Transmigrated into a wealthy family's stepmother, I raised the villain into a sweet child.

Zhang Lin, who was a step behind, screamed and rushed over: "Zhou Linxu! What are you doing! Jiansheng, Jiansheng, are you alright?"

Zhou Jiansheng was a little dizzy from the beating, but he was perfectly clear-headed and even felt a bit scared.

He covered his face and looked up at his own son, Zhou Linxu, who was standing in front of him, looking down at him.

His face was now extremely cold.

Zhou Jiansheng's heart pounded. Zhou Linxu asked, word by word, "Father, is there anything else you want to say?"

"No, that's all..." Zhou Jiansheng finally admitted his mistake.

Zhang Lin gave a subtle reminder: "Jiansheng, there's also Chenchen's matter..."

Zhou Linxu said coldly, "Don't worry, as long as I'm here, he'll never get out. Hiring someone to commit murder is enough to keep him in jail for life."

Zhang Lin wanted to say something, but Zhou Jiansheng held her back tightly. His face was ashen, and his tone changed slightly as he said with suppressed anger, "Linxu, I was just being reckless. Don't be angry."

Jinxi, who was standing to the side, was completely stunned. Her gaze lingered on Zhou Linxu for a moment before falling on Zhou Jiansheng, who was still sitting on the ground.

Jinxi heard everything he just said clearly.

What does it mean to say, "Don't assume he's really your son just because you've raised him for two years"?

Is Zan Zan not Zhou Linxu's biological son?

However, she quickly came to her senses. She went around to Zhou Linxu's side, took his arm, and said softly, "Your leg isn't healed yet, sit down first."

She could sense that Zhou Linxu was actually tense the whole time. Zhou Linxu took a deep breath and sat back down in his wheelchair.

He just stood up abruptly, and his leg, which was in a cast, was still a little sore.

But the anger was far greater than the pain.

Sitting in his wheelchair, Zhou Linxu said slowly, "Father, you need to think carefully about who your real son is."

Zhou Jiansheng was sweating profusely: "Linxu, Dad knows, Dad was wrong. I just missed Zanzan too much. Let's have a family meal another day, and I'll apologize to Zanzan as well."

"No need for a meal," Zhou Linxu said. "I don't want today's incident to happen again."

Zhou Jiansheng quickly nodded: "Don't worry, Zanzan is your son, my own grandson. I was just passing by Zanzan's kindergarten, and I missed him, so I just wanted to see him. That's all. I won't see him alone again without your permission."

Zhang Lin stood to the side, her back teeth almost grinding to powder.

She just couldn't understand it. Zhou Jiansheng was the elder, so how could a father be afraid of his son?

That's absolutely insane.

Zhou Linxu ignored them and tilted his head slightly, saying, "Xiao Xi, let's go."

His tone softened considerably, as if he had returned to normal.

Jinxi is currently processing the massive amount of information she has heard.

Hearing Zhou Linxu say this, he mechanically pushed him around Zhou Jiansheng and walked towards the car.

But that same thought still lingered in my mind.

If Zan Zan isn't Zhou Linxu's biological son, then whose son is Zan Zan?

Jinxi's gaze fell on Zhou Linxu, forcing herself to forget about the matter.

She helped Zhou Linxu into the car.

Uncle Li put the wheelchair in the trunk, returned to the driver's seat, and asked, "Sir, Madam, shall we go pick up Zan Zan now?"

Jinxi said, "Let's go to the hospital first. Xiaoxu's leg just hurt from standing, so let's get an X-ray done first."

Zhou Linxu had calmed down by now. He turned to look at Jin Xi and said, "...No need, let's go pick up Zan Zan first."

"Yes, I will." Jinxi said, "Zanzan is fine at kindergarten, and I told him that I would ride my little green bike to pick him up after I finish my work. I will pick you up after I drop you off."

Uncle Li responded and dutifully drove to the private hospital.

Zhou Jiansheng, who was standing still, was helped up by Zhang Lin. The driver, who had been missing, also came over and helped Zhou Jiansheng into the car with Zhang Lin.

The partition inside the car rose, and Zhang Lin could no longer hold back. She asked, "What about our son? Are you really not going to do anything about him? He treated you like that, and you're still going to put up with it? I've never seen a son hit his father!"

Zhou Jiansheng's head was buzzing. Hearing Zhang Lin's string of words, he said irritably, "Shut up! What do you know!"

Zhang Lin's face turned deathly pale, her lips moved slightly, but she finally closed them.

Zhou Linxu and Jin Xi were busy at the hospital for a while, but fortunately, there was nothing wrong with their legs.

After the inspection, Uncle Li drove them back to the villa.

They arrived home after 12:30. Jinxi had sent a message to Butler Zhao before returning, so lunch was already ready by the time they entered the house.

The two of them ate the most silent lunch they'd ever had, even more silent than when they first met.

After they finished eating, Jinxi helped Zhou Linxu to the sofa. She thought for a moment and asked, "Are you going to the company this afternoon?"

"I'm not going," Zhou Linxu said. "I've already asked Goldman Sachs to handle it. If there's anything urgent, they'll call me."

Jinxi gave a dry "oh".

Even though she's usually very talkative and cheerful, she didn't know what to say this time.

After all, I just heard a big secret, and I need to process it all now.

She had been thinking about it the whole way but still couldn't figure it out. Moreover, the original work didn't mention this at all; it only said that Zan Zan had never met his mother and had lived with his father since he was a child.

Could it be because he was a sinister villain in the novel, so many things were omitted?

Seeing Jin Xi's somewhat absent-minded expression, Zhou Linxu lowered his eyes, took a sip of water, and asked softly, "Xiao Xi, how did the martial arts gym's inspection go?"

"I made plans with them for another time," Jinxi said, pulling out her phone as she spoke. She had almost forgotten that she hadn't made any plans yet.

She was worried that something might have happened to Zan Zan, so she rushed over. She sent a new message to the team and scheduled a re-inspection for tomorrow.

Zhou Linxu hummed in agreement and continued, "So, do you have anything else to do today?"

Jinxi shook her head: "No more."

Zhou Linxu stood up, leaning on his cane: "Then come with me."

Jinxi was puzzled, but she still got up and helped him: "Where are we going? Do you need a wheelchair?"

"No need," Zhou Linxu said, "I'll just go downstairs."

Jinxi said "oh" and thought to herself, "Why would I go downstairs for no reason?"

After Daju and Dali moved their home upstairs, even Zanzan rarely went downstairs anymore, unless she was going to the garage, in which case she would come up from downstairs.

The two entered the elevator without saying a word.

Jinxi's mind was in a mess at the moment, but she still supported Zhou Linxu and followed him to a room at the very end of the corridor.

She remembered it because the room was always locked, and even the housekeeper, Zhao, didn't have a key; only Zhou Linxu in the whole family could open it.

Jinxi asked, "What's in here?"

Zhou Linxu had already opened the door with his fingerprint, much more decisively than when he brought Zan Zan to see it last time.

The room was very clean, but because it wasn't opened often, fine dust still rose up when the door was opened.

Zhou Linxu turned on the lights in the room, and Jinxi took in the layout of the room, which was actually similar to the layout of the other small rooms in the house.

However, there are more shelves here, and they are filled with a lot of things, making it look like a general storeroom.

The only difference was that there was a table in the room with several photos on it, the largest of which was a solo portrait, or rather, a funeral portrait.

The man in the photo smiles gently as he gazes tenderly at the couple through the fine dust.