Why?

                                    

                                          
Arthur who just walked inside saw the person he loath the most sitting on Wang Yibo's chair. He couldn't control his emotion and yelled at the person. "What the fuck! Why are you here?" 
He had warned this fellow not to come back. And looking at the audacity of the person who betrayed his best friend, Arthur marched toward the dining table. The lady on the side was still in a state of tremor. She has never seen her husband in this avatar, she never saw her husband hating someone to the core. The abhorrence was visible on his face as if it has been there for years and won't dwindle even after one's death. 
"Husband, he is Yibo's guest." She spoke to defend the mute person. But Arthur didn't hear anything as he held the collar of Xiao Zhan's shirt before yanking the sitting person up. Xiao Zhan was too distressful to take note of this exchange. Whatever he heard, it was too much to bite. Till last night, he was blaming Wang Yibo for everything. And now in the morning, they are blaming him for everything. Who was at fault here? He or his love? 
"Alina, we have something to deal with in private. You wait for us upstairs." As Arthur said this, he didn't even spare his wife a glance. But she knew this wasn't the place where she was allowed to interfere. At once she knew this person was related to Wang Yibo in some way. Only when Arthur deals with Wang Yibo's matter does he ask her not to interfere. Between him and her, Arthur's priority has always been Wang Yibo right from the start. 
"Uncle Zhou, bring me a shirt." A voice came from the doorway. And at once, Xiao Zhan's sight shifted to look at the source. He had a lot to ask, a lot to answer. The unfolding of the previous event suddenly brought a pain in his heart for which there was no aid. He wanted to ask if whatever Wang Yibo's wife said was true, he wanted to ask why he slept with him despite knowing about his wife's pregnancy, and he wanted to ask every arising whys. 
He wanted to ask why Wang Yibo didn't confess that night? He wanted to ask why Wang Yibo was visiting their child's grave every year? He wanted to ask why Wang Yibo didn't betray him that day? If Wang Yibo had slept with that lady as he saw in that video, Xiao Zhan's life right now would have been a lot easier. He could blame Wang Yibo for ruining his life for time eternity. He could freely loath him for being the murderer of their firstborn. But right now, his entire being was in mess. His mind was suddenly blocked. All he could hear was that deep voice faintly. 
But the owner of that voice was not to be seen in the doorway. The call was followed by a big laughter, "Little monster, making papa Yibo wet won't earn anything good for you. How about Papa Yibo throw you in that mud?" a cheerful voice sounded, and at once Xiao Zhan's all whys perished with a painful death. Wang Yibo was happy with his child. Why would he still answer the queries of the past? Why would there be any other reason for a one-night stand again? Wasn't it just because his wife was again pregnant? Why would Wang Yibo answer his shitty question when he has a wife who knows about his past and still supports him despite everything? 
"Papa Yibo, Daddy will scold you." Another soft voice of the child followed, and there were giggles shared between the two. "Let your daddy come here. Who is afraid of your daddy?" Wang Yibo's voice sounded. 
"Papa Yibo is not afraid of daddy, how about mom?" the little soft voice was challenging. 
"Mom...." There was a pause as if the person standing outside in the yard was pondering over something. "I am not afraid of your mo—ai, you little monster, don't—keep that pipe aside. I am all wet." Although the words sounded rough, the tone was as gentle as coaxing a child. 
Butler Zhou who had already left since when was back with a towel and a shirt. "Uncle Zhou," another call sounded, and Butler Zhou who was originally walking downstairs started striding towards the entrance of the villa.