“It’s not that, I’m your son.” Gou Yu’s face was full of disbelief and shock.
“Maybe you are.”
Gou Yu’s dear mother looked at the boy in front of her with a serious expression.
Then, she glanced at Zhu Niao, who was still standing there in a daze, and tugged a little closer by the collar of her own son.
“Now I don’t think you’re lying to us. I think you’re lying to this little girl.”
Gou Yu’s dear mother didn’t hesitate to start doubting her beloved son.
“What kind of person do you think your son is? Am I the type to do something like this?” Gou Yu raised an eyebrow, staring at his mother with a look of indignation.
“Come on, tell me. Besides lying, how else could you have brought a girl like this home?”
He had to admit, Gou Yu felt like his mother had some misunderstandings about him and his character—her impression was way too bad.
But after thinking it through, besides lying, he really didn’t have any other way to bring a girl like Zhu Niao home.
In fact, even the reason he brought Zhu Niao home involved a little bit of deception and misleading.
“A small lie isn’t really lying.” Gou Yu held up a finger.
“Anyway, your father and I will be watching. If we catch you doing anything beastly, we’ll break your legs.” Gou Yu’s dear mother paused, “All three of them. Break every single one.”
Gou Yu took a sharp breath and nodded repeatedly.
“Don’t worry, I definitely won’t become that kind of person.”
That sentence was a vow to himself as a pilot, swearing to a future of soaring flight.
Finally, the noble lady looked Gou Yu deeply in the eyes and released her grip on her son’s collar.
Immediately, she put on an expression so kind and flawless that no one could find fault with it, then walked toward Zhu Niao.
She gently linked her arm with Zhu Niao’s.
Zhu Niao didn’t resist, but she didn’t accept it warmly either—her whole body was stiff, and she hunched her neck, enduring Gou Yu’s mother’s affection.
“Did I say something I shouldn’t have?” she looked toward Gou Yu.
Gou Yu was about to speak, but the noble lady shot him a glare that shut him up instantly.
So he closed his mouth, unable to offer Zhu Niao any help.
A heroic resignation flashed in Zhu Niao’s eyes.
Had Private Gou Yu already fallen in battle?
Was she now the only one fighting alone, trying to bring victory back home?
The cat in her arms was surprisingly calm—perhaps sensing Zhu Niao’s wildly beating heart—comforting the nervous little bird.
“Let’s go first. We’ll talk more once we’re inside. I have so many things I want to discuss with you.”
Gou Yu’s dear mother spoke as if treating Zhu Niao like a sister traveling alongside her, her friendliness reaching an extraordinary degree.
But Zhu Niao watched this wealthy woman’s behavior and words, and the more she saw, the more it seemed like honey-coated poison.
Gou Yu just followed along automatically, like a background NPC, trailing behind his mother and Zhu Niao.
Until they reached a middle-aged man smoking nearby, Zhu Niao was directly pulled past him by the noble lady without stopping.
But Gou Yu decisively stopped.
The father and son stared silently, eyes locked across the space between them.
Gou Yu’s eyes shone with proud confidence, while his father’s held the bitterness of a lost chess game by a single misstep.
The young man raised both hands, pointing simultaneously at Zhu Niao, who was being led inside.
Though no words were spoken, it was as if everything was said.
He even stepped forward, gently holding his father’s head, forcing him to look at the silhouette of the girl who had been brought home.
His eyes locked tightly on his beloved father, compelling him to see the girl brought back by his son.
It was like revealing a deadly winning hand in a gamble: a 2-3-5 straight flush facing his father.
The arrogance in his gaze was fully exposed as he leaned closer and said, “My dear father, do you see it now?”
The middle-aged man’s face twisted in disgust, then he closed his eyes painfully and raised his head slightly.
“What? Still unwilling to admit that I can do well even if I leave home? Hm?”
Gou Yu pressed his forehead against his father’s. “Hei Zi, speak!”
“I admit my previous judgment might have been off, but I still don’t think there’s no opportunism involved in this.”
His father’s trembling hand nearly dropped the cigarette, but he forced out the words.
“Just keep pretending,” Gou Yu put a hand on his father’s shoulder. “Still don’t believe it? She even knows what color underwear I wear. We’ve lived together for years, and you still don’t believe it?”
“What?!” Gou Yu’s father turned around, shocked.
He recalled a photo his dear daughter had sent him not long ago—his son being romantically kissed on the cheek by the girl who had just walked inside.
Could that photo have been photoshopped?
His face darkened.
How was that possible? He himself had chased after people like a stubborn puppy for years before succeeding.
Was it really possible to have love at first sight? Isn’t that just a romanticized filter from novels?
He still couldn’t believe it.
Not that he didn’t believe such smooth romances existed, but he didn’t believe it could happen to his son.
To be blunt,
he was bitter.
“Want me to admit defeat? Impossible.” The middle-aged man gritted his teeth.
“This can’t even be called strong resistance—at best, it’s a death struggle.” Gou Yu crossed his arms, head held high, looking down at his defeated father like a conquered general.
“But since that’s the case, I’ll make sure you lose clearly—make you lose with no doubts.”
Gou Yu seemed to show mercy toward his defeated enemy.
He shouted toward the direction Zhu Niao had gone, “Little Bird!”
Then a proud smile spread across his face.
Two quick footsteps sounded, and Zhu Niao, clutching the cat with worry on her face, rushed over to Gou Yu’s side.
“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, just calling you.”
Little Bird blinked, then immediately raised a pink fist and pounded on Gou Yu’s back. “What time is it? What occasion is this? Get it together!”
Gou Yu didn’t dodge, acting as if it was a pleasure, a victorious return.
The middle-aged man in front of him sat slumped on the ground, his face ashen, muttering, “Is this flirting? That’s a skill only lovers who’ve been together for years get.”
“Is it me… who lost?”
Gou Yu suddenly squatted down, hands raised, and started mocking with an electric dance.
Zhu Niao, stunned, stopped her movements and stepped back to stand beside the noble lady who had returned with her.
Her expression was complicated. “Seriously, what are those two doing?”
The noble lady seemed quite used to the father and son’s behavior.
“That’s why I never doubted whether this guy was really his son.”
He established dominance
Is everyone just crazy?