chi was stuffing his fourth crab meat soup dumpling into his mouth when he glanced up and caught a glimpse of the beautiful couple.

Luo Mingzheng raised his hand to smooth his wife's hair, his eyes gentle enough to melt the icy cold of winter, as if the thing entwined between his fingers wasn't a strand of black hair, but some fragile treasure. Su Mei, on the other hand, lifted her head to meet her husband's gaze, her eyes curved like a crescent moon framing the stars, and even the way she held the child unconsciously moved closer to him.

What a model couple.

Xia Chi sighed in his heart.

[The Oscars owe you two statuettes...]

If he had been able to display even one-tenth of his acting skills back then, his Douban score wouldn't have been 3.8. So many resources couldn't be used to promote it, what a waste of such a good IP.

“???”

Feng Man looked at the affectionate couple in the field and her eyes widened.

Is this... all acted out?

She put down her chopsticks, suddenly became interested, and pricked up her ears to listen to the gossip eagerly.

[Who knew that the couple rarely talked to each other in private? ]

Xia Chi muttered to himself while eating.

[They actually already...]

【hiss……】

Xia Chi's expression suddenly froze, his brows twisted into a knot, and his mouth remained still like a sculpture for three seconds...

Feng Man was getting anxious.

What happened between them? Tell me quickly.

If you only tell half of the gossip, you will be struck by lightning. If you leave it at that, you will be a eunuch.

The eunuch-to-be moved his mouth a few times and spat out a small piece of muscle.

[OMG! This lamb chop is so bad, it's not even as good as a roadside stall.]

[Do I need to knit a sweater for my teeth? ]

Just as I was complaining in my heart, I suddenly caught a glimpse of the shiny pork knuckle at the other end of the turntable. The amber skin was trembling with a honeyed glow, and the thick sauce was slowly sliding down the porcelain plate.

Xia Chi's Adam's apple rolled noticeably.

[Hey, how dare you seduce me! ]

Xia Chi grabbed the chopsticks with lightning speed, and just as the turntable stopped, he accurately picked up the two fattest pig trotters.

With a "pop", one of the pig's trotters fell into Feng Man's bowl, and the sauce splashed onto her newly bought Hermès scarf.

"Sister Man, eat it while it's hot—"

Xia Chi had an expression that said he was worthy of being me.

Feng Man's mouth twitched. This poor guy who was not presentable would not look like a prince even if he put on the dragon robe. If he was given an iron bowl, he would go begging immediately.

I really feel sorry for him.

Feng Man poked Xia Chi's instep with the tip of her high heel and uttered through her teeth, "Director Luo is behind you..."

Xia Chi straightened his back instantly, as obedient as a poor student in the back row being watched by the teacher. But his eyes were still glued to the pork knuckle, his eager gaze almost burning two holes in the skin.

【Look at me again, look at me again, why are you always looking at me! 】

[If you look at me again, I will eat you! ]

【Wow, I can’t stand it. 】

【……】

He tilted his head and saw Director Luo Jian's figure floating behind him like a ghost. Xia Chi had to take a deep breath.

[Oh, don't you know that disturbing someone while they're eating will lead to heavenly punishment and earthly destruction?]

[How long will I continue to pretend?]

[I am a giant, one section is better than six sections.]

【call--】

Xia Chi waited for a long moment, but the figure behind him didn't budge. He pretended to straighten his shirt, taking advantage of the commotion to glance back. Director Luo's face was as gloomy as the leaden clouds before a rainstorm, and his eyes were unfocused.

It was as if someone had pulled out his valve core.

What's wrong with Director Luo Jian? Who is he showing his displeasure to on such a happy day?

[I'm still not happy about having a grandson.]

【hiss……】

He followed Luo Jian's gaze to the center of the bustling crowd, where Luo Ming and his wife were toasting.

An ominous thought flew into my mind.

【sky!】

[Director Luo Jian doesn't know everything...]

[This couple must have conspired to deceive him.]

Luo Jian: “!!!!”

A couple?

partnership?

deceive?

At this moment, the model couple came to the table, holding their glasses. They were a match made in heaven, and their every move attracted everyone's attention. "Thank you for your presence." Luo Ming bowed slightly, holding up his glass. "I toast to everyone."

After saying that, he raised his head and drank the white wine in the glass.

Cheers came from all around.

[Tsk tsk tsk…] Xia Chi sighed.

[That was also the face that Nuwa designed in her graduation ceremony...]

[Although I haven't been red, I have been green before, so I am content. ]

[How did I end up on the cuckold track? ]

Love is a light, so green that it makes you panic, guiding us to the future we want, a magical green light, a language of exploration, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, the shades of your hat...

"Ouch," Xia Chi felt a pain in his leg, "Sister Man, why did you kick me?"

If I don't kick you, can I hit you with a punch?

Feng Man took a deep breath and whispered a few threats through her teeth: "Didn't you see that everyone else stood up to toast, and you're the only one sitting there showing off? Did you die of starvation in your previous life and be reincarnated as a ghost? Mind your image!!"

Fortunately, it was far away and Luo Ming didn't notice this place.

Xia Chi stood up reluctantly and argued with her in a low voice.

"How can I have so many audiences? I'm just a bit player. You're just trying to make the donkey grind the mill without letting it eat the grass."

Feng Man: "The donkey really did nothing all day, just kicked you in the head."

At the table was an old man with white hair and beard, perhaps in his eighties, but as vigorous as a pine tree. He was the third uncle, the most senior member of the Luo family. This family elder, who had watched Luo Jian grow from a child who wet the bed to an internationally renowned director, relied on his seniority and banged the floor with his cane, shouting:

"Hurry up and bring our golden grandson here for us to see."

Hearing the sound, Su Mei walked over and held the child in front of him.

Third Uncle narrowed his dim old eyes, and the wrinkles on his face suddenly stretched out like autumn chrysanthemums: "Oh my! This little face is as white and tender as rice cake. Come, give Grandpa a smile -"

Ignore him while the child falls asleep.

The old man suddenly turned around and laughed at Luo Jian: "Jian, my dear, your grandson looks just like you did back then!" He clapped his hands and laughed so hard that he fell backwards. "That's great! With those eyebrows and that forehead, he's sure to be a great artist in the future!"

The laughter in the room turned into a sharp buzzing sound, which made Luo Jian's temples throb. His mouth was dry and he felt dizzy.

Ever since the child was born, everyone said he looked like him, and he himself thought so too, but how could it be so...

He suspected that Xia Chi might have made a mistake in his calculations. Even tigers take naps sometimes, so this charlatan might not be that reliable.

Luo Jian silently retreated to the shadow of the corridor column, the corner of his eye scraping Xia Chi's back like a knife, waiting for him to give an explanation.

On the other side, Xia Chi stood up and raised his glass with everyone else in order to respond to the toast. He was enjoying the fun and suddenly something popped up in his mind.

[It would be strange if they didn't look alike. Even though the son isn't his biological son, the grandson is.]

He’s my grandson!

My dear grandson!

Grandson!

Son!

ah!

!

…

Feng Man felt a chill on the back of her neck.

I know too much, will I be silenced?