The next day.

Ji Weixi was up early, and while Tian Miaomiao was usually a heavy sleeper, but she was especially excited with her mind full of Li Shaoling.

Nevertheless...

"Urgh, Mommy—"

Jiayu's face was pale white. His little back was arched, and he was holding his hands over his stomach.

"What happened!"

Ji Weixi panicked and quickly crouched over him.

"Tummy hurts."

The little one tunneled into Ji Weixi's embrace; his face was full of torment.

Ji Weixi's heart ached. "Do you need the toilet? Are you having an upset stomach?"

"Umm, it doesn't feel like it. It just hurts."

"Mommy will get you to the hospital."

Ji Weixi picked him up, ready to leave without an explanation.

"Mommy…" The tot pouted, pointing his two index fingers uncomfortably. "Maybe I got a chill yesterday because I did not put on a blanket last night."

"Why don't you listen to me?" Ji Weixi scolded him grimly. "Didn't I tell you to keep your tummy covered no matter how hot it is!"

"Mommy, I was wrong…" The rim of the child's eyes was red and he was about to break into tears.

Tian Miaomiao came to him and soothed, "It's fine, it's fine. He's still a kid."

Ji Weixi carried him to bed, filling a heat pack with warm water which was covered in a layer of blanket and put it over the child's stomach.

"Keep warm for a moment and don't have anything cool for the time being. You hear me?"

Ji Weixi's heart was in pieces at the sight of his suffering. Her nose was runny, as if she was about cry too.

"Okay, Mommy. Baby's feeling a little better." The little one snuggled up to her, his puppylike head rubbing against her chest. "But it still hurts a bit… I don't want to go out… what should we do?"

"Alright, you're staying. I'll have Miaomiao take care of you." Tian Miaomiao was as gentle as a dove.

"Not like this!" Tian Miaomiao exploded. "I want to meet President Li!"

Ji Weixi looked up at her. "Who is more important, President Li or my son? You're my a.s.sistant, and you would eventually run into him in CBS if not today."

Tian Miaomiao was at once listless. "Fine."

It was a no go then!

"Does it still hurt?" Ji Weixi put her palm over the little one's stomach and rubbed it gently.

The tot shook his head and said endearingly, "Mommy, I want to sleep."

"Then sleep. Tell Miaomiao if it hurts, understand?"

At the same time, Ji Weixi felt very aggrieved with Li Shaoling.

She could have stayed home to care for her son if he did not force her to attend his engagement ceremony!

That despicable man.

The little one closed his eyes. It did not take long for his breath to even out and he fell asleep.

After Ji Weixi cleared things up, she told Tian Miaomiao, "Sorry for the trouble. Take him to the hospital if he gets worse."

Tian Miaomiao bade her a tearful farewell. "Go, Xixi!"

After Ji Weixi left, Tian Miaomiao quietly closed his bedroom door after making sure he slept.

That was when the little brat abruptly opened his eyes. His eyes were lucid and there was no hint of pain at all.

Taking out his mobile phone, he dialed a number. "Li Shaoling? Let's runnow!"

Li Shaoling was in a car. His eyes were closed for a brief rest on the way to the Ji family's house. 

He remembered that young, tender voice.

It was Ji Weixi's son.

However, he frowned at his choice of words. "What?"

What did 'runnow' even mean?

Was that a new word?

"It means let us have a meeting," the tot said.

"And why should I meet you?"

He was nothing but a brat. Who did he think he was?

"If you don't meet me, I guarantee that you'll regret it for the rest of your life."

Why did the child speak just like an adult?

Li Shaoling's eyes narrowed. "Give me a reason."

Usually, he would have hung up at once and wasted no more time with the conversation. 

However, that child somehow kept him patient.

It was really bizarre.

"You'll know when you meet me," the tot said mysteriously. "I'll send you the address."

Li Shaoling could not say anything.

He was actually being manipulated by a brat.

Ji Weixi herself was an unusual woman, just as her son was an unusual child.

Truly, a family of singularities.

"Boss, what is it?" Jiang Cong asked nosily as he drove.

Li Shaoling furrowed his brow as he stared at the address messaged to him. "Head to Nan Yue café."

For some reason, he had the feeling that a mysterious force was leading him to a certain truth…