At 5 PM, Jing Rong was rushed out to the gate by his wife to wait for his grandson.

He walked back and forth outside the iron gate for the nth time. In the distance, he saw a flashy hovercar flying over from the horizon. The car’s shell was a flashy laser pink, almost blinding him.

“What kind of taste do these young people have!” Jing Rong raised his hand to block the light.

A moment later, the hovercar landed in front of him, and the window slowly came down.

Chi Yao rested his arm on the window and looked over with a smile. “Old man, whose gate are you loitering around now?”

Jing Rong was stunned when he heard the voice. He rubbed his eyes, which were seeing stars.

How could this person look so much like his grandson?

Chi Yao: “Open the garage.”

Jing Rong woodenly waved to the AI butler, watching the car drive in, unable to believe it.

Where did Xixi get this shady car from?

Chi Yao parked the car and got out. He saw Jing Rong looking at him from a distance, refusing to come over.

“What do you think? Doesn’t this car look good?” Chi Yao hooked his arm around his shoulder like they were brothers, pointing at the car. “I just got it painted.”

Jing Rong looked at the hand on his shoulder, his expression becoming wooden again.

“Xixi, are you, are you very tired recently?”

Chi Yao was about to say he was okay, but he met the old man’s inquiring gaze and nodded. “A little.”

Jing Rong: “Then, do you want to come home and stay for a few days?”

Chi Yao walked inside with him. “Let’s not.”

If he angered them, Jing Xi would definitely fight him to the death.

The Jing family was a major noble family. Their status on the Imperial Star was second only to the royal family.

The Jing family’s main residence was more than a little bit more luxurious than Jing Xi’s small villa.

Chi Yao casually glanced around.

It wasn’t far from the military zone. Jing Xi lived in a small house when he could have lived in a big one. He was really hard to understand.

As soon as they arrived in the living room, Bai Qi came out of the kitchen with a plate.

“Xixi, you’re here. Are you hungry? Have some small snacks first. Dinner will be ready soon.” She said to Chi Yao with a smile, then raised her chin and greeted Jing Rong. “Old man, go and get the snacks.”

Jing Rong: “Let the AI bring it.”

Bai Qi: “Go now!”

Jing Rong: “…”

A moment later, Chi Yao picked up a piece of egg tart, eating and laughing.

“Your family status is worrying.”

Jing Rong: “…”

He struggled to say, “When you’re not here, she treats me very well.”

It would have been better if he hadn’t said that. Chi Yao laughed so hard he almost choked.

Jing Rong was humiliated and angry. “Dinner isn’t ready yet. Let’s play a game first!”

He could only regain the face he had lost elsewhere on the chessboard.

Chi Yao glanced at him. “We can, but let’s agree first. Don’t cry if you lose, or I won’t play with you.”

Jing Rong waved, and the AI moved the chessboard over. “Who would cry?!”

Chi Yao sat casually with one leg bent. “Even if you do cry, I won’t comfort you.”

Jing Rong was angered. He picked up a white piece and put it in the middle of the board. “Stop with the nonsense. Let’s go!”

One minute later—

Chi Yao placed his black piece, which made five in a row.

“You lose.”

Jing Rong was in disbelief. How could he be defeated at the very beginning of the game?

Jing Rong: “Let’s play another round!”

Chi Yao ate the egg tart. “Didn’t we say only one round? Dinner’s ready.”

Jing Rong cleaned up the board. “What’s there to eat? It’s not delicious anyway.”

Chi Yao: “…”

You must be asking for a beating.

Two minutes later—

Chi Yao: “You lose again.”

Jing Rong: “Again!”

Four minutes later—

Chi Yao: “You lose again.”

Jing Rong: “Again!”

Chi Yao: “Dinner’s ready.”

Jing Rong: “Just one more round.”

Chi Yao: “…”

Five minutes later—

“Wait a minute!” Jing Rong blocked Chi Yao’s hand, took back the piece he had just placed, and said, “Let me think again.”

Chi Yao: “No regrets, old man.”

Jing Rong: “I, my heart didn’t land on it yet, so it doesn’t count.”

Chi Yao: “…”

Ten minutes later—

“Wait!” Jing Rong picked up the piece Chi Yao had placed and stuffed it back into his hand. “I made a mistake.”

Chi Yao propped his chin, chewing on the egg tart, with an expression that said, “I knew you would do this.”

“Since you’re old, I’ll only let you change it this one time.”

Fifteen minutes later—

Chi Yao finished the plate of egg tarts. “You’ve been thinking for three minutes. Haven’t you decided where to put it yet?”

Jing Rong’s face was solemn. “Just give me ten more seconds.”

Chi Yao: “Ten… nine… two…”

Jing Rong’s eyes lit up. He picked up a white piece and put it down, smiling. “I have four!”

Chi Yao picked up a black piece and lazily placed it in a spot. “I have five.”

Jing Rong’s face changed. “Again—”

Bai Qi came out of the kitchen with a bowl of soup. “Dinner’s ready.”

The pork rib soup smelled so good.

Chi Yao’s heart was instantly captured. He abandoned the chessboard and Jing Rong and ran to the table.

Jing Rong: “I haven’t won yet.”

Chi Yao left a final word. “Wake up. You’ll never win no matter how many times we play.”

Jing Rong: “…………”

At the dinner table, Chi Yao looked at the mountain of various dishes in his bowl, enjoying the “baby treatment” for the first time.

Bai Qi was only short of holding his bowl and feeding him.

“How is it? Are you used to the taste?” Bai Qi picked up another piece of food with her chopsticks, carefully adding it to the mountain.

It was the first time Chi Yao had eaten so properly at someone else’s house.

“It’s a little salty.”

Bai Qi’s hand paused. “You have a heavy taste. I was afraid it would be too bland for you.”

Chi Yao: “…”

I can’t believe the old ice block has such a heavy taste.

Bai Qi brought a plate to him. “Here. This is your favorite stir-fried cabbage with vinegar.”

Chi Yao’s expression turned wooden. “………… Take it away.”

Bai Qi: “? You used to love—”

Chi Yao filled a bowl of soup for her, interrupting her. “Here, Sister Qi. Drink some soup to beautify yourself.”

Bai Qi was stunned when she heard him call her that. She laughed and teased, “Do I look that young?”

Chi Yao said seriously, “Yes. In my eyes, you are much prettier than other Omegas.”

Just as he took his hand back, a bowl was in front of him. He looked up and saw Jing Rong holding out his hand, his face serious.

Chi Yao also filled a bowl for him, holding back a laugh. “Brother Rong, drink some soup to improve your intelligence.”

Jing Rong was happy at first, but his expression stiffened when he heard that.

“You brat, have some respect!”

He grumbled and finished the soup in one gulp.

After dinner, Chi Yao was pulled to play chess again. In less than half an hour, he had made Jing Rong depressed.

Jing Rong held on stubbornly. “I’m not familiar with Gomoku. If we were playing Go, you wouldn’t be my match.”

“Go?” Chi Yao smiled. “Let’s not.”

Jing Rong regained some confidence and laughed. “I knew you wouldn’t dare.”

Chi Yao: “If you cry, I’ll have to comfort you. It’s too much trouble.”

Jing Rong: “…”

“Let’s rest and have some fruit.” Bai Qi brought a plate to the yard. “I haven’t seen so many stars in a long time.”

Chi Yao looked up at the sky. There were no mountains in this area, and the height of the buildings was strictly limited. The stars in the sky were almost unobstructed, completely visible.

Was this the sky that Jing Xi had been looking at since he was a child?

How enviable.

“You used to love sitting there and looking at the stars,” Bai Qi sighed. “In the blink of an eye, so many years have passed.”

Chi Yao looked in the direction she pointed.

Under a sycamore tree on one side, there was a small swing made of vines. Although it was very clean, you could tell it had been there for a while.

The little rival, sitting on a swing looking at the stars?

He could picture it.

“Look. This is a picture I secretly took back then.” Bai Qi enlarged a photo in the air.

Chi Yao immediately looked at it.

The child in the picture was only four or five years old. Their skin was very fair, their features were delicate, and they were sitting barefoot on the swing in ruffled pajamas. Their soft hair was draped over their shoulders, with unruly ends sticking up.

Chi Yao’s heart suddenly contracted.

This person, he seemed to have seen them somewhere before.

“This, is me?” Chi Yao’s voice was tight.

Bai Qi: “You were young then. Maybe you’ve forgotten.”

Jing Rong, who had cleaned up the chessboard, walked over. “You were always mistaken for an Omega back then.”

Bai Qi laughed. “That’s right. And that child also mistook you for an O—”

Halfway through, the smile on her lips stiffened. She hurriedly changed the subject. “Come, come. These cherries are very sweet. Try some.”

Chi Yao’s heart was beating very fast. He forced himself to calm down.

Jing Xi was a young master from a noble family on the Imperial Star, while he was an orphan who grew up in poverty.

There was no chance for them to have met when they were children.

Maybe it was just because Jing Xi looked a bit like he did now when he was a child, which gave him that sense of familiarity.

Chi Yao calmed down, opened his terminal, and handed it to Bai Qi. “Send me the photo.”

After 9 PM, Chi Yao clearly felt that the two elders were tired.

He stood up. “I have something to handle. I’ll be going back now.”

Jing Rong paused. “It’s so late. Just stay here and play a few more rounds with me.”

Chi Yao: “I’m not playing anymore.”

Bai Qi was very reluctant. She held Chi Yao and talked for a while, afraid that he would get hungry or cold.

Chi Yao got into the driver’s seat and waved to them. “It’s getting late. Go back and sleep.”

Jing Rong opened his mouth. “Will you come next week?”

Chi Yao was about to wave them off, but he caught a glimpse of the anticipation in their eyes. The words of refusal were suddenly stuck in his throat.

No one knew how many times he and Jing Xi would switch. Maybe this was the last time.

Chi Yao’s lips curled into a light smile. “If you buy playing cards, I’ll come.”

“It’s a deal, then.”

As if afraid he would go back on his word, Jing Rong replied very quickly.

Chi Yao started the car. “Then I’ll be going now. Rest early.”

The two elders watched the hovercar fly away and didn’t look away until they couldn’t see it anymore.

Bai Qi’s face was full of worry. “Is Xixi sick again?”

Jing Rong: “Yes. Even his personality has changed.”

Bai Qi’s voice was a little choked up. “This child has suffered so much. He keeps everything to himself and doesn’t have anyone to talk to.”

Jing Rong held her hand and sighed. “I think this is also good. He’s so much more cheerful. It’s been so long since he smiled at us. He smiled nineteen times tonight.”

Bai Qi choked back sobs as she said, “And he said the pork rib soup I made was delicious.”

Jing Rong: “He doesn’t like stir-fried cabbage with vinegar. Don’t make it next time.”

Bai Qi: “Okay. He also likes the egg tarts.”

“He even called me Sister Qi.” Bai Qi smiled while she was crying.

Thinking of his grandson’s “Brother Rong,” Jing Rong pretended to be angry. “Given that he’s sick, I won’t hold a grudge against that brat.”

Bai Qi: “Do you dare to?”

Jing Rong: “…………”

After leaving the Jing family, Chi Yao’s mind was a little chaotic. It was still early, so he drove around aimlessly.

Thinking of the photo of the little baby, he pulled it up and looked at it for a moment. He sent it to “himself.”

[You have the face of a future wife but you’ve grown up to be my rival. You need to reflect on yourself.]

Just as he clicked send, a call came in.

He swiped it open, and his own face appeared on the screen.

Jing Xi: “Did you go to my grandfather’s house?”

Looking at his own cold expression, Chi Yao was very uncomfortable.

“Yes. They treated me warmly all night.”

Jing Xi’s eyes moved slightly. “Are they doing well?”

Chi Yao sneered, “What kind of question is that? It’s as if you haven’t been back in a long time—”

Halfway through, he suddenly understood why the two elders treated him with such care. It turned out that the real grandson didn’t go home at all. He was better than the fake one.

“You don’t cherish your family when you have them. You’ll regret it later,” Chi Yao said lazily.

Jing Xi’s face was cold, and his lips were pursed tightly. “What do you know?”

The smile on Chi Yao’s lips also turned cold. “I really don’t know, and I don’t want to know. It’s your home. Go back or don’t.”

Jing Xi had no intention of telling him too much about his family anyway.

Maybe he understood Chi Yao to a certain extent, but as long as they were a soldier and a star pirate, they would always be on opposing sides and would never become close friends.

Chi Yao: “Save the photo to my album.”

Jing Xi: “…”

Chi Yao sighed, the words carrying a hidden meaning. “Such a pretty little Omega, but you grew up to be an Alpha.”

Jing Xi retorted, “Were you covered in muscles when you were four or five?”

Chi Yao smiled languidly. “At least I didn’t wear ruffled pajamas.”

Jing Xi: “…My dad bought that before I was born.”

Chi Yao: “Don’t explain. I won’t laugh at you even if you like to wear ruffles.”

He hadn’t finished speaking yet but was already laughing.

Jing Xi defended himself. “That’s a boy’s style—”

Halfway through, he saw Chi Yao looking at the monitor and keenly noticed that something was wrong. “What’s wrong?”

Chi Yao turned off the automatic driving, sharply turned the steering wheel, and the car flew in a beautiful arc in the air.

He looked at the black hovercar that couldn’t turn in time through the window. His smile was a little cold. “A few flies are following me—”