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"Zimo's dad! Zimo's dad, are you asleep?"

It was Shen Xinyu's voice.

Gu Ziming was startled and hurriedly said into the phone, "Mom, I'll hang up now, that little burden is here," before quickly hanging up.

He took a deep breath, tried to adjust his facial expression, deeply hiding the impatience and disgust in his eyes, and put on a gentle and loving smile before walking over and opening the door.

Outside the door, Shen Xinyu, wearing pink pajamas, was holding a broken Lego toy and looking at him expectantly.

"Daddy Zimo, my castle is broken. Can you help me put it back together?"

Looking at that complicated Lego toy, Gu Ziming was already incredibly annoyed.

During his six months in the US, in order to please Shen Qinghan, he had to hold his nose and coax this little girl every day. He played with her on these silly toys, told her those boring bedtime stories, and did it countless times. He was already disgusted with it.

But he knew now was not the time to turn against her. This little girl was the best card he could play against Shen Qinghan.

"Okay, Xinyu, good girl, Daddy Zimo will help you put it together right away."

Gu Ziming deliberately showed great patience, squatted down, took the Lego toys, and pulled Shen Xinyu to sit down on the carpet in the room, and began to assemble them piece by piece.

While he was putting things together, he also told Shen Xinyu a story in a gentle voice, making the little girl giggle.

Just then, the door to the guest room was gently pushed open.

Shen Qinghan walked in carrying a cup of hot milk.

She had just reached the door when she saw this heartwarming scene.

Gu Ziming sat patiently on the carpet, holding Lego bricks in his hand, looking at Shen Xinyu with tender eyes. Her daughter nestled beside Gu Ziming with an adoring expression, laughing so happily and without any guardedness.

At that moment, a warm feeling welled up in Shen Qinghan's heart.

This is the home she wanted, and this is the father her daughter should have.

In comparison, Jiang Ye, that good-for-nothing who can only cook and sweep the floor and can't even afford a toy, is utterly useless.

"Zi Mo, thank you for your hard work." Shen Qinghan walked over, placed the hot milk on the table, and looked at Gu Zi Mo with gentle eyes. "I've spoiled Xin Yu. She still comes to bother you so late at night."

Gu Ziming looked up, feigning surprise with a smile: "Qinghan, what are you saying? I like Xinyu so much, how could I feel it's hard? As long as she's happy, I'm willing to do anything."

"You're just too good-tempered," Shen Qinghan sighed, sincerely praising, "You're so much better than Jiang Ye. When Jiang Ye was raising Xinyu, he just let her do whatever she wanted and didn't know how to guide her at all. Xinyu is so lucky to have a father like you."

Hearing Shen Qinghan's praise, Gu Ziming felt a little guilty.

He thought to himself that it was fortunate he reacted quickly and hung up on his mother in time, thus completing his "benevolent father" act. If Shen Qinghan had heard him call Shen Xinyu "little burden" on the phone, all his efforts over the past six months would have been in vain.

Gu Ziming patiently assembled the Lego set and gently coaxed Shen Xinyu for a while. Finally, unable to resist her drowsiness, Shen Xinyu leaned against Gu Ziming's chest and fell into a deep sleep.

Shen Qinghan stepped forward, carefully picked up her daughter, and took her back to the children's room on the second floor.

When she returned to her room on the first floor and was about to say goodnight to Gu Ziming, Gu Ziming took the opportunity to close the door, grabbed her hand, and pulled her into his arms with a little force.

"Qinghan, don't mention that spoilsport." Gu Ziming wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, rested his chin on her shoulder, and said in a low, ambiguous voice, "Tonight... don't leave, stay and keep me company."

Feeling Gu Ziming's warmth and masculine aura, Shen Qinghan's body stiffened slightly, and her cheeks instantly turned red to the roots of her ears.

She struggled slightly in a panic, her eyes darting around, and hesitated before saying, "Zimo, this...this isn't quite right, is it?"

"What's wrong?" Gu Ziming asked knowingly, but his grip on her hand didn't loosen at all.

"This is, after all, China, at home..." Shen Qinghan bit her lip, feeling somewhat awkward.

Although the two had been passionately in love for the past six months in the large villa they rented in the US, and had long since crossed the final line and slept together, this was, after all, a villa on a hillside, the home she and Jiang Ye had lived in for seven years.

In the walk-in closet of the master bedroom upstairs, there might even be a few old clothes that Jiang Ye hadn't taken with him. In this house, just a few days after Jiang Ye moved out, he openly shared a bed with another man, which made Shen Qinghan, who always prided herself on being aloof, feel somewhat uncomfortable and secretly guilty.

Gu Ziming saw through her thoughts at a glance.

He cursed inwardly, "What are you pretending to be so innocent for?" but on the surface, he acted even more affectionate.

He turned Shen Qinghan around, cupped her face in his hands, his eyes lingering, and his tone carried a hint of grievance and coquettishness: "Qinghan, what are you thinking? Back in the US, didn't we sleep together every day? You already belong to me, so what are you being shy about?"

"But……"

"No buts." Gu Ziming interrupted her, gently stroking her cheek with his thumb, sweet words flowing freely, "In the past six months abroad, I've gotten used to holding you every night while we sleep. Now you're making me sleep alone in this cold guest room. Without you by my side, I simply can't sleep. Can you bear to see me suffering from insomnia here alone?"

Hearing Gu Ziming's heartfelt confession and seeing his handsome yet slightly aggrieved face, Shen Qinghan's initial concerns and discomfort vanished instantly.

Yeah, that good-for-nothing Jiang Ye has already gotten out on his own and even blocked her number, so what am I worried about?

Zi Mo is the man she truly loves, a perfect partner who can help her in her career and be considerate of her in life.

"Well... okay." Shen Qinghan blushed and responded in a barely audible voice. Then she looked up at Gu Ziming with a longing look in her eyes. "However, let's go upstairs to the master bedroom. The bed in the guest room is a bit small and uncomfortable to sleep in."

Upon hearing this, a flash of wild joy appeared in Gu Ziming's eyes.

The master bedroom! That's where Jiang Ye used to sleep!

"Okay, whatever you say." Gu Ziming picked Shen Qinghan up in his arms and strode towards the door.

Shen Qinghan exclaimed in surprise, and instinctively wrapped her arms around Gu Ziming's neck, burying her burning cheeks in his chest.

Holding the shy Shen Qinghan in his arms, Gu Ziming walked step by step up the stairs to the second floor. The smile on his lips gradually turned cold and smug.

Jiang Ye, do you see this? Your house, your wife, your daughter—they'll all belong to me, Gu Ziming, right now!

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