He unexpectedly becomes a father at the start of his life, and the mother of his child is a national

Chen Hao safely escorted Sisi into the kindergarten campus. After watching the little one follow the teacher into the teaching building and confirming that the child was completely settled, he turned and walked out of the kindergarten gate.

Instead of turning around and going home as usual, he slowly got into his car, closed the door, and shut out the noise from outside.

He raised his hand to rub his temples, took a short rest, then turned the key to start the engine. The car vibrated slightly and slowly drove out of the temporary parking space on the side of the road.

He had something on his mind, so he kept an eye on the traffic in front and behind him, and didn't drive fast, deliberately circling around the streets near the kindergarten.

The car was driven at a very steady speed, and the driver looked just like any other parent who had dropped off their child, wasn't in a hurry to go to work, and was leisurely strolling around. There was nothing unusual about it.

This is the third time he has circled the track.

Chen Hao appeared to be driving normally with his eyes on the road ahead, but he kept glancing at the rearview mirror inside the car out of the corner of his eye.

Just then, a gray sedan appeared steadily in the rearview mirror.

This is the car; he's noticed it more than once in the past few days.

The other party maintained a distance that was neither too close nor too far, neither overtaking nor closing in, nor losing him, just quietly hanging behind him, like a shadow that he could not shake off.

Chen Hao was now completely certain that the other party was specifically there to follow him.

But he didn't panic at all. He neither sped up to shake off his opponent nor deliberately took a detour to test them. His expression was as calm as if nothing had happened.

He raised his hand to turn on the turn signal, signaled his turn, and steadily turned the car around, heading towards the outskirts of the city.

He was very familiar with this suburban area; ahead lay a newly built commercial district with a large parking lot.

There are hardly any vehicles or pedestrians on weekdays, making it exceptionally quiet, the perfect place to have a peaceful conversation. There's no need to get entangled in crowded and noisy places.

The car drove smoothly for about fifteen minutes before entering the newly developed commercial area.

Most of the shops here haven't officially opened yet, the whole street is deserted, there are almost no pedestrians on the road, and the parking spaces on both sides of the road are all empty, making it look very empty.

Chen Hao drove straight into the innermost parking lot, deliberately choosing the most secluded and innermost empty space to park. He then turned off the engine, unbuckled his seatbelt, and leaned back in his seat without getting out of the car immediately.

He looked in the rearview mirror again and clearly saw the gray sedan pause for a second at the parking lot entrance, as if hesitating, before slowly driving in.

The other party clearly didn't want to get too close and reveal their intentions, so they eventually stopped slowly two car lengths behind Chen Hao's car and turned off their engine as well.

The parking lot fell into a deathly silence. The two cars remained motionless, standing still.

The silence lasted for several seconds before Chen Hao broke the stalemate.

He reached out and pushed open the car door, then stepped down, his movements calm and composed.

He then casually straightened his collar, smoothing out the fine wrinkles, his expression relaxed, showing no sign of tension or vigilance, and walked unhurriedly toward the gray sedan behind him.

He walked to the driver's side window of the other car, stopped steadily, and gently knocked on the window three times.

The car windows were covered with thick, dark privacy film, providing excellent sealing. From the outside, it was impossible to see anything inside the car, not even the outlines of the people inside.

After knocking three times, there was no response from inside the car. No windows were opened, and there was no sound, as if no one was inside at all.

Chen Hao remained calm and did not increase the force of his blows. He maintained a steady rhythm and tapped three more times.

This time, the car window finally responded.

The glass slid down slowly, gradually revealing the interior of the car.

An elderly face slowly appeared at the window.

The old man looked to be in his sixties, with a head of white hair that was neatly combed. He wore thin-rimmed gold-rimmed glasses and a simple dark jacket, giving him a refined and unassuming appearance.

However, his face was unusually tense, revealing obvious panic. His eyes were darting around, and he didn't dare to look directly at Chen Hao standing outside the car. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly uncontrollably, and his whole demeanor was extremely unnatural.

"Hello, how can I help you?"

Chen Hao spoke first, his tone calm and gentle, without a trace of accusation or aggression, as if he were casually asking a stranger passing by, his emotions perfectly composed.

The old man's throat moved; his voice was dry and hoarse, clearly from extreme nervousness. He subconsciously swallowed, his saliva dry, and stammered:

"I...I'm fine."

After saying that, he hurriedly added, trying to cover up his actions: "I just... happened to be passing by."

Chen Hao stared straight into his eyes, neither replying nor looking away, simply gazing at him quietly.

The simple silence carried an invisible sense of oppression.

The old man felt extremely uncomfortable under Chen Hao's gaze, and his anxiety intensified. He couldn't bear the direct stare and could only subconsciously lower his head, avoiding eye contact with Chen Hao.

"They followed me from the entrance of the residential area all the way to the kindergarten, and then from the kindergarten to here."

Chen Hao maintained his calm and even tone, devoid of any emotion or anger, yet each word was clear and distinct, exposing the other party's lies.

"The trajectory of this journey cannot be simply something that could be achieved by passing through."

The old man's face drained of color instantly, his expression changed drastically, and he could no longer maintain his previous pretense.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something in his defense, but the words caught in his throat and he couldn't utter a single one.

The facts are clear, and any explanation seems weak and powerless.

After a long stalemate, the old man let out a long sigh, as if he had completely given up on pretending.

He raised his hand to remove the gold-rimmed glasses from the bridge of his nose, carefully wiping the lenses with the corner of his jacket to ease his embarrassment and panic, and to calm his chaotic emotions.

"I'm sorry." The old man's voice turned completely somber, filled with remorse and regret. "I didn't mean to follow you."

"Then what do you mean? There must be a reason why you're following me like this," Chen Hao asked calmly.

The old man slowly put his glasses back on and looked up at Chen Hao.

The panic in his eyes had slowly faded, replaced by an exceptionally complex emotion.

A mixture of deep guilt, barely concealed embarrassment, and an intensely pure, almost obsessive desire made Chen Hao unable to see through or understand it.

"I am Yu Mobai," the old man solemnly announced his name, his tone sincere. "The president of the Huaxia Calligraphy and Painting Association."