Baby Serendipity: The Whole World Fell In Love With Me-Chapter 601 - 600: Clichéd Life Drama

Xingzi’s question was also the concern of the audience in the Live Broadcast Room.

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Mianmian shook her head, "No, no, your son is your own, he has nothing to do with it."

This answer bewildered the audience in the Broadcasting Room even more. How could anyone give birth to a child on their own?

However, Xingzi suddenly had a realization, "Oh, oh, oh! I get it, I get it! I understand now! Before I met him, I never thought about getting married. I made enough money to live on my own, and I considered going to a sperm bank to choose sperm and have a child by myself. So, my son came about in that way and has nothing to do with a man."

[Sister’s going to be a single mother? That’s really brave.]

[Sister, why not have a blind date with me? I think I’m pretty good.]

[Raising a child on your own is tough. Sister, won’t you regret it in the future?]

Seeing everyone’s comments, Xingzi’s face was filled with smiles, "Regret what? I will never regret any decision I make, because I have money. I can afford the best maternity nurses and caregivers. Alright, alright, thank you Little Auntie for clearing things up, otherwise I might have been fooled by him for a long time. Bye-bye, Little Auntie."

Mianmian waved goodbye to Xingzi and quickly selected the third destined person.

In the process of selection, the audience’s topic of discussion shifted from Xingzi to the over-three-thousand-year-old Fox Demon.

[Even though we agreed not to discuss so directly, I still want to ask, how can there be a fox demon over three thousand years old? How powerful must it be?]

[Yeah, that Hu Yaoyao or Hu Yingying from before, I’m a bit confused, she was a Fox Demon, right?]

[Is it just me thinking, if Sister Xingzi was actually supporting a male college student before, does that mean some old demons really exist among us?]

As this netizen’s lament appeared, the netizens quickly built a related topic #WhatToDoIfYourFriendIsADemon# and shared their suspicions about their friends.

Some even said that to test whether their friends were demons or not, they thought of various clever tricks.

At the same time, the man standing in the sky above a certain iron tower was also browsing on his mobile phone. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

Noticing the new trending topic on Instagram, his handsome willow-leaf eyebrows furrowed, and his delicate face instantly became pitiable.

"Why is it still like this? Can’t demons live in peace? I’m not interested in those struggles, but if everyone knows about my existence, things will get boring."

The man’s voice was very distinctive, that kind of frail tone that could soften your bones just by listening.

He was pondering where to go next to have fun in a city and how to deal with these mortals caught up in the trend of searching for demons when he suddenly thought of something even more entertaining, and a smirk of triumph appeared at the corner of his mouth.

In Mianmian’s Broadcasting Room, the third destined person had just been chosen.

The destined person’s ID was "Red Sunset." After making a donation, the live-stream connection was established. To everyone’s surprise, an old grandfather appeared in front of them.

The grandfather was all smiles, "Little Auntie, I’m your loyal fan. Everyone young seems to be calculating their romantic destinies. Could you please tell me if I and the old madam next door can become companions in our old age?"

Mianmian had never seen such an elderly fan before. She looked at the way the grandfather’s face was laid, pinching and calculating for a while. Initially, her little face held an easy-going expression, but after finishing her calculations, she looked at the grandfather several times, her smile fading away.

The grandfather, being advanced in years, had developed the ability to read faces over a lifetime. He naturally sensed there was an issue with what Mianmian had calculated.

His smile disappeared, too, as he awkwardly asked, "Little Auntie, what did you find? Just tell me straight."

Mianmian found it difficult to speak.

What she had calculated could be written into a storybook. In her mother’s words, it was a melodramatic life drama that would shock anyone who heard it – the kind of story that’s almost unbelievable.

For her, a child of not yet four years old, it was too difficult to express.

Yet, she still had to tell the destined person the truth, or else the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Grandfather, both your spouse and your neighbor’s spouse have passed away, right?"

The grandfather nodded, confirming it was indeed the case. In a rush, he further questioned, "Oh dear, my Little Auntie, don’t beat around the bush with this old man. Just say what you have to; I can take it."

Mianmian raised her hand and drew a talisman of Spiritual Qi. After imprinting the talisman on the grandfather, she said, "Grandfather, you have quick-acting heart-relief pills at home, right? Go get that medicine and get ready to take it, Mianmian will only speak after you prepare."

The color drained from the grandfather’s face. What could be so serious that he needed to prepare to take quick-acting heart-relief pills? And this matter also involved his and his neighbor’s deceased spouses?

[Oh my, Little Auntie’s emphasis has set my imagination running wild.]

[Me too, me too, my predictions are already brimming with melodrama.]

[You all stop, maybe we’re wrong, imagining too much?]

On the screen, everyone was saying pretty much the same thing.

While they were playing guessing games, the grandfather had already placed the quick-acting heart-relief pills on the table. The grim-faced elderly man held the pill in his hand and urged, "Little Auntie, I’m all prepared, please tell me quickly, what’s going on?"

Only after seeing that he was indeed ready did Mianmian begin to reveal her calculations.

"Here’s the thing, actually, your spouse and her spouse had a child together, who is now your son."

As soon as Mianmian spoke these words, a thud was heard from outside the door, as if a mobile phone had dropped to the ground.

And the grandfather’s face instantly turned red, his mouth opening to speak but not knowing what to say. After quite a while, he finally took the quick-acting heart-relief pill at Mianmian’s reminder.

After swallowing the pill, the grandfather’s complexion improved. Gasping heavily, he asked with a hoarse voice, "Mu Hongkang, you’re outside, aren’t you? Get your ass in here right now."

Soon enough, a middle-aged man appeared on the screen.

He was also pale, uttering a weak "Dad" before hanging his head low, not daring to speak further.

The grandfather pointed at Mu Hongkang, "You, do you know about this? Did you know you are the son of that old man next door?"

Mu Hongkang quickly shook his head, frantically explaining, "Dad, how could I know about this? You and I are father and son; how could I know that I’m old Luo’s son from next door?"

His voice began to quiver as he spoke, and turning to look at Mianmian on the screen, tears streamed down continuously.

It is often said that a man doesn’t easily shed tears, only when deeply hurt.

At that moment, Mu Hongkang was truly heartbroken.

His father’s hair had already turned gray, Mu himself was not young, and his own son was already in university. Having lived half a lifetime, the sudden revelation that the man he had called father for so long was not his biological father left him unable to hold back his tears.