Chapter 4 Clashing with Haters, Renaming the Kid

Chapter 4: Confronting Haters Head-On, Changing the Child’s Name

While Wen Yuchen was browsing Weibo, he stumbled upon a post.

If not for that post, he would have forgotten that his original self was a minor celebrity universally reviled online.

The post featured two candid shots. The first showed Wen Yuchen taking Zheng Zheng out for a meal; the second showed Zheng Zheng asleep, with Wen Yuchen carrying him and pushing the stroller toward the parking lot.

The caption read: *Can WYC stop using his little bastard to ride on the coattails of our Xiao Xiao? Would it kill him to stand on his own?*

The post had garnered 300,000 likes, and the comments were equally harsh.

Xiao Xiao, the Ultimate Beauty Omega: *Just went out with friends and ran into such an unlucky person. Can you stop using your little bastard to ride on the coattails of our Xiao Xiao? Don’t you know you’re just a clumsy imitation?* *[eye roll]*

“Hehe.” Little Zheng Zheng was probably having a sweet dream.

Looking at the baby in his arms, the word “bastard” cut deep.

He first searched online to find out who this so-called “Xiao Xiao” was.

“Xiao Xiao” was a nickname given by his fans. His real name was Tang Zhixiao—a year older than Wen Yuchen, the young master of the Tang family in City C, and the only omega in the family, deeply cherished. He was a green bamboo viper (a type of snake, often associated with a specific personality or role in ABO settings).

He was also a popular rising star who had overshadowed Wen Yuchen since his debut.

One was a pristine and virtuous, refined young master. The other was a kept man who even had a child.

The contrast made it even more intriguing. Moreover, the original host often tried to ride on Tang Zhixiao’s coattails—greatly displeasing Xiao Xiao’s fans.

Coupled with the original host’s sketchy behavior, over time, hating Wen Yuchen seemed to become the entertainment industry’s favorite pastime.

If your account isn’t gaining traction, just go hate on Wen Yuchen.

It turned out that yesterday, Tang Zhixiao had taken his little nephew to the mall, accompanied the child for a meal, and carried him.

“That’s ridiculous. Does taking a child out automatically mean riding on the coattails of your idol?” Wen Yuchen gave an exaggerated eye roll.

He didn’t understand the entertainment industry, but he knew one thing: *“If you tolerate it, you’ll only get angrier; if you step back, you’ll get breast hyperplasia (a medical condition often associated with stress in Chinese internet slang).”*

Since his reputation was already bad, he was past caring about the hate.

Wen Yuchen directly logged into his main account, tagged @XiaoXiaoTheUltimateBeautyOmega, and captioned: *Bastard? Sounds like you’re describing yourself.*

Before falling asleep, Wen Yuchen thought, tomorrow he would change Zheng Zheng’s name to Wen Mingzheng. That deadbeat Lu who abandoned his husband and child didn’t deserve to have the child bear his surname.

Online, Wen Yuchen’s post set the internet on fire.

But Wen Yuchen himself seemed to have cast everything aside, sleeping like the dead.

In the city center of City C, on the top floor of the Lu Corporation, the office was brightly lit.

Lu Chenghe had been pulling overtime for several consecutive days.

The door knocked; it was his secretary.

Lu Chenghe rubbed his temples, his voice tinged with fatigue: “Speak. What did that person do using Xiao Li’s body this time?”

The secretary said with a complicated expression: “Mr. Wen took the young master to the mall today and bought many things for him. As for the rest, Mr. Lu, it’s better if you see for yourself.”

Lu Chenghe looked at the photo of the young man holding the little child, then read the caption.

A familiar feeling flooded over him, and a flicker of joy flashed in his eyes—his Xiao Li had returned.

But the joy was fleeting; he couldn’t return to Xiao Li and Zheng Zheng just yet.

He needed to work a little harder; that old man (referring to his father) was almost done for. Soon, he could be with Xiao Li and watch their child grow up.

The next morning, Wen Yuchen was awakened by Zheng Zheng’s little hands rubbing his face. When he opened his eyes, it was 7:20.

Zheng Zheng’s chubby little hands rubbed all over his face. Wen Yuchen grabbed the mischievous little hands, making Zheng Zheng giggle.

Wen Yuchen buried his face in Zheng Zheng’s little belly, nuzzling into him playfully until Zheng Zheng pushed his head away with his hands.

After getting his baby cuddle fix,

Wen Yuchen changed Zheng Zheng’s diaper. Today, they were going to change his name, so wearing a diaper was more convenient for the outing.

Zheng Zheng picked out a black top and khaki pants himself—such an adorable little tough guy.

After helping Zheng Zheng wash up, Wen Yuchen made a bottle of formula for him.

It was his first time preparing formula, so he wasn’t very skilled. After shaking the bottle, he opened the lid, and the milk overflowed.

Wen Yuchen quickly wiped it clean with a tissue and handed the bottle to Zheng Zheng.

Little Zheng Zheng nestled on the sofa, sucking on the straw, eyes glued to *Pleasant Goat*.

Taking advantage of the time, Wen Yuchen went to the kitchen to make breakfast. Worried about Zheng Zheng, he checked on him every five minutes. Little Zheng Zheng remained as still as a little couch potato.

He boiled two eggs, steamed three sweet bean paste buns and three carrot-and-egg buns, and made himself a cup of soy milk powder.

Just then, his phone rang. Wen Yuchen picked it up and saw the words “Manager” on the screen. He rolled his eyes for the second time and ignored it.

When the ringing stopped, Wen Yuchen picked up the phone and saw, wow, from last night until this morning, there had been at least twenty missed calls.

After finishing his milk, little Zheng Zheng slid down from the sofa, carrying the bottle as he ran to the kitchen.

Wen Yuchen scooped him up and asked, “Little Zheng Zheng, where are you going?”

Zheng Zheng held up the bottle: *“Wash, wash bottle.”*

“Daddy will wash it for you, okay?”

“Zheng Zheng do it myself, Zheng Zheng big now.” Zheng Zheng refused.

“Okay, okay, you wash it yourself.”

Wen Yuchen set up a step stool for Zheng Zheng, rolled up his sleeves, and let Zheng Zheng scrub the bottle clean under running water.

After the bottle was cleaned, Wen Yuchen opened the sterilizing cabinet, and Zheng Zheng placed the bottle inside himself.

Zheng Zheng: *“Sterilize.”*

Wen Yuchen: “Yes, sterilize.”

In the morning, Zheng Zheng drank his milk, ate half a sweet bean paste bun and half a carrot bun, but wouldn’t touch the egg at all.

After breakfast, Zheng Zheng was eager to help Wen Yuchen clean the kitchen. What should’ve been a ten-minute job took the two of them twenty minutes.

Wen Yuchen slumped onto the sofa, planning to rest for a while before taking Zheng Zheng to change his name.

Man, he hadn't felt this tired even when practicing martial arts before.

He intended to veg out for a bit, but then he caught sight of little Zheng Zheng scooting his bottom, creeping over furtively like a little cat.

Wen Yuchen found it amusing and didn't say anything, waiting to see what Zheng Zheng would do next.

Zheng Zheng hugged his arm, pouting his little mouth, and said in a pitiful voice, "Daddy, not go to kindergarten, okay?"

"What was that?" Zheng Zheng's pronunciation wasn't clear yet, so Wen Yuchen didn't catch what he said.

Little Zheng Zheng looked even more upset, his eyes reddening, and asked again, "Not go to kindergarten, okay?"

Just then, his phone rang again—this time, it wasn't the manager but an unfamiliar number.

It might be important.

Without making sure he understood what Zheng Zheng had said, he pinched Zheng Zheng's little cheek and comforted him, "Okay, we'll listen to Zheng Zheng. Daddy needs to take a call first."

Zheng Zheng nodded, pressed his lips together, and went quiet.

Wen Yuchen answered the phone, "Hello, who is this?"

"Is this Zheng Zheng's dad?"

A gentle male voice came from the other end. Wen Yuchen replied, "Yes, I am. And you are?"

"I'm Zheng Zheng's main teacher, Teacher Fengfeng. I wanted to ask why Zheng Zheng didn't come to kindergarten today?"

The question caught Wen Yuchen off guard. He wasn't stupid—a child under two years old going to kindergarten? The original owner, that bastard, didn't want to take care of the child and had sent Zheng Zheng to a daycare program at the kindergarten.

What Zheng Zheng had just asked was whether he could skip school!

Teacher Fengfeng said, "Zheng Zheng's dad?"

Wen Yuchen replied, "I'm here. Sorry, teacher, Zheng Zheng won't be going today. My schedule has cleared up lately, and Zheng Zheng is still very young. I want to be with him as he grows up and enroll him directly in the preschool program when he's old enough."

Teacher Fengfeng said, "Huh? Oh, okay, Zheng Zheng's dad. I understand what you mean. Zheng Zheng joined our kindergarten when he was just a year and a half old—he really is very young. When you have time, come to the kindergarten to fill out the paperwork."

My poor little one, sent to daycare at just a year and a half. His heart aching, he hugged Zheng Zheng close.

The father and son hugged for a long time. Suddenly, Wen Yuchen remembered what he'd meant to do.

Holding Zheng Zheng, he asked, "What is Zheng Zheng's name?"

Zheng Zheng sat on his lap, seeming not to understand why he was asking but answering seriously, "Called Zheng Zheng."

Wen Yuchen said, "Daddy is asking for Zheng Zheng's real name."

Zheng Zheng said, "Real name, called Lu Mingzheng."

Wen Yuchen asked, "Why does Zheng Zheng have the surname Lu?"

Zheng Zheng looked a bit confused, "Daddy's name is Lu."

Wen Yuchen asked, "Then do you know what Daddy's name is?"

Wen Yuchen asked, "Have you ever met Daddy?"

Zheng Zheng shook his head again.

Wen Yuchen asked, "Then do you know what I'm called?"

Zheng Zheng nodded, "Wen Wenchen."

Wen Yuchen corrected him, "It's Wen Yuchen."

Zheng Zheng said, "Wen Yuchen."

Wen Yuchen said, "That's right, our Zheng Zheng is so smart."

Zheng Zheng beamed with pride at the praise.

Wen Yuchen asked him, "Then do you want to have Daddy's surname? From now on, you won't be called Lu Mingzheng anymore—you'll be called Wen Mingzheng, okay?"

Zheng Zheng played with his little fingers, thinking it over, "Daddy is Wen, baby is Wen. Daddy's surname."

"Ah, smart. In the future, if someone asks, 'Zheng Zheng, what's your full name?' what will you say?"

Zheng Zheng said loudly, "Wen oh, Wen Mingzheng oh."

"Oh, you're such a little smarty-pants."

Zheng Zheng pointed at himself happily, "Zheng Zheng, smart."

"Yes, very smart."

Wen Yuchen is a man of action. In just one morning, Lu Mingzheng was renamed Wen Mingzheng on the official records.

Similarly, Wen Yuchen is also very determined. After Zheng Zheng's name change, he is his child alone now.

Although the other parent should provide child support, Wen Yuchen doesn't want to use his money. Yesterday, Wen Yuchen used his own savings that he brought with him. The other party, who's never even met the child, doesn't need to be part of our lives in the future.

This way, when the child grows up, the other party won't show up claiming that he provided support and that the child's upbringing depended on him.

Ugh, since he doesn't want it, then make a clean break. In the future, even if he wants to see the child, he won't be given the chance.

That card was from the other parent. Wen Yuchen couldn't cancel the card, so he stuffed it to the bottom of the wardrobe.

Opening his own phone, he saw he only had less than fifty thousand yuan left.

Little babies are little money pits.

Wen Yuchen sighed—he needed to figure out how to earn money.