The "West Coast" style video I filmed of my son went viral. But the one who got famous wasn't me. It was my son. Netizens instantly recognized the child as a miniature version of Julian Vance. The boss of Vance Enterprises, the famous Crown Prince of the business world. Netizens dug deeper and deeper. They even dug up the video of Julian and me breaking up, convinced I was the ex-girlfriend who ran away pregnant. I sighed. They really misunderstood. Julian and I... we were actually married. Chapter 1 I never expected the West Coast hip-hop video to blow up. Originally, I just wanted to record my daily life with my child in the last period of my life. But it went viral. In the video, my son wore seven or eight pairs of sagging pants, playing along with my nonsense with a cold little face. He carried a calmness that didn't fit his age. Netizens commented spicily: "This is the West Coast vibe! Pee one pair, wash eight pairs!" "This is the West Coast vibe! Pants bitten to shreds!" Under more and more comments, a particularly eye-catching one suddenly appeared. "Doesn't this kid's cold face look exactly like my big boss, Julian Vance?" "That's Julian Vance, the CEO of Vance Enterprises." "No way, I saw her at a shabby hospital near my house two days ago, treating her illness alone... If she knows your big boss, why would she come here?" "To the person above, I often see her coming alone for IV drips at the hospital near my house. Doesn't look rich." "Not lying to you guys, here's a comparison pic!!!" So a photo was actually released. When my son had a cold face, his profile was identical to Julian's. Seeing this photo, I hurriedly took down the video. But a step too late. That sentence still exploded me onto the trending search. Netizens dug deeper, directly identifying me as Julian's ex-girlfriend. Our breakup video was posted online. I've seen it. It's true. This was the first time I knew from a third-person perspective. Julian looked back for me, and stopped for a long time for me. He stood in the snow, a cigarette burning at his fingertips, long enough for a thin layer of snow to fall on his shoulders. But I was busy escaping the sea of misery, walking away decisively, without staying a bit. At that time, words were too heavy, specifically aiming at his heart. I said in this life, I never want to be related to him again. Even in death, I don't want his name on my tombstone. But five years later, I still got involved with him. Netizens asked me to respond to this relationship. I didn't respond at all. Simply deleted the account. I was still afraid Julian would come to snatch the child. Chapter 2 Julian still made it to the trending search because of my son. Vance Enterprises, whose PR was always strong, did not issue any statement. As if instructed, they stood still. Long enough for the Lin Group to sit still no longer, actively issuing a statement. Lyla Lin even posted a photo of her and Julian on the platform, admitting she was Julian's fiancée. She said generously: "We are all adults, just an ex, I don't care." "But the child, purely a rumor." "I want to ask Miss Hazel, what child needs to be carried for two years?" Julian and I have been separated for five years. The child is three. Obviously not much to do with him. So a group of people ran over to scold me as a "scumbag woman," abandoning my boyfriend on the front foot and getting pregnant with someone else's child on the back foot. Some netizens pointed at the child and called him a bastard. I cursed in a low voice. If possible, I wish the child wasn't Julian's. In this life, I don't want to be related to him again. Turning around, my son stood outside the door with a glass of milk. His fair little face was expressionless. Eyes were dark and bright. Seemed dissatisfied with my swearing. "Mom—" He kept a straight face, serious and proper. Seeing he was about to nag, I quickly took the milk from his hand and swallowed a handful of pills. "Baby, thank you." "Goodnight, Mom is sleepy." I quickly burrowed into the quilt, closing my eyes to fake sleep. My son watched for two seconds, pursing his lips. After all, he was still small and couldn't hide things. He stood by my bed for a long time: "Mom." "Hmm?" "Is that man online Dad?" He saw that comparison picture too. Their features were almost identical, even the look of coldness towards people. I sat up and rubbed his fluffy head. Guiding patiently like a gentle mother: "Hayden." "You are a little man now." "So when Mom tells you this sad news, you must be strong, okay?!" He nodded, eyes full of seriousness. "That's not your dad." I lowered my voice, "Your dad turned into a dog and went wandering." Visibly, my son's eyes widened. "Alright baby, go digest it yourself." "It's very late, Mom has to work tomorrow." He lay on my quilt, hugging my neck tightly, warm. "Mom, don't be sad." "I will always be with you, I won't run." "Mom, goodnight." He kissed my side face. A warm little boy. I often sigh at my courage to give birth to him despite everyone's opposition. Accompanying him to grow up stumblingly, I never regretted it. Chapter 3 The next day, I rode my E-bike to send Hayden to kindergarten. Then turned to the hospital. A morning passed, I came out of the hospital pressing a cotton swab. Winter is good, thick clothes wrap everything, needle holes and bruises are invisible. Saving Hayden from chasing behind me every day asking, "Mom, what's wrong?" I put on my helmet to ride, looked down, and saw a pink thermos and apricot gloves in the small basket under the windshield cover. Both new. The thermos contained warm water. I finally understood why Hayden kept picking up plastic bottles and cardboard boxes home these days. Silly child. I put on the gloves, warm. The simplest style. But I couldn't get enough of looking at them. Cold wind blew, eyes stung. I often wonder, if one day I leave. What about Hayden? Let him grow up alone? I can't bear it. Actually, I could go to Julian, beg him for some money. Maybe my illness could be cured. It's just, guessing he still hates me. A stingy person like him wouldn't even give me a dollar. I was distracted. On the way home, at the traffic light, accidentally scraped a black luxury sedan. The moment the owner rolled down the window. I froze for several seconds, even forgetting the scrape on my palm. Until I snapped back, I quickly put my hand in my pocket. The man in the car got out, glanced lightly at the scrape, then looked at me. Looking at his familiar brows and eyes. My fingertips rubbed helplessly, throat felt like stuffed with cotton, sour and swollen. Tears almost fell. "Miss Hazel, long time no see." His voice was low. The look in his eyes was a bit cold. Gaze sweeping over my scraped hand, he said nothing. After looking at the car scrape quietly for a few seconds, he lifted his eyelids to look at me: "How does Miss Hazel plan to compensate?" Tone cold as treating a stranger. Like he said back then, I left, he would never forgive me in this life. Meeting later, just treat as strangers. I was quiet for a few seconds because I really couldn't take out money. His phone rang timely. In front of me, he had no avoidance. "I'm outside, you eat well first." "Don't fuss, will go back to accompany you tonight." "Bring you strawberry cake, okay?" He coaxed patiently, looked up and returned to coldness. Eyes written with scrutiny: "Miss Hazel, how exactly to compensate?" He repeated. Then took out his phone and opened the QR code. I looked twice, didn't scan. Just reached out to untie the jade pendant on my neck, the only valuable thing on me. I put it in my palm, voice very light: "This as mortgage to you, I can't take out any more." Chapter 4 Julian frowned, didn't take the jade pendant. His tone was cold: "Hazel, you are this poor? The money you took when divorcing, spent in five years?" He didn't know. That money, not enough. Far from enough. I nodded, voice very light: "After remarrying, my husband gambled, I paid a lot of debts for him." Julian looked up at me, frowning. I paused, voice very light: "The child also had a bad heart due to premature birth, cost me a lot of money back and forth." "Julian, I'm quite miserable." The first sentence was made up. The latter was true. I didn't remarry. But the child was indeed premature, stayed in the incubator for more than forty days. The tube inserted from the nose, long, reaching the heart. At that time, I, dragging a body just after surgery, stood in front of the incubator. Eyes almost went blind from crying. He was so small, so thin. Wearing an oxygen mask, the small body even breathing was difficult. During that period, the doctor issued critical illness notices countless times. Every time, I signed. That month gambling with the God of Death was unspeakably bitter. Because of premature birth, Hayden spent his first year in the hospital. Fever, vomiting milk were common. The most fatal thing was the doctor said the child had heart problems. At five months old, he had his first surgery. Pushed out covered in tubes. So small a ball, trapped in white bedding, almost invisible. Only seeing countless tubes. Going down from the nose, coming out from the mouth, wrapped around the chest, connected to hands and feet. I wanted to hug him. Afraid of hurting him. Could only hold his cold little hand carefully, telling him to be strong over and over again. Thinking of those past events, my eyes were a bit wet. Julian looked at me, fingers clenched, ripples in his eyes. Quickly converged the moment I looked up. "You don't have children, may not know how much money it costs to raise a child." I pinched my fingertips to hold back tears and said. Julian's Adam's apple rolled, dark eyes looked at me, voice low: "How do you know I don't?" Oh. He has a child. I saw photos on his phone before. At that time, he held a newborn baby, gently kissing the baby's wrinkled face, eyes soft. Their child is so happy. Born in the best hospital. Sleeping in the softest cradle. Wearing the warmest clothes. These, my child didn't have. I gritted my teeth, suddenly didn't want to continue entangling. So turned and walked away. "Hazel, I give you a chance." "Fifty thousand, apologize to me, I return the thing to you." Tone exactly the same as five years ago, calm to the point of being cool. He didn't understand, how could someone be so short of money? Short to the point of not even wanting dignity. I exploded like a cat whose tail was stepped on. "Don't want it! Don't want it even if you give more." Blood all over the body flowing backward. I picked up the thermos on the ground, turned to leave. Julian pulled my arm, fingers clenched: "Hazel, calm down, think clearly." "You used the child to get on the trending search to force me to appear, isn't it for money?" Heh. Who has nothing better to do than to get involved with him. I suppressed my anger, finally couldn't hold it back. "That's better than you having a bastard with someone else during marriage!" One sentence, the air stagnated. Chapter 5 Julian looked up at me, eyes deep. His Adam's apple rolled, dark eyes fixed on me, with a threatening meaning: "Hazel, I say it for the last time, she isn't." How much he loves their child. Even denial, he couldn't bear to use that vicious, dirty word. I couldn't bear it anymore, threw off his hand fiercely, eyes full of hate: "Child born with someone else during marriage, if not a bastard, what is it?" Julian's jaw was tight, didn't speak for a long time. Suppressing emotions extremely. "Hazel." He called me, voice heavy like absorbing water, suffocating, "Matters between us have nothing to do with the child." "You can hate me, but not the child." Why nothing to do? Why can't hate their child? Why? Questioning words stuck in throat, I clenched my fists tightly, but tears surged out. So forced myself to turn around, didn't want to cry in front of him. Atmosphere deadlocked. I inhaled cold air to relieve the pain in my heart. Looking up, I saw my son holding a chicken cutlet bigger than his face standing opposite the traffic light. Quietly. Little face frozen red. Don't know how long he waited. Julian also saw the child. So called me when I turned to leave, voice a bit hoarse: "Hazel, how do you explain the son?" What's there to explain? Did he tell me when he had a child with another woman? I glared at him with red eyes, word by word: "Julian Vance, I gave birth to the child, nothing to do with you." "Don't disturb our life." "Person like you, deserves to die alone."
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