Chapter 128: Support is also good

Pei Du actually turned on the car audio and played a song 'Entering the Role Too Deeply' for Shu Lingchen.

He thought Shu Lingchen wanted to listen.

Although he didn't understand, he still played it.

The generation gap between adults and children is always inevitable; it's fine not to understand, as long as one doesn't question, being supportive is also good.

Thus, the expensive sound system in this Bentley, which had been idle all along, finally found its use.

Pei Du searched for the keywords 'Entering the Role Too Deeply,' many songs came up; the man's slender fingers clicked the first one, and he asked Shu Lingchen, 'Is this the one?'

……

In that instant, Shu Lingchen directly understood the meaning of 'Someone who pretends to sleep can never be woken up.'

This is really going to make Huo Jizai Baobao angry!

…

The Bentley parked in the basement level parking lot.

When the two rode the upward elevator, the elevator was very quiet.

Shu Lingchen didn't want to say another word to Pei Du.

Rotten wood cannot be carved!

Upon reaching the sixteenth floor, as the doors opened, the boy originally wanted to go straight out, but thinking about how he had returned from school, he eventually turned around; because it was a bit hard to speak, his voice came out muffled, as if from his abdomen.

…Thanks.

Having said that, he quickly turned around, raised his hand to scan his fingerprint, pulled the door open, went in, and closed the door.

He disappeared from sight in one fluid motion, but a man's low, faint voice still responded to the air:

You're welcome.

The elevator doors closed again.

Just now in the car, Pei Du naturally noticed that every sentence the boy spoke was edged with thorns, and he also knew the boy wasn't someone who liked to argue for the sake of arguing.

But he just liked to argue with him specifically.

This kind of subtle 'targeting,' Pei Du felt it when he first met the boy.

But at that time, he felt nothing, thinking that whether it was a small squabble or a big fuss, he didn't really care.

However, now he cannot help but care.

Pei Du began to wonder about the origin and cause of this 'targeting.'

Returning to 1702.

Pei Du took out his phone to glance at the calendar; the sample had been sent out two days ago. Although there are appraisal institutions domestically, privacy cannot be best guaranteed—not because the institutions aren't professional enough, but because there are too many 'acquaintances' domestically.

Pei Du needed this matter to be absolutely confidential; even Zhou Zhi was unaware, and the four samples sent out only had numbers, no names or ages.

Regarding the sampling procedure, several waves of people were set up, passing it hand to hand in an anonymous arrangement.

That is, the whole matter has nothing to do with Pei Du; he merely brought his daughter and her two 'good friends' to have a meal.

Thus, the resulting delay of several days didn't make Pei Du anxious; he was very patient.

Anyway, the key that could help him solve the mystery was getting closer and closer to him.

Over here, a 1600-square-meter spacious apartment.

Just as Shu Lingchen put down his schoolbag, he received a call from Shu Shu.

Shu Shu and Pei Muyin had just finished their final physics competition, and the two returned to the hotel.

What's going on? The delivery person said you didn't come down to get your food?

Shu Shu opened her phone and saw a message from the restaurant sent over half an hour ago, asking Shu Lingchen if he still hadn't eaten.

Shu Lingchen scratched his head and explained, 'I was doing homework at school, I did it too late and forgot there was still a delivery.'

So then, I'll order you another portion." Shu Shu fiddled with her phone while casually asking, 'After leaving the science museum, I found out it was pouring in An Shi; did Huo Jizai Baobao bring an umbrella, and didn't get soaked?'

……Oh, of course I brought it! I said Huo Jizai Baobao can take care of himself.

Shu Lingchen blushed and spoke nonsense while his heart raced; thus, saying that, he naturally overlooked the fact that Pei Du had brought him home.

Fortunately, this was a regular call, not a video call.

Otherwise, Shu Lingchen's guilty little gesture of touching his nose would instantly be noticed by his mother.

Shu Shu: 'Oh my, Huo Jizai Baobao is awesome~'

Behind the screen, the boy smugly shook his fluffy tail and asked, 'When are you guys coming back tomorrow?'

Shu Shu said: 'After the competition, we'll stay up revising questions, and with the rankings coming out, we might need the afternoon.'

Ah……

Upon hearing that, Shu Lingchen felt as if his world were about to collapse—in other words, he'd have to stay home alone for a day!

No.

Shu Lingchen immediately had an idea and said: 'Anyway, tomorrow is weekend, no school, I'm going to the science museum to pick you guys up!'

Shu Shu asked: 'Can Huo Jizai Baobao go out alone?'

Shu Lingchen immediately, with high spirits, declared: 'Ofcourse! No questioning, fire, chicken, baby, OK?'

'……' Shu Shu suppressed a laugh: 'OKOK, fire, chicken, baby, really, good baby.'

…

Thus, this decision was settled just like that.

Shu Shu sent Shu Lingchen the specific location of the competition at the science museum.

The next day.

Shu Lingchen woke up early, changed clothes, and slung on a cross-body chest bag; the bag was red-black, very suitable for a boy's cool style.

Mom bought it~

Shu Lingchen checked the science museum's location last night; there was no direct bus, so he decided to take a taxi directly, which would take about two and a half hours to get there, and if he hurried he could still have lunch with his mom and sister.

He went out, took the elevator, and arrived downstairs.

However, he overlooked one thing: in the morning, it's peak hours for ride‑hailing app drivers to accept orders.

Don't question why it's so crowded getting a taxi on weekends—because not all workers have two days off.

Shu Lingchen watched the "searching for an available car" circle on his phone spin for at least ten minutes.

"……"

As he sat feeling glum, a black sedan rolled past the electronic barrier and stopped beside him.

The car window lowered, revealing the man's sharp, cold‑white features.

Pei Du, dressed casually, asked, "Going to the science museum?"

Shu Lingchen: "!"

"Did a kidnapper plant surveillance on him?! Could it be! He really wants to abduct a turkey‑chick baby?!"

Apparently reading the teen's surprised expression, Pei Du paused, then said calmly, "I'm also going to the science museum; Mu Yin gave me your number, saying you'd be there, so I can give you a ride along the way."

"Again, the sister?"

Shu Lingchen eyed Pei Du suspiciously.

"If you'd rather take a taxi yourself, just let Mu Yin know." Pei Du, expression calm as usual, said, "Tell her you won't be coming with me."

Shu Lingchen remained silent.

"It's his sister who asked him to give me a ride; if I don't get in the car, isn't that just refusing her kindness?"

"I, I get motion sick; can I sit in the back?"

Shu Lingchen touched his nose.

"Please." After the teen got in, Pei Du said, "Seat belt."

"Oh."

Shu Lingchen obediently fastened his seat belt, and before departing he heard Pei Du ask, "Do you want me to play some music?"

"No need!"