Chapter 27: Shen Man Is Your Daughter?

“I’ll take you back to the capital—”

“No need! We’re doing well, and we don’t need your charity.”

“Yanyan, I know I was wrong, but I can make up for it—”

Huo Ziyan  looked at him sarcastically: “Make up for it? How? Give me money? Or give me back my original life?”

Every word was like a sharp blade piercing his chest.

“We can get married and take care of the child together.” Jiang Mujin said with difficulty.

“Marriage? Even if you agree, will your mother agree? Jiang Mujin, you’re still the same.”

“Mommy—”

“Mommy, don’t cry—”

Yuyu saw tears in her mother’s eyes and gently held her hand.

Huo Ziyan  squatted down, hugged Yuyu, and whispered: “Yuyu, be good, Mommy is okay—”

“Mommy—”

“Is the handsome uncle my daddy?” The little girl’s eyes were full of hope.

She had seen a photo on her mother’s phone. Sometimes, her mother would look at the photo and cry until late at night.

“No—”

“Yanyan, you can’t deprive me of my right to be a father—”

“Have you fulfilled your responsibilities as a father?”

“That night—”

“Almost—”

“Almost, and I would have lost Yuyu, do you know?!”

Huo Ziyan  finally broke down and cried out.

All these years, she had raised her child alone, hiding her from him, and dealing with various unpleasant people.

Jiang Mujin stepped forward to wipe her tears, but she pushed him away.

“Jiang Mujin, my heart is dead—”

Jiang Mujin felt a sharp pain in his heart. It was him who had made her like this.

“Yuyu, come inside.” Huo Ziyan  took Yuyu’s hand and went into the house, leaving Jiang Mujin outside the door.

Jiang Mujin stood there, listening to the low sobs from inside, his heart aching sharply.

A week later, it was the day Qu Wanwan was discharged from the hospital.

The entire Fu family came, including Fu Ciyan, who had just returned home.

The young man was tall and slender, with messy black hair falling over his forehead.

“Oh, let me see who this is? Qu Wanwan, what happened to you?” Fu Ciyan teased.

Before Qu Wanwan could speak, she heard him cry out, “Ouch!”

It turned out that Gu Lan had kicked him from behind. “How do you talk to your sister-in-law?”

Fu Ciyan looked at his mother discontentedly: “She’s not much older than me—”

He received another slap on the back of his head: “She’s still your sister-in-law!”

“Grandpa! Look at my mom!” Fu Ciyan looked at the old master behind him.

The old master pretended not to see.

“Fu Ciyan, are you brain damaged, or do you want to be the eldest brother?” Qu Wanwan glared at him.

Fu Ciyan’s eyes widened: “Did you see that? Qu Wanwan cursed! Brother, aren’t you going to do anything?”

Fu Ciyu ignored him and instructed Qingye outside the door: “Go handle the discharge procedures for Madam.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Qu Wanwan, tell me, what did you give my brother? He listens to you so much?”

“That’s a secret. It needs to be kept secret.”

“You—”

He stared at the people behind him. “Have you all been brainwashed by her?”

“I’ll brainwash you! Did your brain get damaged from acting?” Gu Lan kicked him again.

“You should go to the company and learn from your brother, don’t always be idle.” The old master glared at him.

Fu Ciyan sighed helplessly: “How am I idle? When I become an international superstar, you guys will all come to flatter me.”

Qu Wanwan “puffed” out a laugh.

“What are you laughing at?”

“Sorry, I couldn’t help it—”

In the past life, he hadn’t become an international superstar either, because he had acted too big for his britches and was overtaken by others.

“Let me tell your fortune. Within a week, a director will find you and your opponent, but remember, don’t act big for your britches, otherwise, your dream will be shattered.”

Fu Ciyan scoffed: “You’re full of it—”

“If you don’t believe me, then I can’t help it.” Qu Wanwan shrugged.

Fu Ciyu said in a deep voice: “Listen to your sister-in-law.”

“Yes, brother.”

Chicken! Qu Wanwan thought to herself.

“Alright, let’s go.”

Seeing Qingye return, Fu Ciyu packed up and prepared to leave.

Qu Cheng’an and Qu Muqing arrived late.

“Sorry, we’re late—”

Qu Muqing looked apologetic. How could the Qu family not be present for their sister’s discharge?

Except for what had just happened—

Seeing the weariness on Qu Cheng’an’s face, Qu Wanwan worriedly asked: “Dad, are you alright?”

Qu Cheng’an forced a smile: “I’m fine, maybe I didn’t sleep well.”

Qu Wanwan looked behind them, still not seeing that person. Her eyes were filled with disappointment, it was ultimately her wishful thinking.

Qu Muqing understood what was in her eyes, but he couldn’t speak at the moment.

“Let’s go, let’s have dinner at Yuyuan.” Qu Wanwan pretended to be happy.

Fu Ciyu took her hand and said softly: “I’m here.”

Yes, she had Fu Ciyu, her father, her brother, and the entire Fu family.

Yuyuan was unusually lively today.

“Brother Muqing, you have such a good figure. It’s a shame you didn’t enter the entertainment industry.”

Qu Muqing pointed at Fu Ciyu: “Why don’t you let that person go?”

Fu Ciyan pouted: “How dare I—”

“Chicken!”

“Qu Wanwan! Who are you calling chicken?!”

“You!”

“Aren’t you going to do anything?” Fu Ciyan looked at Qu Muqing, who was smiling happily.

“She doesn’t listen to me anymore.”

This sentence completely shut Fu Ciyan up.

He glared at her fiercely and went back to his room.

After he left, Qu Wanwan asked the question she had been wanting to ask all day.

“Brother—”

“She—”

Qu Muqing knew what she wanted to say and lowered his eyes, saying in a low voice: “Wanwan—”

“Shen Man—”

“Is she…” Qu Wanwan couldn’t help but ask.

Seeing Qu Muqing nod, Qu Wanwan’s face changed slightly.

“She—”

“Betrayed Dad—”

“Mm.”

“Does Dad know?” She was still worried about Qu Cheng’an’s health.

“She told him last night—”

Thinking of last night, Qu Muqing’s expression turned serious.

“You said—”

“Shen Man is your daughter?” Qu Cheng’an, upon hearing this, instantly slumped onto the sofa.

He looked at his wife, whom he had known for decades, in disbelief.

Jiang Jingzhi’s eyes were red with tears: “Cheng’an—”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry—”

“How have I treated you, Jiang Jingzhi?” Qu Cheng’an asked coldly.

Jiang Jingzhi hurriedly said: “You’ve treated me very well, very well—”

“Then why did you cheat?” Qu Cheng’an’s eyes were bloodshot. He picked up the teacup on the table and smashed it in front of her.

“I’m sorry—” Jiang Jingzhi didn’t know what to say, only repeatedly apologizing.

Qu Cheng’an closed his eyes, his anger unyielding. He never imagined that his gentle and elegant wife would do such a thing.

“You’ve hidden this from me for over a decade. Do you regret it?”

“I regret it, I regret it—”

“Jiang Jingzhi, since our fate has come to an end—”

“Let’s divorce—”