"You actually deceived me into marriage!" The man's face flushed red with anger, as he pointed at An Tong and cursed, "You're pregnant before marriage and you dare to get someone else to take responsibility! You look so innocent, but who would've thought your personal life would be such a mess!"

This outburst caused quite a stir in the once quiet high-class restaurant, as people all around turned to look at the "deceiving" woman sitting opposite of the man.

Surrounded by so many varying glances, An Tong seemed completely ignorant of what was happening. She lowered her head to look at the "innocent" child in her arms, her mind momentarily crashing.

"You'll see!" The man seethed with frustration, then violently flipped the table and left the restaurant in a fit of anger.

Hearing this, the little bun in An Tong's arms narrowed his eyes, coldly watching the direction in which the man had left.

After walking a few steps out of the restaurant, the man inexplicably fell flat on his face.

"......"

This dramatic turn of events left An Tong dumbfounded.

She had merely come today to go on a blind date, but unexpectedly, a little boy came out of nowhere, latched onto her leg, and loudly started calling her "mom"!

And just like that... she had become the "deceptive" woman in the mouth of her date.

Thinking of this, An Tong lowered her head to look at the child in her arms.

As the woman looked down, the little bun quickly adjusted the cap on his head, reestablishing his innocent and adorable expression.

Seeing the boy's naive and cute appearance, An Tong's heart nearly melted.

She picked up the little bun, softened her voice, and asked, "Little one, where are your mom and dad?"

The little bun stretched out his chubby finger, pointed upwards, and replied in a childlike voice, "Dad is taking a shower."

"So, you sneaked out while the adults took a bath?" An Tong asked, understandingly nodding her head and continued to question, "Where is your mother?"

The little dumpling tilted his head, pointed at An Tong, and called out, "Mama."

As a mature single lady, An Tong admitted that she didn't particularly warm to children, but the boy's calling her "mama" seemed to ignite her latent maternal instincts.

She couldn't help but pinch the little dumpling's face, exclaiming, "So adorable! How can you be so cute...”

After appreciating the boy's stunningly handsome face for a moment, An Tong asked, "What's your name?"

The little dumpling's eyes swiveled around, and he quickly answered, "Meng Meng!"

"Meng Meng? Your name is Meng Meng?" An Tong was in disbelief. She had only casually praised him as 'adorable,’ and his real name turned out to be Meng Meng.

His mother picked such an appealing name. It fits entirely to her taste!

Given that the child was exceptionally adorable, An Tong decided not to call a waiter and opted instead to personally take Meng Meng back to his father.

Inside the hotel elevator.

In a few minutes of chatting with the marvelous Meng Meng, An Tong learned that the child was five years old.

However, he doesn't feel like a five-year-old at all. His vocabulary richness, agile thinking exceeded An Tong's understanding of a five-year-old.

Chatterbox Meng Meng kept sharing stories about him and his dad, but he virtually never mentioned his mother.

An Tong couldn't help but ask, "Meng Meng, where is your mother?"

Meng Meng was silent for a moment and didn't respond, just looked at An Tong.

An Tong thought she had touched upon the child's sensibilities, and quickly changed the topic, "We've reached the top floor, let's go find your dad."

Mengmeng lowered her head, concealing the mischievous glint in her eyes.

Following Mengmeng's direction, An Tong arrived at Suite 2102, the Presidential Suite. The carpets on the top floor were laid thick, making her footsteps soundless.

Until—

"Daddy, open the door! Daddy!"

The child's loud calling disrupted the silence.

"MengMeng, we might disturb others, we can ring the doorbell."

MengMeng turned her head, looking at An Tong with an amused smirk, "This whole floor is ours, we don't have to worry."

Um…

Were they this wealthy?

This is a high-end hotel, the price for an entire floor would be unattainable for An Tong in her lifetime.

Just as she was about to ring the doorbell, the door was opened from the inside.

What met An Tong's gaze was the solidly sculpted chest of a man, distinctly defined abs, faintly visible oblique lines and water droplets that slid down his hair, meandering downwards…