Picking up the child of a superstar he went to the baby variety show chapter 5

Jian Zhile was suddenly flustered.

No matter how much he calculated, he never expected that the child would refuse to go to the police station!

Seeing the child crying and shedding tears, Jian Zhile hurriedly stepped forward to wipe his tears and said, “An An, don’t cry. I’m not abandoning you, but… but I’m not your dad. You are separated from your family right now. Your real family will worry about you and look for you. If I take you to the police station, you can reunite with your family.”

An An’s eyes were red, his long eyelashes fluttering as tears fell. He hiccuped through his tears and said, “But you are my daddy~”

Jian Zhile was stunned.

He didn’t understand why this child was so insistent on believing he was his father.

Looking at the child crying so sadly, Jian Zhile felt both heartache and helplessness. He said, “But I’ve never been married, nor have I ever had a child.”

An An replied, “I have a picture of Daddy.”

A picture?

Jian Zhile’s eyes lit up. If there was a picture, he could quickly help the police find the child’s parents when they got to the police station. He asked, “Where is it? Can I see it?”

An An nodded and pulled out a small, somewhat crumpled and yellowed photo from his zippered pocket, handing it to Jian Zhile.

Jian Zhile took it and froze in place.

Although the photo was a bit blurry, the image was unmistakable. Even if it was a little unclear, he could still recognize himself. But it wasn’t him now; it was a photo of him singing on stage from a talent show he participated in a few years ago.

That’s right.

Although Jian Zhile often worked odd jobs delivering food and washing dishes, his main job was actually as a singer under a talent agency.

An An pointed at the person in the photo with his small hand and said softly, “Daddy.”

Jian Zhile looked up at the child, his mind in a daze. He was initially certain that the child was not his, after all, he had been single for many years. How could a child appear out of nowhere!

But…

But the child had a photo of him!

An An threw himself into his arms, his small body trembling with sobs. “Daddy, please don’t send An An away.”

Jian Zhile’s mind was in turmoil, but he still held the child steadily. He took An An’s hand and led him back to the living room. He pulled out a tissue and carefully wiped away the child’s tears, speaking gently, “An An, don’t cry. I’m not abandoning you. Let’s eat first, okay? We won’t go to the police station.”

Only then did An An stop crying. He blinked his big eyes and asked in a babyish voice, “Really?”

Maybe he truly lacked a sense of security.

An An raised his small, white hand and said earnestly, “Pinky promise.”

Jian Zhile felt a pang in his heart. How could a child understand that for adults, even promises and oaths might change, let alone a simple pinky promise?

But for a child, a promise was something that wouldn’t change.

Jian Zhile gently bent down. The afternoon sun streamed in through the window, casting long shadows of the two of them. He extended his hand and lightly hooked his pinky finger with the child’s, speaking softly, “Pinky promise, no changes for a hundred years.”

An An’s tears turned into a smile, his dark eyes shining. He shook his small arm and said in a babyish voice, “Whoever breaks it is a puppy~”

Jian Zhile nodded, “Yes, whoever breaks it is a puppy.”

An An’s cheerful laughter was clear and pleasant.

Jian Zhile led him to the table. “Come on, let’s eat. I’ll eat with you.”

Fortunately, the food was still warm. After they finished their meal, Jian Zhile got up to clean the dishes. He said, “I’ll wash the dishes. An An, sit on the sofa for a while, okay?”

An An stood up and reached out his hand, “An An will help Daddy wash.”

Jian Zhile paused, looking at the child who wasn’t even as tall as his waist. He said gently, “No need, I can wash them. You can help me wipe the table later.”

An An nodded obediently.

Jian Zhile took the child to the living room and played some cartoons for him. The TV wasn’t used much, and it turned out the first time he used it was to let a child watch cartoons.

An An was well-behaved, sitting quietly on the sofa to watch.

While washing the dishes, Jian Zhile’s mind was racing. Although he was sure he was single, he did have a serious illness last year. He had been in a car accident and the doctor said he had a mild concussion, but it wasn’t serious. He didn’t think much of it after being discharged.

Could it be…

No, that’s impossible. Who took care of An An all these years then?

Jian Zhile felt a chaotic mix of thoughts. After finishing the dishes and wiping his hands, he went to the living room to check on the child, only to find An An asleep on the sofa.

The TV was still playing cartoons.

Jian Zhile quietly turned off the TV and approached the sleeping child. He whispered, “An An, you can’t sleep here. You’ll catch a cold. Let’s go to bed.”

But the child on the sofa didn’t respond.

Jian Zhile noticed a slight abnormal flush on An An’s face. His heart skipped a beat. He reached out to feel An An’s forehead and felt the burning temperature.

A fever!