One and Only: Doting CEO's Infinite Love-Chapter 754 - 752: Lost and Found

Although Song Song knew the woman was herself, she still wanted to hear the answer from the little guy’s mouth and shamelessly asked, "Who is that woman?"

Xiao Beibei suddenly turned around, with red eyes, like a little rabbit, "Why are you pretending? You know the answer, you tell me, who else could it be!"

"Heartless stupid woman, you come back and don’t recognize me, and now you want to leave again. Are you treating me and Little Xiyou like burdens you can just throw away?"

"No, it’s not." Song Song felt a piercing pain in her heart, realizing he had recognized her long ago, "I didn’t recognize you because... I am afraid of scaring you in my current state, some things are clearly beyond what a child should bear. Both I and your dad hope you and Little Xiyou can grow up healthy, rather than..."

"After you left four years ago, my dad hasn’t really taken care of me." Xiao Beibei interrupted, "So don’t treat me like a normal kid. Little Xiyou grew up under my care. For these four years, I’ve been both a dad and mom. Do you think you have the right to lecture me?"

"You just picked up the title of mom—"

"I..." Song Song was silent with guilt, knowing what Bao Bei said was true, "I’m sorry, it’s my fault."

"No, you’re not wrong." Xiao Beibei’s tone grew colder, "After all, neither I nor Little Xiyou are your biological children. You treating us like this already makes you a qualified stepmother, what’s wrong about that? Whatever you do is right, regardless of good or bad, my dad treats you like Bao Bei, like a treasure in his hands."

Song Song felt vague unease, "Bao Bei, you’re still blaming me."

After four years, Xiao Beibei was no longer that little stubby-legged kid, but still, he was a child. The environment made him mature early, he even sees more clearly than adults do—

"You’re overthinking." He said, "I just hope after this, we won’t be separated again, that you and dad can spend more time with me and Xiyou, that’s all."

Upon hearing this, Song Song felt even worse, knowing no matter how many nice words are said, they are just words. These two kids need action, not just verbal promises.

"Yes, after this, our family will be together forever—"

"Do you swear?" Xiao Beibei extended his right pinky finger, "Or we can do a pinky promise."

Song Song smiled gently, slowly reaching out to hook his now slender finger, "We’ll do a pinky promise, if I break it, I’ll be a turtle bastard."

"Tsk." Xiao Beibei snorted disdainfully, "I don’t want to be the son of a turtle bastard, still..."

The next second, the woman hugged him tightly, "Don’t worry, I definitely won’t break my word."

Smelling the woman’s unique milk scent, scenes from four years ago kept flying into Xiao Beibei’s mind. He slowly lifted his hand to hug the woman in the same pose, "I’ll take good care of Little Xiyou, waiting for you and dad to come back."

"Mm—"

Lan Yuzhe stood at the end of the corridor watching this scene, but familiar images flashed in his mind as well, a child tightly hugging him as if he was his whole world—

But he couldn’t see the child’s face, couldn’t see it at all.

Suddenly, he heard a noise, turned his head, and saw a shadow flash by the window.

He immediately dashed out, following the sound towards the outside.

Then everything suddenly froze, the person ahead wearing a fitted leather jacket, silver hair fluttering in the wind. Even if there’s some distance, he could clearly smell the scent of blood on him.

This smell represented slaughter.

Lan Yuzhe instantly recognized the other, smirking with some mockery, "You still dare appear before me, not afraid I’ll feel the urge to kill again?"

Mu Zanting had never truly feared anyone in this life. He elegantly turned around, a face so beautiful to the point of morbidity, "If you really wanted me dead, you wouldn’t have given the antidote to that woman. Ha, you obviously like me, don’t deny it."

"Shameless bragging!" Lan Yuzhe was thoroughly angered, "I’m going to take your life, now!"

With that, a shadow charged towards Mu Zanting like lightning, the punch’s force akin to a sharp knife, touching means flesh torn apart—

Mu Zanting hadn’t expected him to really mean it, making it a struggle to dodge in an unguarded state.

Seeing Mu Zanting evade blow after blow, Lan Yuzhe attacked with increasing ferocity, leaving absolutely no room for survival.

At first, Mu Zanting only defended without attacking. After all, before figuring out his true identity, he didn’t want to harm him.

But, if this continued, he might truly die by his hands.

So, in the next second, he quickly counterattacked, both geared with speed and brutality.

Moreover, each move was extremely similar, even identical.

From Mu Zanting’s pupils flowed a dark light, as if his heart were being tugged by something. His movements abruptly slowed down, his abdomen barely took a punch.

Blood instantly spurted, were it not for strong endurance, he could have immediately fainted.

Lan Yuzhe was also startled by his blood-stained appearance, suddenly stopping, staring in shock, "...Why didn’t you dodge just now?"

—Why didn’t you dodge just now?

Why did he say that?

Mu Zanting, as if discovering a shocking secret, suddenly reached out, tightly embracing him, using his height advantage to lift his chin and directly kissed him.

Lan Yuzhe never expected this, instantly widened his eyes, trembling as the agile tongue tip explored his mouth.

This feeling seemed lost for a long time, now regained.

Mu Zanting seemed crazed, constantly attacking, desperate to merge him into his bones.

"Master, master, it’s you, it’s really you—"

As he heard his voice, Lan Yuzhe sobered up immediately, pushing him away instantly, vehemently slapping, "Bastard, I am a man!"

Mu Zanting turned back his slapped face slowly, that extremely handsome face filled with happy smiles, "No, you’re not a man, you’re a woman, this... you know clearer than me."

"..." Lan Yuzhe was overwhelmed with shame and anger, combined with the previously aggressive kiss, he threw another slap.

Mu Zanting seemed to enjoy being slapped, like a rascal, he said, "You’ve hit me before, once when I suddenly kissed you, and another when I sneaked onto your bed at night. Master, do you really not remember me?"

Lan Yuzhe startled, backing several steps, that voice, that tone, collided with shadows in his mind—

"No, I am not, you’ve mistaken me." He turned his head aside, refusing to look.

It couldn’t be true; how could he with his disciple...

How could it be?

But the person behind pounced on him directly, tightly hugging, never letting go.

"Master, I knew you weren’t dead, but why... don’t you remember me? Why?"