Picking up the child of a superstar he went to the baby variety show chapter 9

The room fell silent for a moment.

Jian Zhile’s body stiffened. Seeing the woman smiling kindly at him, he felt no joy at the prospect of having a connection to a film star. Instead, he was fearful that any misunderstanding could provoke Gu Qingye, a powerful man, which would lead to serious trouble for him.

Considering this, Jian Zhile instinctively started to explain, “No, he’s not the child’s father. He’s…”

But the words stuck in his throat.

How could he explain it? Could he say this was Gu Qingye? Say he wasn’t his husband but a superstar, a film emperor?

Since Gu Qingye was wearing sunglasses, he obviously didn’t want to be recognized. Revealing his identity would only cause more trouble if it got out.

Jian Zhile was at a loss for words.

“Friend.”

Someone else spoke up.

Gu Qingye’s voice was low and elegant. He turned to the womAn And said, “We are friends.”

The woman was momentarily stunned, realizing her mistake. Observing closely, the man in the suit looked wealthy and exuded a strong aura. He didn’t fit in this ordinary small hospital room and didn’t look like a family member of the plainly dressed Jian Zhile.

After all, thinking about it carefully, a genuinely wealthy person’s child wouldn’t be crammed in here with them.

The woman quickly apologized, “I’m sorry, I misunderstood.”

Gu Qingye replied, “No problem.”

Some people naturally have an aura of control over everything.

Gu Qingye’s gaze lingered on An An, who was sleeping in the hospital bed. The small child only showed a tiny head, with a cute, pale face snuggled up and curled due to insecurity.

Seeing Gu Qingye looking at An An, Jian Zhile explained, “He had a fever last night and is still sleeping.”

Gu Qingye wasn’t normally curious about others, but somehow, this child drew his attention. He looked away and said to Jian Zhile, “I’ll be going now.”

Jian Zhile knew Gu Qingye had other matters with his nephew, so he responded, “Thank you for today.”

Gu Qingye, with his calm and lazy voice, said, “It was nothing.”

Jian Zhile recalled saying similar words at the candied hawthorn stall. It made sense now—Gu Qingye was helping him likely just to return a favor.

Indeed, he acted decisively and without fuss.

Understanding this, Jian Zhile said, “Goodbye then.”

Gu Qingye nodded slightly, took his long strides, and left the room, “Goodbye.”

Watching his tall figure disappear completely at the doorway, Jian Zhile sighed lightly, knowing this was truly a farewell. Given the disparity in their identities and statuses, they were unlikely to meet again.

Returning to his senses, he found the room unexpectedly quiet.

Several people were already awake but remained silent, likely intimidated by Gu Qingye’s strong presence.

The woman, who was more familiar with Jian Zhile, finally relaxed after the door closed. She asked, “Xiao Jian, who is your friend? He doesn’t seem like an ordinary person.”

Jian Zhile thought to himself, he’s far from ordinary. But such matters were not for him to discuss.

He walked to the cabinet to organize An An’s belongings and said, “His family is in business. We met by chance, just happened to be on the same route. By the way, here’s a candy figure for your child. I bought it outside the hospital.”

The woman immediately forgot the previous topic and smiled, “How thoughtful of you.”

Jian Zhile replied, “It’s nothing.”

Over the past two years, he had learned how to conduct himself and handle matters. When he first entered the industry as an orphan without connections or social skills, he suffered a lot. Now, he was more sensible.

Returning to An An’s bedside, Jian Zhile adjusted the blanket over the sleeping child.

Just as he was about to go to the doctor, the child on the bed slowly opened his eyes. An An, with his still drowsy and slightly surprised and delighted eyes, said, “Daddy?”

Jian Zhile said, “You’re awake.”

An An’s little hand reached out and touched Jian Zhile’s hand, which he hadn’t withdrawn. The child’s eyelashes fluttered as he softly said, “Daddy, your hand is so cold.”

Jian Zhile had just come in from outside, so his hands were naturally cold. He thought of pulling back his hand.

Unexpectedly, An An lowered his little head and blew warm air onto Jian Zhile’s hand, like a feather touching the back of his hand, “An An will blow on it and make it warm.”