The day my remarriage was rejected, I got married to a billionaire CEO

Xiaoyu had agreed with her father and stepmother two days in advance that Ke Yongxin would take her back to meet his parents-in-law on Saturday and asked them to help take care of the child for half a day. She would pick the child up in the afternoon.

The stepmother agreed immediately and asked her why she didn't take Duoduo with her. She said Ke Yongxin hadn't told her parents that she had a child. The stepmother didn't say anything at the time.

On Friday night, her father suddenly called and said that he and her stepmother had to go out for something urgent and couldn't help her take care of Duoduo.

Xiaoyu felt that her stepmother didn't want to help her take care of the child and deliberately made up an excuse. It's okay for her stepmother to do this, but why would her own father do this? Thinking of this, she felt sad.

She hurriedly called her sister to tell her about her situation and asked if she could help take care of Duoduo.

"I'm out of town and won't be home until tomorrow afternoon. Xiaoyu, since you're married, his parents will know about Duoduo's existence sooner or later, so it's better to let them know earlier." Xiaojin said.

"But..." Xiaoyu hesitated to speak. She didn't want to tell her sister that her marriage with Ke Yongxin was a fake one.

"There is another way. You can take Duoduo with you and say that Duoduo is my daughter. I am on a business trip and ask you to help take care of the child." Xiao Jin suggested.

"Is this okay?" Xiaoyu said thoughtfully.

"Personally, I think it's better to let them know right from the start. If it works out, it works out. If it doesn't, then break up as soon as possible. The longer you wait, the deeper your feelings will be, and the more painful it will be to break up. What do you think?"

"I have a call coming in, you make your own decision. I'm hanging up." Xiao Jin said and hung up the phone.

She told Ke Yongxin about it, and Ke Yongxin said that she should take Duoduo with her since he had already told her father and her stepmother would know sooner or later.

The next morning, the couple and their child set out from home at eight o'clock and arrived in about an hour. Ke Yongxin drove directly to the vegetable market closest to their old house.

He was still responsible for holding the baby, while Xiaoyu was responsible for shopping.

"Don't buy too much. There are only five of us eating at noon, plus Duoduo, there are six of us. If you buy too much, they will have leftovers at night."

Ke Yongxin was dressed in a suit and a black mask. He was walking through the vegetable market, holding a child in one hand and vegetables in the other, accompanied by a fat woman.

Because he is so out of place in the picture, many people turned their heads to look at him. Maybe everyone is guessing what the relationship between these three people is.

After buying the vegetables and walking out of the market, Ke Yongxin breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he did not run into any acquaintances at the market. Even if he did, they probably would not recognize him.

They have moved out of their old house for almost 20 years, and their former neighbors have also moved to new homes one after another. The houses here are either sold or rented out, and some are simply empty or used as warehouses, waiting for the government to purchase and demolish them.

Ke Yongxin's car turned into an alley, with old houses on both sides, some were bungalows, some were two-story buildings, some had small wooden doors, and some had large iron doors.

Every house has a house number, and in front of each number are the words "Guangming Shangjie". Xiaoyu remembered that these words were also on Ke Yongxin's ID card.

Some walls are bare, while others are covered with vines and flowers.

"The house in front, with the walls covered with orange and yellow bell flowers, is my father's house. It's also where I was born."

Through the car window, Xiaoyu saw small yellow flowers hanging on the mottled wall, swaying gently in the breeze. The graceful figures of the flowers, imprinted by the sunlight on the old wall, had an indescribable beauty of vicissitudes.

As the car got closer, a large rusty iron gate came into view. Through the hollows, you could see the flowers and plants in the yard and a mango tree. A few roosters were strolling leisurely, and a few hens were pecking at the broken leaves on the ground.

The moment one of the hens raised her head, a rooster next to it flapped its beautiful wings, held its head high and walked past the hen that was looking up at it.

This house is similar to what Ke Yongxin described. The location is indeed a bit remote and the house is indeed old, but the yard is still quite spacious.

There was a couple in their fifties who helped them manage the compound. Every week, workers would come to the villa to take chickens, ducks, eggs and vegetables.

The last time Ke Yongxin came back, the big iron gate opened when he drove up to the dealership. Today he gave the couple a day off. He could only get out of the car and push open the door himself.

The yard was empty. He parked the car, picked up the vegetables and walked towards the wooden door of the main house. Xiaoyu followed behind with Duoduo in her arms, feeling a little nervous.

When Ke Yongxin pushed open the wooden door, she subconsciously tugged at the corner of her clothes, hugged Duoduo in her arms, and followed him through the door.

"Are you back?" A deep voice sounded in the dimly lit living room.

"Well, Dad, why are you sitting here? I'll help you move the chair to the yard. It's very comfortable to bask in the sun outside in this weather." Ke Yongxin said in the direction of the voice.

Only then did Xiaoyu notice a man in his fifties lying on the recliner in the corner, whose facial features were somewhat similar to Ke Yongxin.

"Grandpa." Duoduo's reaction was faster than Xiaoyu's. The moment she saw Mr. Ke, she called him in a baby voice. There was no hesitation at all, as if the grandfather and grandson had known each other for a long time.

Ke Zhengjie, who had a blank expression on his face, felt his heart warmed when the child called him "Grandpa". He pulled the corners of his mouth awkwardly, hummed, and sat up from the recliner.

"Dad." Xiaoyu opened her mouth and uttered the word awkwardly.

"Well, let the children take the fruits on the table." Ke Zhengjie responded vaguely and pointed to the fruits on the coffee table.

"Duoduo, come here to your uncle. Let mommy drink some water and take a rest before cooking." Ke Yongxin took Duoduo from Xiaoyu's arms.

"Call Ading and ask him where he is." Father Ke seemed to be talking to his son, but in fact he was staring at Duoduo in his son's arms and shaking the White Rabbit milk candy in his hand.

"Go find grandpa, I'll call my uncle." He handed Duoduo to his father, walked into the yard with his mobile phone, stood under the mango tree and called Ke Yongding.

Seeing that her daughter was not crying or making a fuss in Mr. Ke’s arms, Xiaoyu went into the kitchen to prepare lunch.

"Ading is on the way, where's Auntie?" After Ke Yongxin finished the call, he saw his father taking Duoduo to feed chickens in the yard.

"She didn't sleep well last night, so she's catching up on her sleep upstairs." Father Ke answered his son while continuing to play with Duoduo.

The winter sun shines in the yard, through the mango leaves, and falls on the old and the young, looking so warm.

Ke Yongxin stood by the wooden door, looking at it in a trance. It was as if he was back in his childhood, with his father holding Ke Yongding in his arms, with a happy and satisfied smile on his face. The sound of chopping meat came from the kitchen, and his mother was preparing to stew chicken for them.

"I'm back." A white car drove into the yard and a handsome boy got out of the car. His face looked particularly bright and charming under the sunlight.

Xiaoyu was standing in the kitchen wearing a green apron. The sound of a car in the yard attracted her attention, and she leaned out to look. At this time, a middle-aged woman in lavender casual clothes, short in stature and elegant in temperament, came down from upstairs, blocking her view.

She was shocked: Why is it her?