Woke Up And Had A Baby With My Mortal Enemy - Chapter 11

The last ray of sunset light fell on Hang Sizhou’s cheek, flickering as his body rose and fell.

“He just doesn’t know how to express himself sometimes.” After a moment, Xiao Hang looked away and bent down.

The little girl blinked her big eyes, not understanding what her Dà Daddy was talking about.

Xiao Hang stretched out his hand and pinched her chubby cheeks: “It doesn’t matter if you don’t understand. All you need to know is that both of your dads love you very much.”

Xiao Zhihan nodded seriously.

Jing Qing talked to Hang Sizhou about his work.

Xiao Hang had already cleared the dining table and entered the kitchen.

Xiao Zhihan was still sitting there with her calves dangling. When she saw him coming in, her eyes suddenly lit up.

Hang Sizhou had just left to pick a phone call, but why was it that the little girl looked at him differently?

It must be that after spending a lot of time together, Hanhan was exposed to his brilliant charms, increasing her love for him even more.

Hang Sizhou felt happy and took the little girl’s hand: “Do you still want to watch TV? Let’s continue watching.”

“Yeah, but wait a minute!”

Xiao Zhihan clicked on the phone watch on her wrist, jogged to the kitchen door, and took a photograph of Xiao Hang who was washing dishes inside.

Hang Sizhou: “What are you going to do with that photograph?”

Xiao Zhihan: “I’ll show it to Xiao Feifei.”

Hang Sizhou: “Huh?”

After neatly sending the photo on WeChat, Xiao Zhihan raised her head and said with a serious face: “In the past, Xiao Feifei always said that his father was handsome and could even cook and do housework. So I want to show it off too. So I took a picture of Dà Dad washing dishes and told him that my Dà Dad is handsome too!”

Hang Sizhou was noncommittal: “You are so young, do you even know what handsomeness is?”

The little girl’s big eyes were shining with excitement: “Of course I know! Don’t you also think that Dà daddy is handsome?!”

Hang Sizhou’s brows were beating wildly, and he thought to himself that a person like Xiao Hang was just a bitch and a pretentious person. He had nothing to do despite being handsome!

After sending the photos, Xiao Zhihan went to watch TV.

Hang Sizhou watched for a while, then got up and went to the toilet.

When he returned, by some mistake, he turned to the kitchen.

The kitchen door was open.

The man stood by the sink, bending down to wash the pot that he had almost burned down earlier.

He was wearing short sleeves, and as he scrubbed, his arm muscles were highlighted from time to time. They looked smooth and powerful.

Hang Sizhou’s eyes gradually shifted from his arms to the man’s strong and broad shoulders.

The difference in Xiao Hang from the highschool time to the present is that he was no longer thin now. His whole body was full of the hormones and power of a mature man.

He couldn’t take his eyes away for a while.

After looking at it for a long time, Hang Sizhou touched his chin.

Xiao Zhihan seems to be right.

Men who take the initiative to do housework are actually really attractive.

Xiao Hang happened to turn around and found Hang Sizhou standing at the door staring at him.

He raised an eyebrow: “Want to help out?”

Hang Sizhou immediately took two steps back, with disdain on his face: “Real men will never wash dishes.”

Xiao Hang lowered his head and looked at the rag in his hand and the pot soaked in detergent bubbles.

“…”

When Hang Sizhou returned to the living room, he found Hanhan, who was watching TV in high spirits, had actually fallen asleep on the arm of the sofa.

The colourful lights from the TV screen hit her delicate little face, and her hanging eyelashes looked like two colourful little fans.

Why was it that she resembled her dad so much even when she was sleeping?

Hang Sizhou reached out and touched her. His fingertips touched her bulging cheeks, and he couldn’t help but pinch them.

Soft.

When he was about to squeeze her cheeks once again, he heard footsteps behind him.

“I guess she didn’t nap in the afternoon.” Xiao Hang walked around Hang Sizhou, bent down and picked up Xiao Zhihan.

Hang Sizhou: “What should we do? Just continue to let her sleep like this?”

“Let her sleep for a while,” Xiao Hang said, “My mother said that her work has been dealt with in advance. She will pick up Hanhan later.”

Hang Sizhou opened his eyes wide: “So fast?”

As he spoke, there was a bit of reluctance in his voice that he himself was unaware of.

Xiao Hang identified it and glanced at him unexpectedly.

Realising that Xiao Hang was going to take their daughter to the guest bedroom, Hang Sizhou immediately stopped him: “Take her to the master bedroom.”

After waking up yesterday, Hang Sizhou had made himself very familiar with the layout of the house. Thus, he knew that although the guest bedroom was tidied regularly, it still looked like it had not been occupied for a long time. Such a room was not a suitable place for children to sleep.

Xiao Hang’s movements stiffened for a moment, and he looked at Hang Sizhou again with unhidden surprise in his eyes.

From yesterday to today, Hang Sizhou had given him too many surprises.

He had to think about his motives again and again. Why was Hang Sizhou doing this?

Hang Sizhou sat back on the sofa again.

He turned his back to Xiao Hang and did not notice that the man had been standing in the corridor for a long time, staring at him with an increasingly deep and complicated gaze.

Hang Sizhou wanted to turn off the TV, but he accidentally pressed back to the home page. He saw a movie recommended on the screen which he had originally wanted to watch in the cinema.

Unexpectedly, before he could’ve watched it, he ended up waking up in the future ten years later.

It was better to watch it now without having to pay. Hang Sizhou confidently clicked on it.

It was a quasi-biographical film that told the story of the growth of Huang Yang, a pianist that Hang Sizhou liked very much.

It was said that the script was read to Huang Yang and had received his approval.

There were footsteps behind him, and Hang Sizhou turned around: “Is she sleeping well?”

Xiao Hang nodded.

Hang Sizhou raised the volume feeling a little relieved.

Just now, he was afraid of disturbing Xiao Zhihan’s sleep, so he had directly muted the audio.

In order to have a good playback effect, Hang Sizhou turned off the lights in the living room, leaving only the cold white light of the screen and the warm light leaking from the corridor.

Shortly after the movie started, Xiao Hang came over holding a tablet and sat next to Hang Sizhou.

Hang Sizhou didn’t want to share his happy movie-watching time with Xiao Hang, but ever since the man sat down, he only looked at his tablet, barely making his presence visible.

Hang Sizhou didn’t want to argue with him and ruin his mood, so he quickly focused on the movie.

Huang Yang had an unhappy childhood, but unlike other musicians, his playing was still full of vitality.

Hang Sizhou remembered that when he had listened to the other party’s performance for the first time, his emotions were like a stream rushing down from the mountains. He was extremely excited.

It was also at that moment that he fell in love with the piano.

Although later he had to give up playing the piano due to some unfortunate things, it still did not prevent him from always liking such a pianist.

Unexpectedly, Huang Yang’s childhood was more unhappy than he had imagined. His childhood was accompanied by his father’s cheating, domestic violence, etc., which led to his other father who had given birth to him to commit suicide by slitting his wrists.

The tone of the film was dark and melancholic.

The little child, with his hair dishevelled, ran on bare toes into the long corridor.

The camera followed his main point of view— the sudden darkening of his vision, the clatter of footsteps, and the child’s rapid and chaotic breathing.

Hang Sizhou yelled madly in his heart.

Wasn’t this a biopic? Why were they using such a subjective shooting style?

Since he was a child, Hang Sizhou had been afraid of nothing but ghost movies, as well as suspense movies with the same shooting style as ghost movies.

Hang Sizhou shrank into a ball, his hands holding on tightly to the armrests of the sofa, not daring to make a sound.

He could have chosen to pause the movie, but Xiao Hang was sitting next to him. He found it better to be scared to death than for the other party to find out that he was actually afraid of such silly things.

The child finally walked through the long dark corridor and stood at the bathroom door.

His hand, which was so thin that only bones remained, pressed against the door panel. Across the door, his father was lying in a pool of blood, and a bright red handprint was visible on the door.

“Dad?” A weak voice sounded in the silent air.

Hang Sizhou’s whole body shivered, and his heart almost stopped.

Before his brain could issue another command, his body had betrayed his conscience. He had automatically turned over and jumped into the arms of the person next to him.

His hands and legs were wrapped around Xiao Hang’s body like a koala.

“Dad?!”

Another shout, this time much clearer than before.

It was still somewhat familiar.

Before Hang Sizhou could react, the man held his waist with one hand, grabbed the remote which had been thrown aside and pressed the pause button.

“Hanhan? Are you awake?”

Hang Sizhou stiffened his head and looked towards the corridor.

The little girl rubbed her eyes and stood at the entrance of the corridor, looking at them with confusion.

“Dad, what are you two doing?”