Chapter 98 He didn’t even get this treatment.

At Qin Xiaoran's invitation, Shen Zhiyi went to see an exhibition at a newly opened gallery of the Qin family. This gallery was an engagement gift from Qin Xiaoran's fiancé. It was originally planned to be converted into a private art museum, but Qin Xiaoran had no interest in this and was too lazy to bother with it.

When she arrived, someone was there to receive her. Before she could see the exhibition, she was welcomed into the reception room on the fifth floor. As soon as Qin Xiaoran saw her, he touched her head with his hand, and said with concern, "A bump on the head is not a small matter. Why don't you stay in the hospital for a few more days?"

"It's not serious." Shen Zhiyi couldn't sit still, and if he stayed in the hospital because of a minor injury, he would probably suffocate to death.

"I was so worried," Qin Xiaoran handed her a drink, not daring to let her drink. "You have a lot of wounds on your body. I'll introduce my beautician to you later. Don't leave any scars."

"Okay," Shen Zhiyi looked around, "Your fiancé isn't here?"

"Him?" Qin Xiaoran smiled. "Do you think he will accompany me? You're overthinking. We both have our own things to do. Marriage is just a formality."

Shen Zhiyi looked at her in a daze. She didn't expect it to be like this. Qin Xiaoran didn't show any reluctance at the engagement party. She thought it was a love drama between two people who loved each other.

"Nothing to be surprised about," Qin Xiaoran laughed. "It's not a 100% interest relationship. At least I like him. There's nothing more, and I don't need it."

She leaned close to Shen Zhiyi's ear as if whispering, "After we get married next year, he will be sent abroad. I will live alone in China. It's great just thinking about it."

This was her view on marriage, and there was no need for outsiders to worry about it, so Shen Zhiyi didn't say much. After all, she didn't know much about it. In this regard, her ideas were considered too simple and unrealistic by Qin Xiaoran and others.

The gallery held its first exhibition and invited many people. As the organizer, Qin Xiaoran naturally had to attend some social events, so he didn't stay with Shen Zhiyi for too long.

Shen Zhiyi was happy and relaxed by herself, strolling through the exhibition hall on the first floor.

When I was walking to the second floor, someone suddenly hugged my legs. I looked down and saw a little boy about four or five years old. He was chubby and looked like a snowball, very cute.

Seeing Shen Zhiyi noticed him, he opened his mouth and shouted, "Mom!"

Shen Zhiyi: "...I'm not your mother."

The boy blinked his eyes, and upon closer inspection, I discovered that he had a pair of light brown pupils. Although his face was chubby, he had good facial features and looked a bit like a mixed-race person.

Sure enough, when he opened his mouth, he spoke a string of fluent and childish French, and Shen Zhiyi couldn't understand a word of it.

She stared at the child blankly and tried to talk to him in Chinese, "Where are you from?"

It's rare for someone to bring such a young child to an art exhibition.

The child looked at her in confusion, obviously not speaking Chinese well, and could only call her mom over and over again, making Shen Zhiyi feel helpless and at a loss.

She had no choice but to try to reach out her hand, "Can I take you to find an adult?"

The child didn't understand what she said, but he was very well behaved and handed over his hand obediently.

He first took the child to see the gallery manager, but unfortunately the other party didn't know who the child belonged to, so Shen Zhiyi planned to take people to find Qin Xiaoran.

After walking a few steps, the child didn't want to go on any more, "Mom——"

He obviously knew a few short but important Chinese sentences. His big eyes flickered and he said, "I'm hungry."

Shen Zhiyi: "..."

She looked distressed, not knowing if the child was allergic to anything, so she didn't dare feed him anything randomly.

I had to patiently comfort the child and gave him the mobile phone to play with in order to divert his attention. Sure enough, children all over the world were fascinated by mobile phones and started to play with them skillfully.

Shen Zhiyi watched him poke at the screen with his little finger, "Do you know Mom's phone number? Or Dad's?"

The child looked up at her, and she repeated patiently, "Can you call your dad or mom?"

He didn't know if he understood it, but he really started dialing. Numbers popped up one by one, and Shen Zhiyi breathed a sigh of relief, not noticing the contact reminder that suddenly popped up on the screen. When the call was connected, the child opened his mouth and shouted, "Dad!"

The man on the other end was stunned and hesitated, "...Gabriel?"

The child nodded, communicated with the other party in French, and soon lowered his head in disappointment as if he realized that he was wrong.

Shen Zhiyi couldn't hear clearly, she just heard the child lower his head and handed the phone to her. She was stunned when she saw the call interface.

"Zhizhi?"

It’s Pei Yu.

Shen Zhiyi looked at the little boy next to him who was about four or five years old, then looked at the screen of his mobile phone and asked slowly, "He——"

Pei Yu quickly denied, "He's not my son."

He called the little boy, this time using his Chinese name, "Duan Jiaze."

Little Jiaze pitifully grabbed the corner of Shen Zhiyi's clothes and spoke in broken Chinese, "Uncle, Uncle!"

He called Shen Zhiyi again, "Mom!"

Pei Yu: “…”

He spoke a few words in a deep, warning voice, probably scolding the child. The little boy looked like he was about to cry.

Shen Zhiyi couldn't bear it, "Where are his parents?"

Pei Yu was far away in a foreign country, so he naturally had no idea why the child who was staying in France suddenly returned to China. He sent a message to the child's mother and explained to Shen Zhiyi, "He is my third sister's child. He has been living in France since he was a child. His Chinese is not very good, and he likes to call mom randomly."

The little boy snuggled in Shen Zhiyi's arms. He knew his uncle was saying bad things about him. He pouted angrily and leaned close to Shen Zhiyi's ear and whispered, "Uncle... a bad guy!"

Shen Zhiyi couldn't help laughing and whispered to him, "Yeah, it's a bad guy."

Pei Yu did not hear their whispers, and contacted the child's mother to find out the situation.

He had an average relationship with his third sister, except that Duan Jiaze happened to be on a business trip to France on his third birthday, and they met once. For some reason, the child became very attached to him, and they started to interact more often afterwards.

Everyone in the Pei family was more or less afraid of him, and the third sister was no exception. She told the whole story honestly.

It turned out that she was divorcing her husband and took the child back to China in a fit of anger. Knowing that Pei Yu didn't like children, she planned to entrust the child to Qin Xiaoran, with whom she had a good relationship. However, the child's father caught up with her as soon as she arrived at the gallery, and the two were having a big fight.

"Let Xiaoran take care of the child for a few days," the woman cried, "He has already taken me on the plane!"

After telling Shen Zhiyi about the situation, Pei Yu, the uncle, had no intention of interfering and said mercilessly, "Just leave it to Qin Xiaoran."

Perhaps because he felt insecure, the child hugged Shen Zhiyi tightly, looked at her with his clear big eyes, and opened his mouth to call her mother, but luckily he held back.

Shen Zhiyi's heart softened after being looked at, and she said hesitantly, "How about I take care of her, and she can stay at my place first."

Pei Yu: "...You only have one bedroom in your house."

"Live with me," Shen Zhiyi didn't think anything of it, "He's only four years old."

After hanging up the phone, Pei Yu smiled helplessly, not knowing whether he was angry or something else.

It's amazing, he doesn't even have this treatment.

　The updates have been unstable in the past few days. I will try my best to adjust
　　
　
(End of this chapter)