Chapter 5 — Baby Copy Bring Me Closer to You One More Time

He gradually walked in front of me, bent down, and for the first time, from a level angle, looked intently at Rice Cake. His eyes scanned every line on the boy's face - from the eyebrows, the bridge of the nose, to the lips - so meticulously that it seemed like he was confirming a newly found treasure. Rice Cake is also not afraid of strangers, his big round eyes look straight at him, curiously facing him. One big, one small, two almost identical faces, just facing each other. That scene... the killing power was truly too strong. Assistant Tran quietly retreated to the wall, took out his phone, and seemed to be texting someone. I guess the Pho family's chat group is about to explode today. "What... is your name?" Pho Thua Nghiem spoke, his voice was hoarse. "My name is To Tinh Ngon, my family name is Rice Cake." Rice Cake replied briskly. "How old are you?" "Four and a half years old." Four and a half years old... Pho Thua Nghiem's body staggered a bit. He suddenly turned around and glared at me. In the depths of his eyes were violent waves - surprise, joy, and... sky-high anger. "To Tieu Mi!" He gritted his teeth and squeezed out each word, "You dare take my child and run away?!" Me: "..." It's over, this time I'm sure I'll die. I hugged the Rice Cake, like a pitiful young rabbit targeted by a hunter, trembling non-stop. "I... I didn't know... I didn't know it was yours..." I still tried to struggle in vain. "I don't know?" Pho Thua Nghiem laughed angrily, pointed at the identical face, "Look at this face and you say you don't know?!" I was speechless. This... really can't be argued. Rice Cake seemed to sense the tense atmosphere, his small hand tightened on my shirt, and he whispered: "Mami, this uncle is so fierce." "It's not me." Pho Thua Nghiem suddenly spoke, his eyes turned to Rice Cake, suddenly so gentle that it gave me goosebumps. He reached out his hand, wanting to pat the boy's head, but stopped in mid-air, as if afraid of scaring him. He took a deep breath, used the gentlest tone in the world, word by word: "Rice Cake, I'm not you. I'm your father." Rice Cake blinked, looked at him, then looked at me, her small face full of dreaminess. "Ba... ba?" This word, to Rice Cake, was very strange. I never mentioned it in front of the boy. "Yes, it's dad." Pho Thua Nghiem's eyes turned red. Finally, he placed his hand on Rice Cake's head and gently rubbed it, "Sorry, I'm late." I looked at the scene of father and son recognizing each other in front of me, my heart was filled with hundreds of thoughts. It feels like the white mustard plant I worked hard to grow was eaten by a wild boar. That's not right, he's the pig. I am that pitiful white mustard plant. "To Tieu Mi." Pho Thua Nghiem stood up, immediately regained his noble CEO appearance, looked down at me from above, "Let's talk." "I have nothing to say to you." I hugged Rice Cake tightly and looked at him warily. "Is that so?" He smiled coldly, "Then let's talk about custody of Rice Cake. I think, the Pho family's team of lawyers will definitely be willing to discuss this with you."Child custody! These three words are like a sharp blade, piercing my heart. My face immediately turned pale. "You dare!" "Let's see if I dare." His eyes were as cold as ice, without any warmth, "Or, you have another choice." "What choice?" "Take Rice Cake, come home with me." "Dream!" I almost screamed. Going to his house? Isn't that like putting your head into the wolf's mouth! The nightmare from five years ago was about to repeat itself! "Mami, don't be fierce..." Rice Cake was scared by me and began to sob.