“坏人！坏人！”盛夏抱起儿子，他还在挥舞着手臂，试图打那个男人。

“抱歉抱歉，”萨默解释道，“他今天差点被绑架，还被打了一拳，他肯定把你当成别人了。”

她以为儿子只是认错了人。

“康康康康，这位叔叔已经不是之前的坏叔叔了。”

幸好，四岁小孩咬住的只是男人的衣服，管家仔细一看，发现小孩脸上有一个大大的、可怜的巴掌印。

他心中的怒气也淡了许多，安慰道：“没事没事，孩子还小，不认识人，也是自然的。”

夏天松了口气，轻轻的摸了摸儿子的头，安抚道，“康康，这位叔叔和之前那个坏叔叔不一样了，这位叔叔是个好心人。”

这一刻，康对这个外表威严的管家产生了深深的厌恶，他恨不得冲上前去，撕掉他虚伪的面具。

见儿子不在家，Summer也不敢多做停留，赶紧抱着儿子下了楼。

电梯里，Summer温柔的抚摸着儿子的头发，轻声的说道：“之前的那个坏男人，被妈妈打败了，康康你不记得了吗？这个叔叔是个好人。”

康咬牙嘀咕道：“坏人！”

话一出口，他就意识到自己的错误。他想说话已经很久了，却始终说不出来，而现在，让他吃惊的是，他终于说出了点什么！

康抬头看着母亲，思索着自己能否从她那强有力的手掌中逃脱。母亲惊讶地眨了眨眼睛，随后脸上露出了喜悦的笑容。“你现在可以说话了！”

“康康，你会说话了！”

年轻妈妈的脸上洋溢着笑容，这一刻，虽然她已经是一位母亲，但她却闪耀着孩子的快乐。

"How about we give Daddy a surprise, hmm?" Summer asked as she took her son home in the car.

"Let's give Daddy a surprise together, shall we?"

"Let's say it together—Daddy—"

The child's round, glistening eyes fixed on her, silent.

"Daddy—" Summer repeated, her voice soft and tender.

Kang remained motionless, unable to bring himself to call anyone "Daddy." He had never called those two words in his life, and he wasn't about to start now.

"Daddy—" Summer repeated softly.

"Eh," Kang reluctantly mumbled, conceding.

Summer smiled, "Oh, you're doing this on purpose, aren't you?"

Kang ignored her. Despite being so young, he had already been a boss to many, but now he was being asked to pretend to be the son of someone who had once been his dismissed employee.

Could anything be worse than this?

"Drink your medicine, Kang Kang." Once at home, Summer crushed the pill and mixed it into warm water.

Kang swallowed hard as he watched. Apparently, things could indeed get worse.

Summer chuckled at the sight of her son's exaggeratedly miserable expression. It was amusing to see such a young child look so defeated.

"Just one sip, and it'll be over." Summer shook another bowl of honey water. "Once you're done, you can have the honey water."

Kang refused to drink. No matter what she said, he wouldn't touch the medicine-laced water—it was unbearably bitter.

Squatting down, Summer tied a bib around her son and dipped a spoon into the honey water, offering it first. "It's sweet."

Still, he refused.

But when the spoon neared his mouth, the instinct of a child made him open his mouth.

With that, a spoonful of honey water followed by a spoonful of bitter medicine.

By the time he had finished nearly half a bowl of the concoction, Kang felt utterly drained, unwilling to engage with anyone. His original plans were now in ruins.

After everything that had happened, the brute and the violent man would undoubtedly keep an even closer watch on him.

No, Kang thought bleakly. Even if they didn't keep him under constant surveillance, what could he do? Did he even have anywhere to go?

Was his future destined to be that of a fool—forever the gullible son of a woman who could break noses with her bare hands?

An hour later, Kang sat on a small bench at the art center, watching a woman who sat at the piano with the grace of a princess.

That was a piano, right? Why did it seem like she should be teaching boxing?

Several children nearby cheered, "Hello, Teacher Summer!"

Kang's inner thoughts echoed, wondering, The woman who once broke someone's nose with a single punch is actually a piano teacher? I've heard pianists have strong hands, but is that really how she broke someone's nose?

Kang was still unfamiliar with this family, having only been here for two days.

In these two days, the woman had taken him to a special school in the mornings, while in the afternoons, the large man would return and take over. The woman would then leave the house.

He had no idea where she went after five o'clock.

Of course, he didn't really care. Today, the large man had returned late, so the woman had taken him to the art center's classroom. It was then that Kang learned the woman worked there, earning a living.

In fact, every day after five o'clock, when the students finished school, parents would bring them to the art center for lessons.

Summer Sheng was a piano teacher at the art center, responsible for a small class of seven children. She worked on weekdays during after-school hours and on two weekend days, which conveniently coincided with Yue Qin's work hours, allowing him to look after the child.

"Today, we're going to learn a new note. Repeat after me—'fa'."

A group of children, about his size, began to chant along.

"Fa—"

Kang clearly heard one child mix in a different pronunciation.

"Hua—"

"Fa—"

"Hua—"

After repeating a few times, the soft "hua" from the child finally transformed into a clearer "fa."

But that wasn't the worst part. The real torment was the seven children clapping and singing in unison, creating a cacophony that echoed in his ears.

Kang had grown up with family education and had barely attended school, so this kind of scene was nothing short of torture for him.

Yue Qin had been delayed by traffic in the afternoon, which caused him to return later than usual. He hurried to the art center to pick up his son.

His son sat at the back of the classroom, expressionless, staring at the other children with a look of deep resentment, as if carrying some hidden grudge.

To Yue Qin's eyes, this scene seemed to imply that his son resented his mother for having other children to care for outside of their family.

Yue Qin picked up his son, assuming his displeasure stemmed from his discomfort with his mother caring for other children.

"Mommy is working, sweetheart," Yue Qin whispered as he carried his son.

As he spoke, he exchanged a glance with his wife before gently leaving the classroom, careful not to disturb her lesson.

"Isn't Mommy's piano playing beautiful? Mommy's going to be a pianist one day," Yue Qin said, as they left the room, greeting a few familiar faces on their way out.

"When you're a little older, Mommy will teach you to play the piano, okay?" Yue Qin, still thinking his son was upset because he'd seen his mother with other children, comforted him further. "Then you can come to this classroom and sing fa with the other kids."

Kang wanted to roll his eyes. Basic lessons, repeatedly playing the same simple notes, could only be considered noise pollution at this point!

"Daddy doesn't have any musical talent, so I don't know if you'll take after Mommy or me," Yue Qin mused aloud, oblivious to his son's growing frustration.

After they reached the car, Yue Qin began calculating his earnings for the day. He shared the good news with his son.

"Daddy made 200 more yuan today than yesterday."

Yue Qin said as he transferred two hundred yuan to a bank card, and soon, a notification appeared on his phone confirming the transaction. The balance displayed on the card was 25,200 yuan.

A satisfied smile spread across Yue Qin's face as he marveled at finally having enough money.

Kang, on the other hand, glanced at the screen with a raised eyebrow. Was he seriously that happy over just over twenty thousand yuan?

"Don't tell your mom, alright? This is money I've saved up for over four years, our little secret. How about we spend it all in one go, just the two of us?" Yue Qin said, not caring whether his son understood.

Four years, and he'd only saved up a little over twenty thousand. It was pitiful, to say the least.

"What's that look?" Yue Qin chuckled as he noticed his son's contemptuous expression.

"Contempt," Yue Qin repeated, startled by his own babyish voice.

The foolish father was momentarily confused before scooping up his son and saying, "Come on, baby, say it again! Say it again!"

It was the first time Kang had heard anyone ask for such a thing. Truly, this was a fool of a father.

"Contempt!"

Yue Qin, delighted, planted two kisses on his son's forehead. "Say it again!"

Kang wiped his forehead in disdain.

"Daddy's so happy today! Double the joy! Let's go, son, let me take you out to spend money! You'll experience what it feels like to spend over twenty thousand in one go."

In an instant, Kang perked up, his eyes gleaming. Now this was something he could get behind! He needed a new computer, phone, and clothes!

Half an hour later, the two of them were at a piano store, purchasing a 25,000-yuan piano. The man who had no musical talent kept asking about the 118 and 130 models, the manufacturers, and testing both high and low notes, much of which Kang couldn't make sense of.

Yue Qin ultimately chose a domestic piano, but his gaze lingered on the imported ones.

Kang hung his head, watching the man gleefully spend the entirety of his savings, as if he were a fool.

"Your mom's going to be so happy," Yue Qin said, already imagining his wife's reaction.

Kang silently thought, You're a disgraceful spendthrift, old man!

Kang, now more than ever, wished he could return to his own body.

"Buzz—buzz—buzz—"

Yue Qin, having filled out the delivery address, heard his phone ring. Upon seeing the caller ID, he furrowed his brow.

"Yue, are you free right now? If you are, come by the company."

对方是岳秦的前主管，也就是岳秦被开除前主管。事后，岳秦申请了劳动仲裁，因为他在公司工作了五年。根据劳动法，岳秦被无理开除应该得到五个月的工资补偿。但公司一直拖延。

现在，主管叫他去讨论此事。

“真正的老板出事了，我们公司最近一直在忙着处理这个情况”，该主管说道。

康占据了自己原来的身体，被曾经最喜爱的员工抱在怀里，目光紧紧地盯着曾经最信任的人。

“事情是这样的，你儿子能叫你一声‘爸爸’，就证明真正的老板搞错了，你儿子又不是哑巴，又不影响公司形象，我们还是会给你五个月的工资的。”主管继续说道。

姜先生脑子里飞快地算着，这人的工资是一万五千块一个月，乘以五个月……这可是一笔不小的数目。

“这么大的数目。”康心里想。

月琴回答：“你这样转移话题，没意义，要么你赔偿，要么我去仲裁。”

康停顿了一下。他很清楚，他现在可以说话了，只需要喊一声。

主管不以为意，耸耸肩。他一直是康的马屁精，习惯了随心所欲。他继续说：“兄弟，我只是说说而已。我也只是这里的一名员工。如果真正的老板醒来发现我批准了你五个月的工资怎么办？他也会解雇我的！”

“如果真正的老板解雇了我，那是因为他认为你儿子是个傻瓜。让你儿子证明他不是傻瓜，然后我们稍后再有一个合适的解释，”该主管补充道。

姜看着眼前的情景，第一次看到自己前员工的丑陋一面，心里感到十分恶心，那一脸得意的样子，让姜想吐。

岳琴抱着儿子，坚定地说：“我还是继续去办劳动仲裁吧。”他有些后悔带儿子来，但又强忍着怒气说：“我儿子从来就不是傻子，他不需要向你或者出事的老板证明这一点。”

月琴斩钉截铁的说道，抱着儿子转身离开，雄伟的身影，遮掩住了身后冷笑的恶意。

康某在一时冲动之下，咬了咬牙，做了一件他一生中从来没有做过的事。

“爸爸-”