He broke his vows for her, and a tycoon descended to earth for love.

It was Bei Bei's voice. Si Yi quickly grabbed Jiang Yan Hui's unruly hands, glaring at him in annoyance. "Stop bothering me, our son is outside, I need to go out."

She said it casually, but it sounded completely different to Jiang Yan Hui.

What does it taste like?

It tastes like home...

This is his beloved woman, and outside is his son. Of course, he also has a lovely and intelligent daughter. He is holding his beloved woman in his arms, and his son is knocking on the door outside, calling out, "Mom, come out quickly!" This is what home feels like.

Jiang Yan felt as if her frozen heart from the previous night had been pierced by a strong ray of sunlight and was slowly melting away.

In truth, he has no regrets. No matter how high his position, there are many times when people are powerless to change anything, and it's impossible to be perfect. He already possesses so much beauty; why dwell on the less-than-ideal aspects?

"Okay, let's get up and go see our son." He reached out and pinched her cheek, smiled contentedly, lifted the thin blanket, put his feet on the ground, bent down to pick up his pants from the carpet, looked around but couldn't find underwear, so he simply put the pants on loosely, without even fastening the belt, and zipped them up. "Go take a shower, I want to talk to Beibei alone for a few minutes."

Siyi, clutching the bedsheet with one hand and picking up her clothes from the floor with the other, looked up at Jiang Yanhui upon hearing this—

His upper body was bare, and his strong waist had no belt. His black trousers hung loosely around his waist. Although they weren't about to fall down, they looked a bit too... casual.

It's undeniable that Jiang Yanhui is handsome and has a great figure. No matter what he wears, it seems to be tailor-made for him. At this moment, he looks so unkempt, even his black hair is a bit messy. But for some reason, the way he stands by the bed gives off an indescribable sexy and charming vibe. That kind of languor seems to come from his very bones. Even without clothes, he gives off a luxurious feeling.

Perhaps his aristocratic air emanated from his very bones.

"Baby, if you keep staring at me like that, it'll tempt me to commit a crime." Seeing that she hadn't moved for a long time and was just staring at her, Jiang Yan spread her arms on the bed and leaned slightly towards her. "Are you satisfied with what you see?"

Siyi's heart skipped a beat, and she secretly scolded herself for being so weak. How long had she been with this man? Why did she always blush and feel her heart race whenever he got close? She was clearly a mother, yet she always acted like a little girl!

"I'm going to take a shower." She grabbed her clothes from the floor, wrapped herself in a thin blanket, and jumped out of bed, almost fleeing in panic.

Jiang Yan looked at the several obvious and ambiguous red dots on her fair back, which were left by him last night. This woman's body was marked with his mark, and he felt extremely satisfied, and his mood became even more pleasant.

Bei Bei waited at the door for a long time before Jiang Yan finally opened the door and walked out. However, he didn't expose his chest; the wrinkled shirt from last night, still smelling of alcohol, was still on him.

"Ugh, Uncle, you're so unhygienic!" To everyone's surprise, as soon as they stepped outside, Beibei pinched her nose in disgust, her face full of contempt. "You were drinking yesterday, weren't you? You were drunk, and you're still wearing these clothes today, they stink!"

Jiang Yan's eyes twitched, and she subconsciously bent down to smell her chest. There was a hint of alcohol, but it shouldn't be as smelly as this brat said, right?

"Well, it's not that I'm unhygienic, it's just that I don't have any clean clothes to change into." Faced with the facts, he couldn't refute them, but he also couldn't forget to save face for himself.

“That’s easy, go and wear your uncle’s clothes.” Beibei volunteered and raised her hand, saying very enthusiastically, “Uncle, you and your uncle seem to be about the same height, your uncle’s clothes will definitely fit you, I’ll take you there.”

"Uncle?" Jiang Yan raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Who's your uncle?"

Why is this kid randomly claiming relatives? When did he suddenly have an uncle?

Wait... could it be Ye Zhenghao?

He then remembered that Ye Zhenghao seemed to have been in City B all along!

“Of course I call Mommy’s brother Uncle!” Beibei’s face was full of admiration and envy when she mentioned Ye Zhenghao. Jiang Yan’s eyes felt like they were filled with thorns when she saw that expression. “Uncle is so amazing! He’s a policeman, and he even carries a gun! Uncle told me that he used to catch bad guys, but now he’s the one who directs others to catch bad guys! He’s so awesome!”

They called him that weird uncle, but called Ye Zhenghao "uncle" affectionately. Not only did they call him "uncle" repeatedly, but they also talked about how amazing he was with such admiration.

Ah!

Jiang Yan sneered inwardly. He reached up and pulled up his pants, then squatted down to be at eye level with Bei Bei before saying disdainfully, "He's just a policeman. How capable can he be? Bei Bei, do you know what kind of man is truly capable?"

He needs to seriously consider his son's misconceptions. Besides, he originally planned to talk to Beibei about what happened in the elevator earlier, and he might even tell him that he is his biological father. But he hasn't said it yet, and his son's heart is already with another man. How can that be?

Isn't it said that a father is the most unwavering idol for his children? How come it's different for him? When did that Ye Zhenghao dare to interfere? He deserves to die!

"What kind of man is the most powerful?" The little guy seemed quite interested in this topic, his dark eyes staring intently at Jiang Yan Hui.

Jiang Yan raised an eyebrow confidently, her handsome face leaning closer to her son's. "What do you think? What kind of man did you see?"

Bei Bei was still young, and his brain wasn't quite up to the task at first. He couldn't quite grasp the idea, so he just looked at Jiang Yan Hui and thought about the question he asked. He said directly, "What I saw was an uncle! Uncle, tell me, what kind of man is the most powerful?"

Still don't understand?

Jiang Yan coughed lightly and explained patiently, "Beibei, the man you see now is the most powerful man. Do you understand now?"

………！！

After all that, he was just indirectly saying that he was the most powerful man?

At this moment, Bei Bei finally understood, and of course, she also understood just how vain this man in front of her was!

So what if he's his dad? He still didn't give him any face, and just scoffed with a disdainful "tsk," looking at him with contempt and disgust. "You think you're the best? Uncle, my teacher and mom both taught me that if others say you're good, then you're truly good. If you only say you're good, then you're just a pretty face!"

"W-what?" Jiang Yan was provoked by his last "embroidered pillow" comment, and her lips twitched. "Embroidered pillow?"

You little rascal, even a pretty face knows this?

Could Jiang Yanhui be just a pretty face with no substance? How could he possibly be a pretty face with no substance?!

"Your uncle is no match for me at all. If we're talking about all show and no substance, I think he's the real 'all show and no substance'." He snorted. This time he wasn't lying. Five years ago, he had fought Ye Zhenghao many times, and each time he had held back for Siyi's sake. Ye Zhenghao was no match for him at all.

Beibei, however, simply didn't believe him. "How could that be?! Uncle's muscles are amazing. I touched them last night. He has six-pack abs, and his arms are really, really strong. Plus, he has a gun. How could he possibly lose to you!" Her little brows furrowed, her expression already showing impatience. "Uncle, stop trying to flatter yourself. Even if you can't compare to Uncle, I won't look down on you. Mom told me last time that everyone has their own talents, so you don't need to worry too much. You definitely have your strengths too! We should learn to learn from others' strengths and make up for our own weaknesses!"

What does it mean that everyone has their own unique talents? And what does it mean to learn from others' strengths and make up for one's own weaknesses?

That damned Ye Zhenghao, what kind of spell did he cast on his son? Now this brat has switched sides and is completely siding with that uncle, whom he hasn't even acknowledged as his father yet!

Jiang Yan Hui was naturally unwilling to accept this. He hadn't liked Ye Zheng Hao that much to begin with, and now his own son was directly comparing him to Ye Zheng Hao and completely dominating him. He was even more unhappy. He reached out and ripped open his shirt, pointed to his chest, and said in a self-righteous but actually childish tone, "Six-pack abs are nothing! See? I have eight-pack abs! Feel them, they're all real!"

"What are you doing?"

The two, one big and one small, were engrossed in studying their abs when a soft female voice suddenly broke through their silence behind them. Siyi had heard the conversation at the door as soon as she stepped out of the bathroom. She thought Jiang Yan Hui must be talking to Bei Bei, but why wasn't he coming in? After drying her hair and getting dressed, she still hadn't seen the father and son enter. So she went to the door, and as soon as she opened it, she heard Jiang Yan Hui's last words—

She felt as if a dark cloud had drifted over her head, accompanied by three crows, and stared in disbelief at the man kneeling on one knee before his son.

"Mom!" Beibei skipped over Jiang Yanhui and hugged Siyi's leg. Pointing at Jiang Yanhui, who was still frozen in shock, she excitedly began to tattle, "Uncle was proving to me that he's the most powerful man in the world. He said that Uncle is his defeated opponent and that he has eight-pack abs. I didn't even want to see them, but he insisted on taking off his clothes to show me! Mom, didn't you say that comparing yourself to others is shameful? I've already lectured Uncle. I said that everyone has their own talents, and we should learn from others' strengths to make up for our weaknesses, but Uncle doesn't seem to agree."