A number of years later, when the pudgy little king of jealousy grew up and flipped through this series of cartoons, he pursed his lips as he looked through them, tugging on his sister’s sleeve as he did so. “Sis, why did you make that big king of jealousy so handsome? He’s clearly old and ill-tempered, so this drawing is too fake! You have to change it!”

Cheng Xi overheard this in passing, and she once again confirmed that they were truly father and son.

But at this point, Cheng Xi was too tired to talk to Lu Chenzhou about it, pretending that she hadn’t heard the last few words that he’d said, and only paying attention to his “I agree”.

Chen Jiaman was sensitive and easily thought too much about things. Before anything had happened, she’d already scared herself half to death, so when Cheng Xi talked to her, she tried to be tactful but direct. Seeing her curled up in a corner, she smiled...