You Zhi’s current life was actually quite carefree. During the day, he worked online as a content creator and streamer. Ever since his match against a professional had landed on trending topics, his popularity had remained high.
Some professional players even extended invitations to him. You Zhi was already in his twenties and had a very clear understanding of his age, so he turned them all down one by one.
Once, during a professional player’s livestream, someone in the comments casually asked, “When is Daddy Zhi going pro?”
The professional player replied, “We invited him. He refused.”
Because of that refusal, You Zhi made the game’s trending list again that night.
#Million-Follower Gaming Creator Refuses to Join Professional Team#
That finally piqued esports fans’ curiosity. Who was this guy? How good could he possibly be if he would not even join a professional team?
Then they watched one of You Zhi’s livestreams.
[Daddy Zhi! Daddy Zhi! Daddy Zhi!]
You Zhi had dyed his hair again recently. This time, the pink was layered, making it even brighter and more striking, with the ends almost resembling red.
Summer had arrived and the weather was brutally hot. The air conditioner in You Zhi’s apartment had broken these past few days, and the repairman could not come until tomorrow.
You Zhi was dying from the heat at night. While livestreaming, he tied his hair into a little apple-top ponytail, and his blue headphones had two cat ears on them.
He wore a sleeveless T-shirt that exposed his lean, defined muscles.
During this period, You Zhi had insisted on going to the gym every day. If the biological hierarchy could not be changed, then he needed to make himself stronger.
After lifting weights for two months straight, his body was not insanely impressive or anything, but it at least had clear definition.
The longer he played, the hotter You Zhi became.
He was already irritated, and the support happened to be useless. Not only were they glued to their romantic partner, their mouth was filthy too.
You Zhi never indulged that kind of behavior.
“You two think the Rift is your bed? You’ve been attached at the hip for half the match—what stamina. Planning a five-person group session too? If you’re dating, do you have to announce it to the whole world? You think this is your wedding venue? Did you fucking come to the Rift for your honeymoon? Should the red and blue buffs stand there as your witnesses too?”
You Zhi kept talking while his hands never stopped, taking out the enemy jungler. “If your partner were actually good, fine. But what kind of garbage is this? With your economy, even the enemy can’t be bothered killing you. The gold they’d get from you wouldn’t even be enough to buy your urn.”
You Zhi clicked his tongue. Covered in sweat, he casually ran a hand through his hair.
And that very night—
#Daddy Zhi’s Fragrant Shoulder#
It started because while You Zhi was playing, the sleeveless shirt had slipped down. His movements were large, exposing half of one shoulder.
You Zhi thought: Good thing I’ve been working out this past month. Look at that curve. Tsk, tsk, tsk. How could anyone survive it?
That night, unedited screenshots from his livestream successfully broke out beyond his usual audience. People turned stream captures into profile pictures and spread them around online. Netizens thought they were just pretty images from the internet and used them as avatars without caring who the person in the picture was. If it looked good, that was enough.
And so, relying on that face of his, You Zhi gained another batch of followers.
Ever since becoming friends with Jiang Ye, You Zhi would occasionally wander over to the red-light district, either helping Jiang Ye keep an eye on the place or chatting with a few cute little Os.
Only chatting. He still had a very clear understanding of his current secondary sex.
What he could not understand was why every one of these little Os insisted on chasing As… Wouldn’t an earth-shattering OO romance be great?!
That day, he and Jiang Ye went out to a bar together. On the way back, they went to the underground parking garage to get the car. Jiang Ye stepped aside midway to take a phone call.
You Zhi waited there for him.
A car drove in. You Zhi glanced over.
Oh? A limited-edition Maybach.
The driver first opened the rear door. Immediately afterward, You Zhi saw a man wearing a cap get out of the back seat with a child in his arms.
The man had an exceptionally striking presence and perfectly proportioned build. Even You Zhi, who normally walked down the street without looking left or right, could not resist taking a few extra glances.
Broad shoulders, narrow waist, a sharp jawline. Too bad he could not see the face clearly…
You Zhi shifted to the side, trying to get a better look.
The next second, more than a dozen people rushed past behind him at full speed, one of them nearly bowling him over.
“What the fuck was that?” You Zhi rubbed the arm that had been knocked and frowned at the scene in front of him.
More than a dozen people were holding phones, shrieking and lunging forward like vicious dogs fighting over food. Even You Zhi was genuinely startled.
Looking back at the man who had just stepped out of the car, he had retreated inside again. At least a dozen security guards poured out of several cars behind him and blocked the doors.
“So he’s a celebrity,” You Zhi said.
No wonder. His body really was pretty good…
Jiang Ye drove over and honked. “You Zhi, get in.”
You Zhi answered and climbed in.
Shen Zichen had originally been on a private trip this time, taking Cub to see a doctor. He had not expected to be surrounded by stalker fans.
Outside the vehicle, people chattered and shouted in a chaotic mass. Inside, the atmosphere was oppressively low, and the driver barely dared breathe.
Shen Zichen removed his cap, Cub in his arms. “Tell Zhao Rui to come handle this. We’ll leave through the back exit.”
The driver hummed. “Yes.”
Suddenly, Cub mumbled something in his arms, pushed himself upright against Shen Zichen, and wrapped his arms around his neck.
Shen Zichen cupped Cub’s little feet to steady him. “Do you want to stand?”
Cub shook his head, sucking his index finger as he stared fixedly toward Zone E of the parking garage, his gaze following one particular car closely.
Shen Zichen rubbed the back of Cub’s neck and glanced outside. “What’s wrong?”
Cub suddenly pouted. His black eyes drooped too, and he plopped down onto Shen Zichen’s lap looking terribly aggrieved.
“Do you feel sick?” Shen Zichen rubbed his stomach. “Or are you hungry?”
Usually when Shen Zichen asked him questions, Cub would nod or shake his head. This time he said nothing, only opened his mouth and took several deep breaths.
Shen Zichen patiently soothed him. “Take your time. It’s okay.”
Cub hugged Shen Zichen’s neck and whimpered twice. He babbled several “ah” sounds, then let out another sound like a little puppy.
Shen Zichen’s features softened. He patted Cub’s back. “It’s all right. Don’t rush.”
“B…” Cub smacked his tiny lips a few times. “Bb.”
“Baby?” Shen Zichen asked gently.
Cub shook his head and mumbled, “Ba.”
“What do you want?”
Cub sniffled, held Shen Zichen’s face in both hands, and said pitifully, “Want.”
“Hm?” Shen Zichen smiled. “Can you say it a little more clearly? Daddy will try to understand.”
Cub pursed his lips, opened his mouth, and struggled to form the words. “Want… Dad… Daddy.”
It was the first complete sentence Cub had ever spoken.
Shen Zichen froze. Cub burrowed into his arms and rubbed against him.
Shen Zichen held him and rubbed his lower back, frowning slightly. He glanced into the rearview mirror just as the parking garage they had left slipped past behind them.
That evening, back at the apartment, Yan Fan came over to eat at You Zhi’s place. In reality, You Zhi had begged Yan Fan to come cook him a meal.
Yan Fan’s cooking was genuinely incredible. One taste could make You Zhi crave it for half a year.
“AAAAAAAH!” A bloodcurdling scream suddenly came from the kitchen.
You Zhi was gaming. He took off one side of his headset. “Did you see another rat? Trap it under a pot lid! I’ll come deal with it in a minute!”
Yan Fan: “AAAAAAAH!”
You Zhi’s hands kept moving over the keyboard. “Did the rat get away?”
Yan Fan rushed in with tears in his eyes.
You Zhi was startled enough that even his hands stopped. “Isn’t that a little dramatic? It’s just a rat…”
“My husband has a child…” Yan Fan said, utterly devastated.
A question mark practically appeared over You Zhi’s head. “Since when did you have a husband?”
Yan Fan held up his phone.
#Best Actor Shen Zichen Exposed as Having a Secret Child#
Shen Zichen?
You Zhi had heard that name before. His livestream had automated gift announcements, and IDs involving the name appeared from time to time.
For example: Shen Zichen’s Dream O, Shen Zichen’s Simp 9.0 Waiting to Become Official…
You Zhi gave an “oh.” “That super-famous one.”
“He actually has a child!” Yan Fan was still holding a kitchen knife. “I always thought Shen Zichen was frigid… I thought if I couldn’t have him, nobody else could either!”
You Zhi held a lollipop in his mouth, took Yan Fan’s phone, and scrolled through the trending topic.
Why did the photo attached to the trending topic look so familiar…?
He tapped into it.
Well, damn. Wasn’t this the photo taken that morning when he and Jiang Ye left the parking garage? So Shen Zichen was the Maybach owner holding that kid?
He had to admit, judging from the build alone, the man looked pretty handsome.
Then he looked at the media’s full-body photo.
You Zhi sucked in a breath.
Shen Zichen had a very distinctive face, the cool and restrained type. Yet when he smiled faintly, his brows and eyes filled with gentle warmth.
His eyes were long and narrow, and when the corners lifted slightly, he carried an effortless, controlled confidence.
“He is pretty handsome.” You Zhi rolled the lollipop around in his mouth and held up the parking-garage photo. “Look. I even got a picture with your husband and your husband’s kid.”
Yan Fan snapped back to reality and blinked.
You Zhi pointed at a tiny patch of pink in the background. “Here! That’s me! I watched him get surrounded by fans with my own eyes. Thinking about it still pisses me off. One of those fans almost plowed me into the floor.”
“What were you doing there?”
“Waiting for Jiang Ye.”
“Isn’t my husband insanely handsome?!” Yan Fan looked at You Zhi eagerly.
You Zhi sucked in a breath, spun once in his swivel chair, and rubbed his chin. “Pretty good body. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, nice ass, long straight legs.”
Yan Fan inhaled sharply.
You Zhi manually closed Yan Fan’s mouth. “Stop drooling.”
While they were talking, the trending topic pushed a new update.
“Hey! Your husband responded! He posted a statement,” You Zhi said.
Yan Fan hurried over.
In the video, Shen Zichen seemed to still be at home. He wore casual home clothes, his expression gentle yet composed and steady. Facing the camera, he spoke slowly and evenly.
“I do indeed have a child, born to me and a male omega. As for this gentleman, we no longer have any substantive relationship. After he became pregnant, we went through legal proceedings, and the court awarded me custody of the child. I am currently raising him. I will take good care of him as he grows up, and I hope the media will stop amplifying this matter.”
The attached images afterward were all photographs of various legal documents and procedures.
You Zhi lifted a brow. Very official.
Yan Fan’s eyes lit up. “I still have a chance! I’m going to be his stepdad!”
You Zhi:
