The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

An Xiaxia was a little hurt by his blunt refusal.

“Oh… I see…” She played with her fingers, pretending that she didn’t care.

The car started again and they were soon back at the Sheng family home.

That evening.

Probably because she was leaving, Sheng Yize couldn’t seem to get enough of her. They did it again when she was taking a shower.

An Xiaxia kicked him. “You bastard!”

He had made sure to use protection each time — just like he said, he didn’t want any children.

Sheng Yize chuckled. “How am I the bastard? I was the one doing all the work. You’re just too weak. Make sure you get some exercise over there.”

“You’ve slept with me and won’t let me have a child. If that’s not a bastard, what is?” An Xiaxia rolled onto her pillow, too tired to even move a finger.

Sheng Yize sighed inwardly and cajoled her gently, “Can’t it just be the two of us?”

“Hm…” An Xiaxia closed her eyes and was soon asleep.

Sheng Yize rubbed her hair. “Xiaxia… my dear Xiaxia.”

–

The next day.

On the Sheng family private jet, Fang Shanshan hummed a tune while Chi Yuanfeng catered to her every whim like a little servant.

“Hey, don’t you have a film to shoot?”

“I’ll come back after you get there.” Chi Yuanfeng handed her the handful of sunflower seeds he had just peeled and Fang Shanshan opened her mouth wide. “Ah —”

He raised his hand and Fang Shanshan lowered her head to meet it. She then stuck out her tongue, sweeping everything into her mouth like a kitten.

Something wet and smooth brushed against his palm, giving him a strange feeling.

Chi Yuanfeng immediately drew back his hand, blushing. “Did you have to lick them? Aren’t you a princess? Haven’t you eaten sunflower seeds before?!”

That took Fang Shanshan by surprise. She only said a moment later, “Did you just yell at me?”

“Did I?” Chi Yuanfeng played dumb.

Awww! My bad! I promise I won’t do it again!

“I’m going to beat you to a pulp when I get better!” Fang Shanshan waved her fists, glaring at Chi Yuanfeng.

Chi Yuanfeng looked away like a wronged puppy.

That tickling sensation that felt like a kitten’s claws scratching his heart… could it be some incurable disease?

–

An Xiaxia darted a look at Kang Jian beside her and asked hesitantly, “Are you sure you don’t want to go see your parents?”

Despite his usual determination and calmness, a painful look flickered in Kang Jian’s eyes. At last, he shook his head.

“Sigh…” An Xiaxia couldn’t say anything about it and had to respect Kang Jian’s choice.

The plane flew through the clouds, leaving behind a beautiful line.

After landing, An Xiaxia’s phone buzzed. She picked it up and saw that she had received an email from Mr. Song’s assistant.

“As witness to many things, I’ve been helpless and felt sorry for a lot of things. After working as Mr. Song’s assistant for over two decades, the only thing I can do now is to try and bridge the gap between you and him.”

She downloaded the attachments and opened each file in turn.

They were all old photos and files.

Theirs had been an arranged marriage. Zhong Yue was from a family of scholars and had had a man she liked before, who was a painter of some renown and Mr. Song’s close friend.

After they got married, Zhong Yue couldn’t bring herself to love Mr. Song.

Once, under the influence of alcohol, Zhong Yue had poured out her heart, which had infuriated Mr. Song. He lost control and hit Zhong Yue.

Stubborn as Zhong Yue was, she lied about who An Xiaxia’s father was, just to get back at Mr. Song. She then left home.

After that, Mr. Song met Chu Zhiyun and Zhong Yue lost An Xiaxia, who had still been little. It was said that Zhong Yue was driven mad by this incident, which was why she had been sent to the mental hospital…

As An Xiaxia read on, she found the whole thing more and more fishy!