Whenever Zhan would try to talk to Taehyun about Yibo, Taehyun would immediately shut him down.
"I don't want to hear about it anymore."
Or sometimes:
"Why are u talking about that person who killed the precious baby that I would've given my whole love to?"
"Taehyun, dear, u know that's what your pa wanted. It was his decision," Zhan said, still grieving his two children- one who had died and another who had never even been born.
"Dad, I know that I haven't heard the whole story, but he didn't keep my sibling alive. And I've already told u to stop convincing me to stop hating him."
"All I have is you. You're my only parent."
Taehyun hugged Zhan tightly.
He knew that Zhan wasn't his biological father, but Zhan had never treated him like he was adopted or different.
He treated him like his own son.
A son whom he truly loved.
They were in the hall when Taehyun suddenly asked again,
"Dad, when will u remove this photo of me, u and p... him?"
He pointed towards the huge picture hanging upstairs.
"When I stop loving your pa, dear," Zhan said, smiling while holding his hand as they walked downstairs.
"Stop it, Dad. I've heard enough about him in this house. Can we just go and eat in peace without talking about him?"
Taehyun didn't want to call Yibo his pa anymore.
He just called him him.
Even after all these years, Zhan had tried many times to let go of the hatred in his heart.
But he never could.
At the same time...
Yibo and Xiao Xian.
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Xiao Xian 2 years old Wang Yibo's daughter Xiao Zhan's daughter Xiao Taehyun's sister Grandma Seo Ye-ji's granddaughter English name: Petal / Beauty
"Petal, wait, babyyyy! Stop pulling your mother's long, beautiful hair! Ouch, ouch! Beauty, stoppp!" Yibo cried while trying to separate her tiny hands from his hair.
"Ye-jiiii! Go to your granddaughter, pleaseeee!" Yibo shouted, hoping his grandma would come and rescue him.
"Yibo, wait! I'll come. Give me a sec," Ye-ji called back.
She already knew what kind of devil was inside her house.
God knows what she and her grandson had done to deserve such a huge little devil who made everyone dance on her fingers.
