A Star Reborn: The Queen’s Return

From that day onwards, the baby would reach out for his hug whenever he saw Pei Ziheng.

He liked the buttons on Pei Ziheng’s high-class, tailored suit, and happily left a generous amount of drool on his suit. Pei Ziheng’s suit was practically destroyed every time he carried the baby.

However, Pei Ziheng did not mind at all.

He even secretly stopped smoking, for the sake of keeping the baby away from the smell of smoke on his suit.

Two males so different in size, getting along amicably.

Xia Ling saw the two of them getting along so well and felt a sense of relief. As long as Pei Ziheng liked the baby, the little one’s safety was guaranteed, nothing else mattered.

Xia Ling thanked Grandma Ye, for it was her appearance that brought about this possibility.

Grandma Ye chose to find Xia Ling for a chat on a bright, sunny afternoon.

She asked Xia Ling about the profile of the child. Xia Ling didn’t try to avoid the question and told Grandma Ye all that she could say. She told her that the child’s biological father was indeed another man.

Grandma Ye said, “Xia Ling, Grandma here knows you and Mr. Pei share the same pain. Your heart still pines for another man. However, women now often have to marry whoever they are to marry. Mr. Pei is already considered one of the best, and he treats you well. Even if he is not perfect, you should be content. Now that you have a child, and since you stayed by his side, you should continue to live on like this. Don’t choose to challenge yourself, and don’t choose to challenge fate.”

Xia Ling remained silent for a long while and gently nodded.

Grandma Ye praised her. “Now that’s a good girl.” She patted Xia Ling on the shoulders and left on her walking stick.

At the bottom of the wall creeping with ivy and flowers, Pei Ziheng listened quietly to the conversation. He didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but he happened to be walking by and overheard his name being mentioned in their conversation, and couldn’t resist stopping to listen.

He heard Grandma Ye persuading Xia Ling, and saw Xia Ling nodding her head.

At that moment, he felt a burst of hope and joy and felt as if the whole world lit up.

He just knew that one day, his Xiao Ling would come back to him.

Pei Ziheng’s expression softened. He stared at Xia Ling as she sent Grandma Ye off with the baby in her arms and sat on the waist-high flower wall alone, singing a self-composed baby lullaby.

It was melodious and enchanting.

The song slowly came to a halt.

Pei Ziheng gently asked, “Why did you stop singing?”

Xia Ling turned her head in shock and finally saw him standing by the foot of the wall. He stood in the shadows of the stairs and raised his head gently, his eyes pretty and full of warmth.

Xia Ling turned her head back and slowly began to sing again.

Pei Ziheng walked over and sat shoulder-to-shoulder with her. He lowered his head to look at the baby nestled in her arms. The baby snuggled in his mother’s embrace and appeared to be very happy, his short arms and legs dancing around as though he were dancing along with the melody. Seeing Pei Ziheng, he felt no fear at all, and his dancing even picked up in intensity.

“When he grows up, he will probably be a heavenly king,” Pei Ziheng said as he looked at the baby.

Amazement grew in Xia Ling’s heart — who would expect that Pei Ziheng would initiate a conversation about the child? This was probably considered a good thing, right? She kept quiet for a moment, and then said with a smile, “Being a heavenly king would be good. He’ll get to bask in magnificence his whole life, and produce music in happiness.” This child was destined to have no fate to being heir in the Pei family. He might be Pei Ziheng’s eldest son in name, but with regards to his blood relations, both of them knew better. There was no way this child could gain power in the magnate in the future. His best bet would probably be to dabble in something — anything — but not in business.”

Pei Ziheng strongly agreed. “Just sign a contract with Imperial Entertainment, and his brother can help him in the future.”

Xia Ling had a short flashback, remembering a promise she once made to Pei Ziheng to bear a child for him. Her mood immediately sank, and she forced herself to laugh.

Pei Ziheng lowered his head to look at the baby in her arms. The baby laughed in glee, flailing his little arms and legs, staring back at Pei Ziheng with dewy, wide eyes. “This child hasn’t got a name yet,” Pei Ziheng said gently. “Let’s call him Pei Shaoyin — Shao meaning successor, Yin for music.”

Early on during Xia Ling’s pregnancy, when Pei Ziheng was still under the impression that the child was his, he already came up with a name for the child. Initially, the name was to be Pei Shao Ye, the successor of the family business.

Till today, this child would never be able to succeed the family business, so why not call him Pei Shao Yin, to allow him to find his own identity. In the future, when he took on Xiao Ling’s singing abilities, he could become the emperor in the singing industry.

Xia Ling’s heart was unsettled.

He actually suggested for the child to bear the Pei family name.

This was such a meaningful action, entailing so much patience and acceptance. At that moment, she finally regained confidence in Pei Ziheng’s love for her. If this weren’t love, how could he tolerate another man’s child, taking on the identity of being his eldest son and bearing his family name?

“Thank you…” She didn’t know how else to express her gratitude except for this weak, feeble thank you.

Pei Ziheng’s expression softened even more. “In the future, we shall let the brothers be friendly with each other.” What he meant was for his future biological son to get along well with this child in front of his eyes. Just as what Grandma Ye had said, giving the future successor a right-hand man was always a good idea.

Xia Ling lowered her head, and the gratitude in her heart slowly seeped away.

So what if he loved her? It was a tyrannical, forced love. If not for his intervention, this child would have been brought up with Li Lei by her side, their family of three living on happily. The child could even inherit Skyart Entertainment and succeeded his biological father’s works of achievement.

She looked at the swaddled baby, at the tiny, carefree child, as he gurgled and laughed in her arms. She suddenly thought of how the child shouldn’t be “a successor for music,” but rather…

“Let’s call him Shaohui — Hui for light.”

Xia Ling raised her head, carefully looking at Pei Ziheng, “Pei Shaoyin sounds just like Wei Shaoyin. Shaohui sounds good too, inheriting light, just like…” She tilted her head up, staring at the warm winter sun, “Such great weather, such a great sun.”

Just like the man in her heart, Li Lei. Her eternal sunlight.

Pei Ziheng did not know her true intentions and simply tilted his head up to gaze at the warm winter sunlight alongside her. The golden rays of the sun bathed upon them, providing a sense of comfort, while the breeze brought them the scent of flowers, creating a rare state of calmness.

“Alright, let’s call him Pei Shaohui then,” says Pei Ziheng.

Xia Ling then truly laughed, because hey, Shaohui was a good name.

Since the child’s name had been decided, Xia Ling had one less worry on her mind. Next would be obtaining a passport and officiating the name — these issues would be settled in no time with the servants’ help.

Not long later, this name was made known to the public.

All her fans learned of the fact that the child belonging to her and Pei Ziheng now had a name, Pei Shaohui.

This was indeed a nice-sounding name, and all who heard it claimed it sounded good, giving it praise and blessings in return. Reporters interviewed Xia Ling, and she happily replied, “Pei Ziheng and I came up with the name together, and hopefully it brings a good meaning with it.”

With that, everyone complimented them for their harmonious relationship.