Six years later, she took three milk balls to blow up the world

Chapter 835 Who is his biological father?

Mrs. Si couldn't sleep anymore, so she called Gu Shiyuan and told her the story.

"...He can't find anything here in M ​​country, but you still have to be careful and watch out for him making trouble. He is always keeping an eye on you, so you and Yajing must be careful."

"I understand. Thank you, madam, for your concern. I will definitely take good care of Yejing."

Gu Shiyuan knew Mrs. Si's worries, so he comforted her and hung up the phone.

But the doubts in his heart became deeper and deeper.

Mrs. Si firmly believed that Si Qizheng's people were investigating in Country M, but Gu Shiyuan didn't think so.

Si Qizheng had been fighting openly and secretly with him for so many years, and his methods were so insidious that he would not waste any effort to dig up such an insignificant old matter.

Everyone there knew that he was the adopted son who was rescued by Mrs. Si. Even if his former identity was revealed, it would not have any impact at all.

But besides Si Qizheng, who else would investigate his past?
Gu Shiyuan stood up and stood in front of the window for a long time, when a figure of a person unexpectedly appeared in his mind.

Fight Mochen!
Among the people he knew, only Zhan Mochen had the strength to do such a thing.

Could it be that his previous inadvertent concerns and gaffes aroused Zhan Mochen's suspicion?
Thinking of this possibility, Gu Shiyuan's heart tightened for a moment, and he had a vague feeling of bad premonition.

He dreamed of recognizing his biological son, but if Zhan Mochen really became suspicious of his identity, it would bring trouble to everyone in the Zhan family!

Gu Shiyuan thought for a moment and called his assistant: "In the future, all orders with Yu Fei will be based on market prices. There is no need to deliberately give in profits."

"Yes." The assistant responded and Gu Shiyuan's tense nerves relaxed a little.

It seemed that it was time for him to keep a distance from the Zhan family, and he would never get closer impulsively because of temporary concerns.

Seaside villa.

In the luxurious sea-view flat floor, a beautiful middle-aged woman is carefully arranging flowers.

The interior of the house is luxuriously decorated, and the women are all wearing famous brands, but there is a gloomy air between their eyebrows.

In the silence, the sound of the door opening was heard, and a young man walked in and shouted: "Mom."

The middle-aged woman who still retains her charm turned back with a faint look in her eyes: "You're back."

"Well, what are you doing at home today?"

Di Bei changed his shoes, walked to the woman, took a closer look at the vase of flowers, and praised: "Mom, your flower art is getting better and better. You can be called a 'master'."

"If you are not a master, you will make me happy."

Lin Jingqing knew that her son was praising her on purpose and wanted to make her happy, so she gave him a face-saving smile.

But the melancholy and dimness in her eyes were still like vines, tightly wrapped around her eyes and never dissipated for many years.

Di Bei raised his eyes for a moment and saw through his mother's forced smile.

There was a sharp pain in his heart, and the answer to the question he had just been struggling with was instantly solved.

A heart ailment requires a heart medicine doctor, and to untie the bell, one must tie the bell.

If Gu Shiyuan is the knot in his mother's heart, then he might as well break the knot completely. Even if his mother is heartbroken, it would be better than being depressed all day long now.

Di Bei took out his cell phone and opened it, found the secretly taken photo and sent it to Lin Jingqing.

"Mom, I saw that man today."

"what?"

Lin Jingqing was about to put the vase on the desk when she lowered her head and saw the man in the photo on her phone.

In the elevator, the man stood in the middle with an expressionless face.

His face is elegant and calm, and his temperament is awe-inspiring. Even though he only has a profile, people can still feel that he has an aura that is different from ordinary people. "Yes, it's him..."

Lin Jingqing stared at her phone intently for a moment, then suddenly screamed and quickly raised her hand to cover her mouth.

The vase in her hand fell with a sound, smashing onto the ornate tiles and shattering.

Di Bei stared closely at Lin Jingqing, who was suddenly excited, and her heart beat violently.

He suppressed his voice and spoke with difficulty: "Mom, this is my real father, right?"

"What did you say?"

Di Bei's words instantly brought Lin Jingqing back from her excitement. She frowned and scolded her son: "Don't talk nonsense! You have nothing to do with him!"

"You dare not admit it?"

Di Bei did not expect that his mother would not face the reality at this point. He felt ridiculous and angry: "Then who is my biological father? Why have you been crying secretly for so many years? You..."

Di Bei asked emotionally, but Lin Jingqing just looked at him without saying a word.

Big tears welled up from her eyes and hit the ground heavily.

Di Bei felt as if someone had grabbed his throat and lost his voice instantly.

Just when he was about to say something, there was a sudden noise at the door, the fingerprint lock clicked, and someone walked in.

Lin Jingqing wiped her eyes quickly, her dead expression becoming soft and careful.

"Husband, you are back."

She stepped forward with a gentle tone, helped the man take off his suit jacket, smoothed it carefully, hung it up, and bent down to get his slippers.

"Have you eaten? I'll make whatever you want to eat."

The middle-aged man was enjoying his wife's care with peace of mind, with a hint of impatience in his tone: "You don't know how to cook at home, go and cook me a bowl of noodles."

"Okay, I'll go right now."

Lin Jingqing responded with a smile, put her husband's leather shoes back in the shoe cabinet, and then turned around and went to the kitchen.

Di Bei stood quietly, looking at the gentle middle-aged man in front of him, his nominal father, Di Jing.

Di Jing walked into the living room and saw Di Bei and the debris scattered everywhere.

His eyebrows were beating and he called Lin Jingqing: "You are doing these useless things at home again. You broke the vase and didn't clean it. Do you still want to live this day?"

As soon as Lin Jingqing put on her apron, she hurriedly walked out of the kitchen and brought the broom over: "I accidentally didn't take it right just now, I'll take it away right now."

Lin Jingqing was always neither impatient nor impatient, gentle and diligent, as if she were a gentle and virtuous hostess. Only then did Di Jing turn his attention back to Di Bei with a sullen face.

"I heard that you recently went to work in a music store. When are you going to resign?"

Di Bei took a deep breath, suppressed his emotions to prevent himself from falling out, and replied calmly: "I like this job very much and will not resign."

"Like it? You are like your mother, always pursuing romantic arts, what's the use? You don't care about the good company at home, you only know how to be romantic, and you are nothing like me. I really don't know if you are my kind!"

Di Jing was scolded, no matter how ugly the faces of Lin Jingqing and Di Bei were, he turned angrily and entered the study.

Dead silence returned to the living room, except for the sound of Lin Jingqing sweeping the tiles across the floor, which was particularly harsh.

Di Bei's face turned blue and he stared at his silent and submissive mother, his heart roaring like lava.

It's like this again, it's like this again!
Growing up, every time this man lost his temper or cursed, my mother would just silently shed tears and swallow her anger.

Who is his biological father?

Where is he again!
(End of this chapter)