On the run from his wedding for eight years, his child is now seven.

Dragging his sickly body, Pei Yin sneaks into the Ao’an Empire for one reason only: to rescue his tentacle cub, who has been corrupted by an evil god.

Who would have thought he’d run straight into his absolute nightmare of an ex-husband Elmo.

The once gentle and refined prince has now transformed into a sinister, ruthless, and tyrannical ruler, looking like an entirely different person.

While Pei Yin is still reminiscing about the lost baby fat on the man’s face, his own cub has already wrapped itself around the man’s finger.

Elmo stares at the squirming blob: “Where did this thing come from?”

Pei Yin tilts his eyes slightly: “I gave birth to it.”

“When?”

“Eight years ago, in November. Do you need me to help you calculate exactly which day it was conceived?”

Counting back ten months, it lands precisely on their wedding night.

He should get it now, right?

Yet, Elmo’s eyes instantly turn bloodshot, and he ruthlessly clamps down on Pei Yin’s wrist.

“You hopped straight into someone else’s bed right after fleeing our wedding?!”

Pei Yin: “…?”

Is there a literal hole in your brain?

Running away from the wedding made Elmo the laughingstock of the entire empire.

Reunited eight years later, he stares at the bastard child in Pei Yin’s arms, vowing to make the traitor pay the ultimate price.

Inside the imperial bedchamber, the prisoner lounged lazily on the sofa, acting completely like the master of the house.

Elmo glances over at Pei Yin’s bare feet, knitting his brows as he leans down.

Out of the corner of his eye, he notices the “bastard child” using all eight of its limbs to diligently peel grapes for Pei Yin. He lets out a cold sneer.

“You are so arrogant and spoiled, yet the child you gave birth to seems destined to have the life of a servant.”

“Can’t help it,” Pei Yin tilts his head, smiling radiantly at the man currently kneeling on one knee to put socks on him. “Who told him to take after his other dad?”

Elmo’s knuckles stiffen.

Oh, so that home-wrecker was a pathetic simp.

While thinking this with utter disdain, he meticulously smoothes out the edges of the socks, commanding with a cold face: “Other foot.”

Later, the truth comes to light.

The little tentacle cub was never corrupted by an evil god; it was the actual, true-born progeny of the Evil God.

When the masses demand to know the identity of the Evil God, Pei Yin steadfastly refuses to speak.

“You would rather die than protect him?”

Elmo’s eyes are blood-red, his voice fracturing from sheer fury into a broken plea.

“Just tell the truth. In the future. I will treat you and our son well.”

But Pei Yin only looks at him and smiles.

“The one I love is naturally worth protecting with my life.”

After that person died, Elmo sat alone in the empty bedchamber until dawn.

When the morning light became blinding, he finally got up in a daze to make breakfast for the “bastard child.”

But no matter which corner he searched, that sticky little figure was nowhere to be found.

Turning around, he sees a seven or eight-year-old boy standing behind him, tears still wet on his face, eyes filled to the brim with resentment.

That face looked exactly like his own.

When Elmo first became the Evil God, he couldn’t accept his bizarre and twisted true form.

Until his lover’s fingertips stroked over every single tentacle—

“Little Highness… we agreed on sharing the blessings equally.”

“Today… which one’s turn is it?”

Only then did he think.

Being the Evil God didn’t seem so bad after all.

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