CHAPTER 409: CHAPTER 409: I AM HER SON

Unable to contact Qin Feng, Sang Ning decided to find Song Shiye first—slightly less challenging.

But as she dialed Song Shiye, the ringtone had barely started before he hung up.

Normally, Sang Ning would let it slide, assuming he was at school and it wasn’t convenient to take calls.

But now he was clearly hanging around somewhere in the lobby!

To instantly hang up on her? That was a little hard to justify.

Sang Ning simply assumed it was a slip of his hand and redialed.

This time, he didn’t hang up; he answered after just one ringtone, though his tone sounded rushed, almost anxious to end the call: "Sister Sangsang, I’m busy solving practice questions right now. I’ll reply later."

She hadn’t even had the chance to speak when the beeping sound of the call ending rang in her ears.

This little brat!

As if worried Sang Ning wouldn’t believe him, Song Shiye sent over a photo after hanging up.

It showed him diligently working on his exercises, though the background was rather odd.

In the photo, Song Shiye sat on a small stool up against a white wall, lacking even a table. His practice booklet was sprawled across his thighs while he focused on solving problems with a pen in hand.

His posture was upright—aside from a slight angle as he lowered his head, his back was perfectly straight. His fine bangs drooped over his eyes. A tall nose bridge, sharp jawline, yet all imbued with that undeniable youthful charm.

Sang Ning pursed her lips. This kid... even staging photos, he couldn’t help but strike a pose!

Fans watching the livestream were bursting with excitement. Some of them, hardcore Song Shiye supporters, had been waiting forever to see their idol make an appearance, and this photo had them screaming with joy.

[Ahhhhh! My brother weaponizing his hotness—he’s killing me! I’m done for!]

[I might seriously worship Sang Ning now. Thanks to her, I get to see my brother’s limited-edition "Study Mode" photo set.]

[This is exactly the handsome scholar of my dreams! Begging—any film directors out there want to cast him?]

Sang Ning snapped a photo of the airport’s giant screen and sent it to Song Shiye: [What a coincidence, we’re at the same place. Need help with homework tutoring? (smile)]

Not long after sending it, Sang Ning’s phone rang—it was Song Shiye calling back proactively: "Sister Sangsang, I messed up..."

Song Shiye sounded hesitant, but Sang Ning cut him off: "I’m at the seating area in Zone A, third row from the back. Come find me."

Two minutes later, Song Shiye emerged from who-knows-what corner, hesitantly making his way over to Sang Ning. He slowed down visibly as he approached, bowing his head so low it almost touched the ground.

Sang Ning stepped forward at a languid pace. Song Shiye finally lifted his head, forcing an awkward smile: "Sister Sangsang, what a coincidence! Our school is organizing a winter camp abroad, so... I never thought we’d bump into each other here!"

His eyes darted around. He didn’t believe his own made-up excuse. What senior high school student had time for winter camp?

But he’d signed an agreement with the production team barring him from disclosing his guest participation before the official announcement.

"Quite the coincidence. I need your help with something. Will it disrupt your winter camp schedule?" Sang Ning smiled faintly, not bothering to expose his lie.

Song Shiye immediately straightened up, his gaze steadfast: "No disruption, no disruption! If Sister Sangsang needs something, that takes priority!"

"But—uh, what exactly is the matter?"

Sang Ning glanced at him without elaborating: "No rush. First, come with me to find someone."

Find someone?

Confused, Song Shiye obediently followed Sang Ning.

A few minutes later, his entire body tensed. His toes curled, his fingers clenched. He wished he could go deaf.

The airport’s service desk was broadcasting a missing person announcement. The sweet, anxious voice of a female worker repeated the message three times.

"Qin Feng, your mother Sang Ning is anxiously looking for you. Please proceed to the service desk upon hearing this announcement."

[What the hell! She can do that? Brilliant!]

[Sister Sang just effortlessly became a mom—scored herself a kid for free.]

[Qin Feng: If I’d known earlier, I wouldn’t have refused this crazy woman. She doesn’t need a leg-up; she builds her own ladder!]

Song Shiye didn’t know Qin Feng. His first reaction was sheer shock—Sang Ning had a child?!

When the announcement ended, Song Shiye’s face twisted into knots. His dark gaze fixated on Sang Ning, and his speech stammered awkwardly: "Sister Sangsang, a celebrity... having a kid out of wedlock..." Are you even concerned about your career?!

He couldn’t finish his sentence, but internally, he was screaming hysterically.

Sang Ning casually crossed her arms, lightly tapping her fingers against her forearm, lifting her eyelids lazily with half-hearted humor: "Being a pain-free mom isn’t bad, is it?"

Song Shiye’s eyes reddened as he looked at her, heartbroken.

Having kids isn’t painless. Sister Sangsang must’ve suffered a lot to give birth to Qin Feng!

Sang Ning’s finger froze mid-tap. What was he doing, pulling this lifeless, grief-stricken look? What, was the kid crumbling under study pressure or being bullied?

[Crying from laughter—these two are so hilariously off-track, not even in the same conversation!]

[Does Song Shiye not realize Sang Ning is joking? How is he still taking her seriously?!]

[Ah!! The pure-hearted puppy is worried for his sister, his eyes red from distress—my heart’s shattered!]

"Sister Sangsang, who’s Qin Feng’s father?" Song Shiye sniffled hard, barely managing to suppress his emotions.

Sang Ning replied offhandedly: "I don’t know."

She knew Qin Feng, but she didn’t know his father.

"You don’t know?!" Song Shiye’s eyes widened, his lips slightly parted, his words nearly breaking from the sheer emotional strain.

Sang Ning raised a brow in surprise: "Should I know who Qin Feng’s father is?"

"Abandon the father, keep the child?" Her composed nonchalance left Song Shiye at a loss. His sister’s progressive mindset was surely ahead of its time.

Sang Ning twitched her brows rapidly. "What kind of nonsense are you spouting?"

Song Shiye dropped his head silently, already strategizing how to help Sang Ning cover this up. For a celebrity in a career upswing, suddenly having a child would be an absolute disaster.

He also mulled over how challenging single motherhood must be—what could he do to ease her burden?

"Sang Ning, I’m going to kill you—how dare you?!"

While Song Shiye agonized about how to help, an utterly incongruent voice shocked him back to reality.

He looked up and saw an unfamiliar young man storming over, his strides furious enough to make his meticulously styled middle-parted hair—resembling oversized seaweed—flap comically in the air.

"What do you mean by this?" The moment he reached Sang Ning, the man raised his arm and, without hesitation, moved to shove her shoulder.

Before Qin Feng’s hand could touch her, Sang Ning lifted hers defensively, ready to swat his hand away.

At the same time, Song Shiye darted in front of Sang Ning, creating a barrier between her and Qin Feng.

"Who are you?" Song Shiye asked sternly, his face unusually mature for his age.

Qin Feng’s irritation flared. He was here to confront Sang Ning—what business did this meddling brat have to insert himself?

"Who am I? I’m her son!" Qin Feng declared emphatically.

He’d originally intended to mock Sang Ning for the wording of the broadcast, but somehow, his brain short-circuited, and the words came out like this instead.

Overwhelmed by the sheer absurdity, Song Shiye felt his mind fry. Woodenly, he turned to look at Sang Ning, his gaze blank with questions unspoken.

Sister Sangsang’s son was already *this* grown up? Could she possibly be hiding her real age, too?