Mrs. Chu had nothing to say.
Marshal Chu's eyes were as sharp as a knife, shooting at his original wife.
The so-called dancer who used despicable means to climb into his bed actually did not exist at all.
He fell in love with the dancer, so he spent a lot of money to keep her as a mistress. He even prepared a house for her.
It was just because of what happened later that he didn't want to explain for her.
Chu Yi looked at the expressions of the two coldly and continued, "Also, as you said, medical technology is now advanced. I only need to draw blood and go abroad for a DNA test to find out whether I am my father's son."
"This is not some feudal superstition like the ancients' blood test to identify relatives. This is real science and there is no way to fake it. I believe that my brother who has studied abroad knows this very well."
After saying that, Chu Yihan no longer paid attention to anyone and strode out of the Chu Mansion.
He wanted to see the sharp-tongued but extremely cute little blind girl right away, and told her everything.
However, when he arrived at Su Qiao's place, he found nothing.
Su Qiao and Wu Ma went out shopping.
After Chu Yihan left, the living room became as silent as death.
Mrs. Chu was a little scared and wanted to go up to her husband and coax him as she did in the past. However, this time those tricks were obviously completely useless.
"Master..."
Marshal Chu didn't want to hear her say even one more word, and roared, "Get out."
"I..." Mrs. Chu swallowed, feeling very anxious. She wanted to say something, but unexpectedly a teacup suddenly hit her in the face.
"I told you to get out of here! Are you deaf?"
"Mom." Chu Qingyun hurried over and pulled his mother, so that the hit did not hit the face but only the leg.
Mrs. Chu was so frightened that her face turned pale and she dared not move forward.
"Get out of here, everyone!" Marshal Chu is displeased with everyone now.
"Mom, let's go back to the house first!" Chu Qingyun knew that it was best not to get into trouble at this time.
After the two left, there were crackling sounds in the hall, mixed with angry curses.
After a while, when the hall had quieted down, the adjutant who had been waiting outside the hall walked in carefully.
"Marshal, Mr. Zhu was killed last night. A warehouse at the dock caught fire and almost spread to other warehouses. I checked the residue and it looked like ash from burning opium."
As he spoke, the adjutant opened the small paper bag in his hand and presented it to the Marshal.
Marshal Chu let out a long sigh, then picked up a little and put it under his nostrils and smelled it.
"So, that brat really went to the dock last night?"
The adjutant nodded: "It should be."
Marshal Chu's face suddenly darkened.
But this time it was obviously not because of the unlearned younger son, but because of the older son who had always disguised himself very well.
After a while, he ordered in a cold voice: "Send someone to keep an eye on Qingyun. I don't want him to go astray and ruin his bright future."
"Yes." The adjutant's eyes flashed.
The Marshal still wants to protect the eldest son.
He suddenly felt a little sorry for the young master.
However, these things are not his business, and he has no control over them. At most he can just think about them in his mind and sigh.
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If the deaths of Wang Siming and Manager Qian of Limin Bank only caused a few disturbances, then the death of Mr. Zhu San really shocked countless people.