Xie Zixing woke up from a nightmare, his face pale. However, he paid no attention as he wiped off the large beads of sweat on his forehead. He reached over to the nearby cabinet and found the alarm clock to turn it off. Rubbing his forehead, scenes from yesterday's encounter with that man involuntarily appeared in his mind. He had simply walked towards him, only to brush past him.

There is no trace of hesitation or ambiguity, it is the style of that man.

Xie Zixing let out a sigh and got up to wash up in the bathroom. Facing the mirror, Xie Zixing appeared slightly absent-minded. It had been three years, but he still felt somewhat unaccustomed to this face. With a pair of peach blossom eyes, slightly upturned at the corners, shimmering with a watery brightness, and faint dimples appearing on the cheeks, which were originally representative of sweetness, now carried a touch of charm on this face. The delicate shape of thin lips, coupled with a hint of unrestrained curvature, would surely mesmerize countless women.

Xie Zixing looked into the mirror, revealing a mocking smile. With such a different appearance, not only would Qi Zihao fail to recognize him, but even if his own biological father were alive, he would not be able to recognize the person standing before him as his own son.

Xie Zixing lowered his head and picked up the water cup to rinse and freshen up. After wiping his face clean, he walked out of the room and turned into the adjacent one. Seeing the little figure curled up on the bed, Xie Zixing revealed a warm smile. He walked over and tucked the child in, but unexpectedly, the child woke up in a dazed state and immediately reached out, wrapping their arms around Xie Zixing's neck, saying, "Daddy."

Xie Zixing simply picked up the person, the little one still feeling a bit dazed, reached out and rubbed their own eyes, saying, "I want to kiss."

Xie Zixing patted the little one's back and placed a kiss on their forehead, softly coaxing, "Little goldfish, are you still sleepy?" The little one was Xie Zixing's three-year-old son, whose full name was Xie Deyuan, but was affectionately called Jin yu'er (little goldfish).

Xiao Jinyuer shook her head and rubbed against Xie Zixing's shoulder, turning her soft black hair into a messy nest. Xie Zixing's heart melted instantly. Glancing at the time, it was already 8 o'clock and getting late. He then brought her directly to the bathroom to change clothes and freshen up.

After washing up, Xiaojinyu felt much better. She got out of Xie Zixing's arms and ran around the living room. Xie Zixing looked around the living room to make sure there was nothing sharp that could hurt his little darling. Then, he went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

As he watched the bread maker operate, Xie Zixing's thoughts drifted away. He had only returned here three months ago. Little Goldfish was at the age to attend kindergarten, and he was afraid that the educational resources in the small county town would not be good enough. So, he returned to this city that held all his painful memories and youth.

Under the heavens, the education quality is undoubtedly much better than any other place.

Little did he expect that he would encounter that person again.

Qi Zihao and Xie Zixing chewed on the three words in their mouths, their eyes revealing a slight hint of bitterness.

A burst of cellphone ringing interrupted Xie Zixing's thoughts. Xiaojinyu ran in with Xie Zixing's phone and held it up, hugging Xie Zixing's thigh. She said, "Daddy, Feng Feng is calling."

Xie Zixing somewhat helplessly took the phone. Three months ago, they were all living in a remote place when a young girl who had finally been admitted to university bought an iPhone. She would show off the phone to everyone she met, and it was during that time that Little Goldfish learned the expression "fengfeng" from that young girl.

Xie Zixing lightly tapped Little Goldfish's nose and said, "Daddy knows now, thank you, baby."

Then he picked up his phone, and the incoming call displayed the name "Liu Ning," who was an assistant at the company responsible for handing over work to him. "Hello," he said.

"Hey, Huan ge (brother Huan)." The energetic voice of a little girl resounded. Xie Zixing, using the pseudonym Xie Shenghuan, was working as a songwriter and composer for a talent agency.

"Um, is there something you need?" Xie Zixing chuckled as he looked at the little goldfish clinging to his thigh, blinking its eyes. He picked up the little goldfish and gently rubbed its son's forehead.

"Ah, I just wanted to ask if you have finished writing the piece for Qi Zijin's side? They have been urging for it. " The assistant's tone sounded somewhat reluctant. Originally, this piece of music was supposed to be submitted in a week, but unfortunately, Qi Zijin's side was pushing for it urgently. With her privileged background and current popularity, the assistant could only pluck up the courage to urge Xie Zixing for it.

Xie Zixing furrowed his brows upon hearing this and paused for a moment before saying, "I will write it and send it to your email."

The assistant quickly expressed his gratitude, saying, "Thank you so much, Brother Huan."

Xie Zixing politely said a few words before hanging up the phone. Sighing, it had been three years, and everything had changed. Who would have thought that Qijia's little girl would actually enter the entertainment industry.