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  The roasted duck in the bag hit Chi Baoguang’s head.

  Chi Baoguang was caught off guard. If he had been on guard, the roasted duck would not have been able to get close to him.

  He froze for a moment before reaching out to pick up the greasy roasted duck between his legs. He stared at the roasted duck for a moment before looking up at Fang Yusheng for a while. Then, he tilted his head to look at Lisa and said with a fake smile, “Are you sure he’s my child?”


  If it was really his seed, it must be a mutant.

  Lisa nodded awkwardly. “Yes.”


  Once again, he received an affirmative answer from Lisa. His gaze was indescribable.

  He looked at the child again. The child was still angry, and his expression was a little ugly. The aura on his entire body was dangerous, and he was like a fire-breathing child that could spit fire at any time.

  Chi Baoguang took a deep breath and told himself: I have to endure it!

  When Chi Baoguang was sizing Fang Yusheng up, Fang Yusheng was also sizing him up.

  It was one thing for Fang Yusheng not to like Fang Pingjue, but someone suddenly jumped out and told him that the father he had called for more than thirty years was not his biological father. This person who wanted to draw his blood for a paternity test was also claiming to be his father!

  Fang Yusheng was angry and shocked.

  A 33-year-old man, no matter how powerful or old he was, would always be a child in front of his father.

  At this moment, this old child was a little hurt.

  “Lisa, I’ll give you one minute to leave my house with your lover.” Fang Yusheng’s cold voice fell into Lisa’s ears. Lisa’s throat tightened and she found it difficult to breathe. No one understood her son’s temperament better than her.

  She swore that if she was slow and did not leave for more than a minute, Fang Yusheng might chase her away with a frying pan.

  Lisa quickly stood up and pulled Chi Guang along. As she did so, she said, “Boguang, let’s leave first and come back another day.”


  Chi Baoguang sat on the sofa without moving, looking calm.

  Lisa felt a headache and looked at Qiao Jiusheng awkwardly.

  Qiao Jiusheng stood beside Fang Yusheng like a mother protecting her cubs. She spread her small wings and protected Fang Yusheng behind her. When she received Lisa’s pleading gaze, Qiao Jiusheng did not like it either. However, she understood that it was more important to send Lisa and Chi Baoguang away first.

  She had no choice but to look at Chi Baoguang.

  Chi Baoguang was also looking at her. His eyes were cold, but if one looked closely, they could see the frustration in his eyes.

  Actually, after saying that he wanted to draw Fang Yusheng’s blood, he regretted it.

  Qiao Jiusheng said ruthlessly, “Sir, please leave first. If what you say is true, we will call you later.”


  Chi Baoguang’s lips moved as if he wanted to explain something.

  Qiao Jiusheng’s expression darkened, and her voice became cold. “Mr. Chi, please leave.” These words were filled with the intention of chasing him out.

  Chi Baoguang lowered his eyes slightly and weighed the pros and cons in his heart before standing up and walking out of the door with Lisa. When he walked to Fang Yusheng’s side, Chi Baoguang’s footsteps slowed down. He hesitated for a moment before saying softly to Fang Yusheng, “I… I’m sorry. I’m not good with words. Don’t be angry.”


  With that, he did not dare to look at Fang Yusheng’s expression. Together with Lisa, he lowered his head and strode out of the door. Before Lisa left, she stuffed a note into Qiao Jiusheng’s hand. Qiao Jiusheng opened it and saw that it was a phone number.

  Hearing their footsteps fade away, Fang Yusheng’s tense back suddenly relaxed.

  He lowered his head and looked at the ground, his eyes flickering.

  Qiao Jiusheng sat on the arm of the sofa and hugged Fang Yusheng.

  She wanted to comfort him, but she did not know what to say. She simply hugged him silently and accompanied him.

  Fang Yusheng finally recovered from the shock.

  His head rubbed against Qiao Jiusheng’s abdomen, and his brown hair was gentle.

  He looked up at Qiao Jiusheng with an innocent and weak gaze. “I… I’m the bastard.” He was in pain. He said, “Fang Mu is his biological son, I’m not.”


  Qiao Jiusheng was stunned. “Yusheng.”


  “No wonder he hasn’t liked me since I was young. He must have seen through it long ago. No wonder he was still willing to hand the company to Fang Mu even though he knew that Fang Mu was ruthless. So that’s how it is…” Fang Yusheng smiled until his eyes were a little red. He muttered to himself,” When I first saw Fang Mu when I was 14 years old, I especially hated him. I felt that he was an illegitimate son, an unworthy thing. But I didn’t know that I was actually a bastard. I was even worse than an illegitimate son like him…”


  “He’s still his son…”


  Fang Yusheng was a person who rarely cried, but at this moment, this 33-year-old boy hugged Qiao Jiusheng and hid his head in her arms. His shoulders trembled slightly.

  Qiao Jiusheng’s heart ached.

  She could only say to Fang Yusheng over and over again, “You’re not a bastard. Even if you’re not Fang Pingjue’s child, you’re still Lisa’s treasure. So many people love you. How can you be a bastard?”


  Fang Yusheng’s muffled voice came from Qiao Jiusheng’s arms. He said, “I’m not her treasure. She pretended to be dead for more than ten years. If she really had a son like me, why wouldn’t she come and see me?” He was blind, chased by killers, got married and had sons…


  She had never appeared when such significant things happened to him.

  How was he her treasure!

  Qiao Jiusheng did not know what to say. When she thought about how Fang Yusheng had been alone all these years and had experienced so much, and how his mother was still alive but refused to show up, her eyes actually started to turn red.

  Aunt Jin stood blankly under the door frame between the hall and the courtyard behind her. Her heart was also a little uncomfortable. The two little fellows stood in front of the window beside the television and looked at their parents hugging each other on the sofa. There was no smile on their faces.

  They were still young. Even though they were still very ignorant, Fang Zikai could still feel his father’s sadness. On the other hand, Fang Zicheng’s expression was calm and he did not understand why his father was crying.

  Fang Zikai tugged at Fang Zicheng’s hand.

  “What?” Fang Zicheng asked Fang Zikai softly. He did not understand why he lowered his voice.

  Fang Zikai said, “At this time, we should give Daddy a loving hug.”


  However, Fang Zicheng, who was cold to relationships and could not understand feelings, did not understand why he wanted to give his father a hug.

  Fang Zikai said, “If we cry from a fall, won’t Dad hug us? Dad is crying now. It must be very painful. We should hug him.” With that, he took his brother’s hand and walked to the sofa.

  They were still too young and could not reach Fang Yusheng’s waist.

  Hence, Fang Zikai took a step back and hugged Fang Yusheng’s left leg.

  Seeing Fang Zicheng watching from the side, Fang Zikai quickly kicked his leg and said softly, “Hug his right leg.”


  Fang Zicheng hesitated for a moment before hugging his father’s right leg expressionlessly.