Chapter 2 You're My Daddy

Six years later

In a crowded international airport, two men were anxiously waiting for someone they had been tasked to pick up.

"I haven't seen them yet, Director Zhang. Are you sure they're supposed to fly in today?" the shorter man asked the taller one. As he spoke, he scanned his surroundings and particularly focused on women traveling with a boy of about five or six years old.

At this time, a beautiful young woman walked out with a boy of five following her closely.

The little boy was wearing a plaid shirt and a pair of short pants. Under his dark and neat bangs and above his pink, chubby cheeks was a pair of big, black eyes. He looked like a cute little doll that turned the head of every person rushing about in the airport.

The young woman, who was pushing their baggage cart, had a flawless face and was wearing a long white shirt over a pair of tight-fitting jeans. Her hair was tied into a low ponytail that rested on the nape of her neck. Her look was simple, but she carried herself elegantly.

"Look, Mom. The woman in the poster looks just like you." The boy pointed to the poster on their left.

Audrey turned her head to look.

On the poster was a long-haired woman in a long, strapless dress.

She did look similar to her, and she exuded an aura of confidence that some might find bordering on vanity. She must have been very busy during the past few years chasing after fame.

Alia had done well for herself.

Audrey's eyes flashed with hatred.

A few years ago, Alia claimed to know Audrey's mother's location and tricked her into going there. She then had her kidnapped and assaulted, occupied everything she owned in the Yang family and stole her fiance. She then threw her into the sea. Audrey almost died, but Graysen Su rescued her.

Now she was back, and it was time to settle some scores.

The noise ahead pulled Audrey out of her reverie.

A large group of people holding LED boards and colorful flags shouted excitedly, "Alia! Alia!" They rushed toward her and her son.

"Mom, why are they running toward us?"

At the sight of the approaching mob, she immediately instructed her son to keep walking and stay close. Thankfully, a few airport guards came to assist them, and they were able to walk through the crowd.

"Thank God that's over. Baby? Are you okay?" Audrey looked around and realized that she was now alone.

Her son was gone.

Where did he go?

Her heart leapt to her throat. She instantly thought about the news she had heard a few days back about children getting abducted in airports from right under their parents' noses.

"Baby! Harlan! Where are you?"

"Excuse me. Are you Miss Audrey Yang?" While she was busy looking around for her son and trying not to break down and cry in public, two men approached her.

"Yes, I am. Who are you?"

"I'm Joe Zhang. I work for He Group. We spoke on the phone yesterday. I'm here to pick you and your son up," the taller man answered. He flashed her a confused look. He must be wondering why she was alone.

"We got separated. He was just behind me, and then we walked through a mob of screaming Alia Yang fans. He was gone after we passed them. Please help me find him. I'm freaking out."

"Don't worry, Miss Yang. We'll find your son soon. He couldn't have gotten far."

The two men immediately went to search for Harlan Yang while Audrey sought help from airport security. On the other side of the airport, two handsome men with figures and looks comparable to that of international models were strolling out of the airport hall.

"What a trip! If it weren't for that woman who was playing tricks, I would've stayed for a few more days. It's such a shame. I spent a lot of time chasing after that blonde girl,"

the one in the white suit said, smiling playfully.

The other one kept walking as if he had not heard a word. His face was cold but impeccable like it was expertly carved out of marble. He seemed to be the quiet and aloof type, but his eyes said a lot, and he moved with a sort of restrained power that drew the attention of strangers. He was the kind of beauty that suggested a hint of danger, and he seemed to be magnetic. His name was Kyler He.

His friend, Malcolm Mo, turned his head toward him. Unlike him, Malcolm was all sunshine and playtime, and he did not like it when the person he was talking to ignored him.

"With that woman's nature, there must be a big surprise waiting for us. And since you're so calm, I suppose you've already thought of a way to win."

Kyler narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips. He was about to say something when a small voice called out to him.

"Daddy?"

He turned his head and saw a pair of big, dark eyes staring up at him. Beside him, Malcolm gasped.

"Wow! When did you have a son?" The boy looked exactly like Kyler when he was a child. The resemblance was uncanny.

Harlan Yang looked at the tall, handsome man in front of him who carried himself like a noble emperor.

Was this him? Could this man possibly be his father?

Kyler stood there for a few moments with his mouth hanging open. He wanted to turn around and walk away, but the boy looked so cute that he felt the urge to hug him.

Finally, he smiled and crouched in front of the little stranger. He gently patted his head and asked, "Why are you out here alone, boy? Where are your mommy and daddy?"

"My name is Harlan. I've been looking for you for a long time, Daddy." The boy excitedly grabbed his sleeve, his eyes shining like a starry night sky.

"You must be mistaking me for someone else, kid. I'm not your daddy." Although he found the boy cute and adorable, he was not about to humor him.

"Yes, you are. My app said so. Look." The boy held up his phone and showed it to him.

On the screen were two photos side by side, one was his and the other was the little boy's. There was a line of words under the photos.

It read, "Paternity probability: ninety percent."

"What's this?"

"This is the app I designed and used to find you, Daddy." The boy raised his chin proudly as he introduced his software to him.

"It compares photos of two people and uses facial recognition technology to measure the probability of familial relation. Just now, I scanned your face with my mobile phone, and it gave me this result. So yes, you are my daddy."

"But the probability is only ninety percent. It means that there's still a ten-percent chance that we're not related," Kyler gently reminded him.

"This is the highest result I've ever gotten. The previous ones were all below eighty percent."

It was written in the little boy's big, black eyes that he really wanted him to be his daddy.

Malcolm suddenly burst into laughter and smacked him in the arm.

"Tell me the truth—since when did you start having unprotected sex, man? That is so irresponsible."