Where Did Such a Big Kid Come From

Ye Shuang grabbed the plushie, stuffed it back into the machine, and slammed the door shut. I told you to catch a doll, not pick the lock?!

As long as we get it out, isn't that enough? An Shiyu shrugged.

That's cheating, isn't it?

The instructions don't say we can't do that, do they? Is it really cheating? Beside them, An Shiyi pointed at the customer guidelines on the claw machine.

Ye Shuang sighed helplessly, Just because it doesn't say you can't, doesn't mean you can.

Are you applying formulas to this too?

Anyway, you can't pick the lock to get the doll, Ye Shuang said.

Breaking the glass works too. An Shiyi fumbled around in her skirt for a moment and finally pulled out a wrench.

Are you out of your mind?

...

In the end, An Shiyu had to honestly play the claw machine. However, whether she had actually triggered the pity system or not, this time the mechanical claw grabbed the plushie, went up, and surprisingly didn't drop it.

With a clatter, the plushie tumbled out of the prize chute.

An Shiyu bent down, picked it up, and handed the plushie back to Yezi. This is fine, right? Here.

Thank you, big sister!

Call me Mom, An Shiyi chimed in from the side.

M-Mom? Yezi hugged the plushie, stunned for a few seconds.

That's right, we are both your dad's mistresses, An Shiyi said.

Thump—

What kind of nonsense are you feeding the kid? Ye Shuang said deadpan.

After fooling around for a bit, it was about time to head back to the company to continue working. Along the way, Little Yezi hugged the Pikachu plushie, occasionally squeezing its little paws to make it move. She seemed to really like it.

At the end of the day, she was still just a child. She was probably playing house with the doll in her head.

Ye Shuang retracted his gaze and continued driving.

After returning to the company, Ye Shuang was busy for almost the entire afternoon. He heard there was another issue with the copywriting department. Someone had secretly snuck their personal agendas into the scripts and got caught by Chen Hai and a few others. Upon closer inspection, they found it was a Human Resources issue. These copywriters had caused trouble at other companies before running over here.

That's how it is. It seems their products bombed at their previous companies, so they got fired and came to us, Chen Hai said.

Are these copywriters sick in the head?

Ye Shuang frowned. Then what about the copywriters they had fired before?

Probably went to other companies? After all, they have our group on their resumes. If the other side doesn't do a careful background check, it's probably really easy for them to slip in, Chen Hai shrugged.

It really is a pile of crap being passed around a few companies. Can't the HR department be a little more thorough with their background checks? Ye Shuang pinched the bridge of his nose. If that was the case, it was entirely an HR problem. They only looked at the resumes and didn't properly verify the reasons for leaving.

Those HRs obviously had internal group chats. Who knew if the HRs from other companies were intentionally hiding it or what the reason was.

Fortunately, the review department he set up found out. Otherwise, those troublemakers might have caused another PR crisis.

Chen Qin's backyard really seemed quite hard to guard. It probably gave her a headache back then too.

No wonder she was so busy running around in circles. While she was charging on the front lines, people in the back were secretly starting fires.

Oh? Whose kid is this? Chen Hai noticed Little Yezi sitting on the sofa at this time. Perhaps because she was around the same age as Qiaoqiao, Chen Hai couldn't help but smile.

Let Uncle take a look.

Uncle, I am Yezi, Yezi said at this moment.

Uncle, haha, Ye Shuang, look, she's calling me Uncle. Chen Hai was instantly amused, then said to Ye Shuang, Does she not understand these things? My Qiaoqiao wouldn't call relatives by the wrong title even at five years old.

She even calls your sister Mom, Ye Shuang didn't even lift his head from the report.

That interesting? Chen Hai laughed. She calls Chen Qin Mom, and calls me Uncle? It's not like she's...

Before he could finish his sentence, Chen Hai's butt almost slipped off Ye Shuang's desk. Damn?! Wait a minute?! Is this kid yours and Chen Qin's?!

Holy crap, even with hormones she couldn't grow this big, right? Did you guys secretly make a baby back in college?

You're the one who made a baby in college, Ye Shuang snapped.

I actually did make a baby in college, Chen Hai spread his hands.

Ye Shuang: ...

Damn, I didn't look closely before, but she really does look a bit like you. Chen Hai examined Yezi's appearance and found that he could indeed see traces of Ye Shuang in her. He had grown up with Ye Shuang, and this Yezi somehow looked a bit like Ye Shuang did when he was a kid, right?

The whole story is a bit complicated, Ye Shuang said.

Are you going to start from the baby-making process? Chen Hai asked. Sigh, I have no interest in hearing about your dirty deeds with Chen Qin. I wouldn't even watch that if it were made into a movie.

Fuck off. Ye Shuang gave him the middle finger, almost standing up to kick Chen Hai.

Afterward, he recounted the story of how he found Yezi to Chen Hai.

You followed a dog and picked up a little girl in the bushes? Chen Hai confirmed.

Yeah.

Do you think you're playing Pokémon? You take two steps and a kid pops out for you to catch. Did that Corgi help you battle too? Chen Hai rolled his eyes, treating it as Ye Shuang spouting nonsense.

I'm serious.

I believe you. Actually, I'm Qin Shi Huang. Venmo me 50 bucks and I'll make you a great general, Chen Hai said.

...

Seeing that Ye Shuang was about to get angry, Chen Hai immediately coughed dryly. Alright, alright, I believe you, okay? Seriously, bros before anything.

The doctor said the child's memory might have some issues, so she calls me and Chen Qin Dad and Mom, Ye Shuang continued.

So that's why she called me Uncle. Chen Hai realized. But the next second, he felt something indescribably off. After looking at Yezi in confusion for a few seconds, he suddenly nudged Ye Shuang with his elbow.

Did she just call me Uncle?

Yes, Ye Shuang nodded.

Really?

You're not deaf, Ye Shuang said irritably.

Then why did she call me Uncle? Does she know my relationship with Chen Qin? Chen Hai wondered.

Ye Shuang froze for a moment, then also realized something was wrong. He turned to look at Yezi, who was hugging her plushie and blinking her big eyes.

Yezi, why did you call him Uncle?

Because Uncle is Uncle, Yezi gave the same excuse as always.

Ye Shuang stayed silent for a few seconds, then said to Chen Hai, It should just be a coincidence. She also calls Little Yuyou Mom. Kids just say things for fun.

She also calls Little Yuyou Mom? Chen Hai raised an eyebrow.

Yeah.

Why do I feel like she didn't call the wrong person? Chen Hai stroked his bearded chin.

What do you mean she didn't call the wrong person? I'm not her real father.

Chen Hai joked, Why don't you actually get a blood test?

Where would I get a kid this big from? Ye Shuang rolled his eyes.

Hearing Ye Shuang say that, Yezi hugged the plushie a little tighter and buried her head.

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