Chapter 225: We Are Siblings

Xi Xi wore a look that seemed to see through it, but she couldn't bear to expose Lu Xiwán's disguise, so she just chuckled and ran to the children's room.

After reaching the doorway she turned back, gave Lu Xiwán a sly smile, and said, "In TV dramas, girls act like this when they're in love, Mom, stop fooling yourself—you're just worried about Uncle Fu!"

Lu Xiwán instinctively tried to retort, but Xi Xi had already curled back and shut the door, giving her no chance to speak.

As for her own mischievous child, Lu Xiwán could only grit her teeth, having no solution at all.

Still, Xi Xi's guess turned out to be quite accurate.

The first thing Xi Xi did upon returning to her room was call Yao Yao; as soon as the line connected, she giggled nonstop, leaving Yao Yao on the other end bewildered.

"Brother Yao Yao, I have good news: Mom just found out Uncle Fu didn't come to pick you up and got especially nervous; I think Mom might be a bit fond of Uncle Fu!"

Xi Xi's words made Yao Yao suddenly excited, and the handset almost slipped from his hand.

"Really? That's great!"

Yao Yao had been worried that Lu Xiwán didn't like Fu Sijue and wondered how to keep her, but now, with this, those concerns can be cast aside.

"So what exactly did Uncle Fu go to do? He hasn't come home yet?"

Yao Yao bit his lip and said, "I don't know where Dad went."

Xi Xi noticed Yao Yao's low spirits and quickly comforted him, "It's okay; Uncle Fu is probably busy with company matters and hasn't had time to return."

"By the way, don't forget the thing the teacher asked you to hand in tomorrow, Brother Yao Yao!"

Yao Yao hung up the phone and laughed joyfully.

The nanny nearby saw her smile and was very surprised.

What else could make the little master of their house so happy?

He secretly delighted for a moment, then Yao Yao ran upstairs, opened the Study door, and went looking for something.

Fu Sijue's Study was very minimalist, with a floor‑to‑ceiling bookshelf the height of a wall, a standard black‑and‑white scheme, everything neatly arranged, and Yao Yao walked confidently to the cabinet.

He had previously seen Dad take things from that cabinet.

Out of the corner of his eye, Yao Yao caught a flash of bright red on the table; he stepped onto a stool to see what was placed there.

Then Yao Yao was stunned.

Marriage Certificate? Whose with Dad?

He wrestled with it for a good while before picking up the Marriage Certificate, staring blankly at the three embossed gold characters, his heart searing like oil in a hot pan.

If this is Dad and someone else, what should he do?

In the end, Yao Yao couldn't resist his curiosity and opened the document.

Then he suffered an even greater blow, hurriedly placing the item back on the table and rubbing his eyes.

The result was the same: the photo on the document clearly showed his Dad beside a woman who looked strikingly like Mom.

His gaze dropped, and Yao Yao stared dumbfounded at the name "Lu Xiwán."

If the resemblance is a coincidence, the name is unbelievably coincidental.

Only then did Yao Yao notice a sheet of paper tucked under the document, containing an Investigation Report on Mom.

Putting the two photos together, Yao Yao inhaled sharply.

Aside from minor differences, the two photos were identical, making him look even more like Fu Sijue than Yao Yao himself.

A bold idea suddenly sprang to Yao Yao's mind; he sat in his chair, reading the Investigation Report word for word.

Everything seemed flawless, except for the Blood Type.