Chi Jing: “But I really like his castle.”

His eyes were full of affection.

After Jiang Yucheng promised to give him a castle and a sports car, he showed him a picture of the castle.

The entire castle seemed to be in an endless sea of flowers, with vast grasslands not far away.

It was completely different in style from the dark palace, but he liked it very much.

Chi Yu grabbed his child’s arm: “The castle that Dad chose for you is also very beautiful!”

As he spoke, he turned to Tang Zhengqing to ask for his phone: “Do you have the backup information of that castle? Ah Jing will definitely like the castle I chose for him more!”

Tang Zhengqing obediently handed over his phone. Chi Yu had his fingerprint unlock, and after unlocking it, he went straight to the files and found the information about the castle.

“Look! It’s also beautiful.”

The castle and the palace were equivalent to a succubus’s coming-of-age gift, just like the previous dark palace, which he had specially given to Chi Jing as a coming-of-age gift when he returned to the human world.

After looking at it, Chi Jing still preferred the castle picture that Jiang Yucheng had shown him.

He didn’t say it directly, but quietly returned the phone to Chi Yu.

Jiang Yucheng walked over from behind and noticed his small gesture, a slight smile appearing on his lips.

But Chi Yu didn’t have a smile.

He widened his eyes in disbelief: “Baby!”

Chi Jing thought for a moment and said: “I want both!”

Although he preferred Jiang Yucheng’s castle, who would complain about having too many castles? He could spend three days a week in the castle his dad chose and the remaining four days in the one he liked more from Jiang Yucheng.

Perfect.

Chi Yu hesitated for only a second before agreeing. He even thought of choosing a few more manor castles for him, just to make him feel that his choices were better.

While Chi Jing and Chi Yu were whispering together, Xiaohua, the cat, walked down from upstairs with its tail up.

It wasn’t afraid of people at all, brushing past Chi Jing’s feet and jumping onto Chi Yu’s lap, alternating its paws and purring contentedly.

“Ah, Jing raised a kitten.” He was somewhat delighted, “What’s its name?”

“Xiaohua, it also has two kittens.”

“There are two more kittens? What are their names?”

“Xiaobai and Xiaohei.”

Tang Shen clenched his fists, cleared his throat, and took the initiative to talk to Chi Jing: “What kind of cats are its kittens?”

Chi Jing: “Uh, a white cat and a black cat.”

After speaking, he turned and called out the names of Xiaobai and Xiaohei.

Soon, the two kittens came running down, meowing as they ran.

Tang Shen: …

Chi Yu leaned on Chi Jing’s shoulder: “Jing, this is your brother, his name is Tang Shen.”

“Say hello to your brother.”

The sunlight slanted into the living room through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the cold and empty room bathed in a layer of warm yellow light.

Chi Jing met Tang Shen’s eyes in the sunlight, seeing the tension and worry in them.

What was he worried about, that he wouldn’t like him?

He lowered his eyes and took back his gaze, actively greeting: “Hello, brother.”

Tang Shen held his breath, sitting stiffly on the sofa, his mind replaying Chi Jing’s greeting.

Ever since knowing his identity, he had been in a state of panic. His usually well-groomed hair, combed back, now fell over his forehead, making him look much younger than usual.

Chi Jing focused on him: “How old is brother? Dad didn’t tell me these things.”

There was a hint of dissatisfaction in his voice. Chi Jing never hid his emotions.

Chi Yu wasn’t upset, directly apologizing to him: “It’s my fault.”

“Alright then.” Chi Jing wasn’t really angry. A succubus’s worldview is different from a human’s. Although he was shocked by this, it wasn’t enough to make him feel like he couldn’t go on living.

The two kittens snuggled by his side to rest, and his tension relaxed along with them.

He started to feel curious about Tang Zhengqing.

“Is Father your food during your mature period?” Chi Jing tilted his head, his beautiful features very similar to Chi Yu’s.

Chi Yu recalled: “I think so.”

“When you first came to the human world, did you have horns, bat wings, and a tail?”

Chi Yu understood Chi Jing very well, so he immediately judged that he had a reason for asking.

“Did the forbidden spell go wrong? Tell me.”

Chi Jing explained his recent experience of growing horns and a tail.

“It all started in the juvenile form. The horns grew to their original form in four to five days and then disappeared.” He said, “Afterwards, the bat wings and tail appeared in the same form.”

Chi Yu furrowed his delicate brows.

“It should be the forbidden spell.” He pondered for a moment, “Dad needs to check that forbidden spell again and have a doctor examine you.”

“Jing, come back to Country F with me.”

Chi Yu’s tone was calm, but his rare seriousness showed he took this matter very seriously.

But Chi Jing refused.

“No, Dad, I have to work.”

If Chi Yu had found him a little earlier, say before signing the travel show and TV series “Swords” contracts, he would definitely have gone with him anywhere.

But now he had work. In four days, he had to record the next episode of the travel show, and he didn’t even know the destination yet.

Chi Yu eagerly sought approval: “Ah, I forgot you are a star now. How about I set up a studio for you?”

Tang Zhengqing added from the side: “We can directly set up an entertainment company for Jing, with Tang Shen managing it.”

“I already signed with Jiang Yucheng’s company.” Chi Jing said calmly.

Chi Yu sat up straight: “Then Dad will—”

He suddenly stopped, unsure what to say next.

“Don’t worry, dear, we can stay in China with Jing.” Tang Zhengqing embraced him, soothing his somewhat anxious mood.

Tang Shen was looking up Ji Shang Entertainment, frowning seriously at his phone, seemingly fully engaged in work.

So, Chi Yu and Tang Zhengqing temporarily stayed at Chi Jing’s villa, or more accurately, Jiang Yucheng’s villa.

Summer storms often come unexpectedly. At four in the afternoon, dark clouds covered the sun, and the sky turned gloomy in an instant.

Soon, heavy raindrops poured down.

Chi Jing sat at the bar in the west kitchen, watching the rain and wind batter the shrubs outside, feeling quite cheerful as he poured himself a soda.

The sparkling water bubbled in the glass, making tiny popping sounds.

He had just taken a sip when Chi Yu’s voice called out to him.

“Jing!”

After finding him, Chi Yu placed the tablet on the table: “Quick, see if there’s any clothes you don’t like.”

Chi Jing glanced at the screen, seeing all sorts of clothing, from casual wear to formal attire to luxurious evening wear.

And each of them was more expensive than his entire savings when he first came to this world.

“I don’t like this one, and these few others, keep the rest.” He pointed at the screen a few times.

After getting his answer, Chi Yu immediately placed orders with the relevant representatives.

Meanwhile, Chi Jing nonchalantly put a straw in his glass.

This had been his life recently. After finding Chi Jing, Chi Yu started shopping frenziedly, from the simplest clothes to luxury watches and jewelry.

And he only needed to express his preference with nods or shakes of his head.

“Shen contacted the buyer of this No. 8 villa, and the procedures can be completed next week.”

Chi Jing shook his glass, then bent down to take a sip through the straw.

Delicious!

Chi Yu: “Jing, won’t you stay with me?”

Chi Jing: “No.”

Chi Yu: “Ah Jing doesn’t like Dad anymore…”

“Stop acting.” Chi Jing said flatly, “I’m nearing my mature period.”

The bat wings on his back had grown significantly in just two days. He estimated that if things went smoothly, they would complete their growth cycle before the variety show filming.

Speaking of the mature period, Chi Yu could only sigh and compromise: “Alright.”

After a moment of silence, he started chattering again.

“Jing, what do you plan to do about Wen Zhentian?”

Chi Jing paused, confused for a moment: “What do you mean?”

“Although we can’t make him disappear quietly under Chinese law, your father and brother want to return him to the state he was in forty years ago.”

Forty years ago was when he had just come of age, the poorest and lowest point in his life.

Of course, this was according to Wen Zhentian. Chi Jing didn’t think poverty equaled worthlessness, but in Wen Zhentian’s worldview, having no money was a fate worse than death.

He wasn’t a good person, whether towards Chi Jing or his biological son Wen Yubai, whom he later reclaimed.

Ten years ago, when Chi Jing was just 12, Wen Zhentian repeatedly left him in the company of middle-aged men or people with peculiar fetishes. Fortunately, he saw through his intentions early on and escaped using various excuses.

Later, he grew his hair long to cover his eyes, making himself appear sullen and impolite.

Unable to profit from him, Wen Zhentian soon abandoned him, turning to “cultivate” his nephews and nieces, even being stingy enough not to pay for his college tuition and living expenses.

Then, Wen Zhentian discovered by accident that Chi Jing wasn’t his child, but Wen Yubai, who was participating in an idol competition in the entertainment industry, was his biological son.

He eagerly abandoned him, adopting a heartbroken father’s image to gain Wen Yubai’s trust.

But now…Wen Yubai should have realized his true nature by now.

Chi Jing smiled. He wasn’t a saint with a kind heart.

So he said: “Okay, let Father and Brother handle it.”

When Wen Yubai first returned to the Wen family, Chi Jing had warned him, but Wen Yubai, craving love and family, didn’t listen.

But over the past few months, he had heard some news about Wen Zhentian taking Wen Yubai to various high-society events.

He didn’t know about high society, but he knew those high-society hobbies were certainly low-class.

Though he had some guesses, he didn’t expect the news to come so quickly.

That night, wrapped in a loose bathrobe after his shower, he casually picked up his phone, unlocked it, and saw a trending topic on Weibo—

#Wen Yubai seen entering hotel with middle-aged man, behaving intimately. #