In front of him were smiling faces with gratifying smiles, and it was difficult to tell the real ones from the fake ones.
He saw Mo Qian, then a middle-aged man wearing a white shirt and silver-framed sunglasses, and then a woman in gorgeous clothes, who seemed to be looking at him lovingly, but her loving eyes were more like She was pitying herself, or regretting why the child in front of her didn't die.
Lin Wenxi closed his eyes and let out a long breath. It seemed that before he finally fainted, he heard his mother's sharp cry in his ears: "I beat your son to death. If you don't come back, I will wait to collect his body."
Yes, I was just like a corpse. My mother's belt fell hard like a storm, mixed with her heart-rending shouts: "You were never my son, you are Chen Tianjiao's evil son." It’s you who are the cause of this evil, you are not my son.”
When Lin Wenxi returned home that day, Huang Xiya just kept shaking him: "Why did you come back?"
Lin Wenxi insisted on going to the morgue to see her father. The last meeting with her father was so bleak, but now, it has become a prophecy.
"What else do you want to investigate? A long time ago, your father's subordinates were transferred one by one. He already knew that if he continued to investigate, he would be in trouble."
"I don't want to bury him. I want to find out. If I don't find out, I won't bury him even if I die."
you. . . Lin Wenxi, you are fine, what did you say to your father if he died? . . Yes, he is dead now, are you satisfied? . . You only know Zhao Yuan. . . Do something that is offensive to morals and insults your ancestors? No, it’s not the Lin family you’re insulting, it’s your Chen family you’re insulting.”
"He is not your father and has nothing to do with you. I have the right to handle his body." Huang Xiya, her mother, who had been trying to persuade her in every possible way, suddenly said this. Lin Wenxi was so shocked that she couldn't speak, and looked at her mother with a strange face.
"You are the son of Chen Tianjiao and I. After raising you for so many years, Ziwei has also passed away. Go find your biological father." Huang Xiya scolded sternly, her face almost twisted with hatred. Lin Wenxi was so frightened that she fell to the ground. After a long time, she slowly crawled over and slowly shook Huang Xiya's hand, crying.
"You are not my son anymore. Go and go to your biological father." Huang Xiya pushed Lin Wenxi away fiercely.
Lin Wenxi rushed forward and wanted to hug Huang Xiya, but Huang Xiya kicked him hard, and then the belt fell like rain, hitting him harder every time. Lin Wenxi didn't dare to dodge, and let the belt hit her head and face, from the tearing pain until she was numb from the pain. Lin Wenxi gritted her teeth and kept silent until the corners of her mouth were filled with blood.
"Remember that you are not the son of Huang Xiya and Lin Ziwei from now on. You are the son of Chen Tianjiao. Do you remember? Do you remember?" Huang Xiya's hoarse voice echoed in the living room, and her hands were gone. Got strength.
Before Lin Wenxi passed out, she remembered Huang Xiya shouting at the top of her lungs: "Listen, Lin Wenxi, your surname is Chen. You are going to find Chen Tianjiao. You are going to recognize a thief as your father. You are going to leave home with everyone's infamy on your back. Give it to me." Remember, it was you who was unfilial. Your father left and you didn’t even go to the funeral. That’s why I beat you and then I beat you hard.” There was a snapping sound and the belt broke, just like all these years.
, the mother-son fate between herself and Huang Xiya.
"No... I didn't... It was you who didn't let me attend the funeral, Mom, it was you..." Lin Wenxi shouted with difficulty, spitting out the blood in his mouth. The whip tightened for a while, until Lin Wenxi nodded drowsily, and the pain on his body seemed to stop. At that time, Lin Wenxi could hardly feel the pain.
"Child, I will only tell you once, Ziwei's last words. He hopes that I, you and Hongxuan will all live well... He hopes... that you... marry a beauty as your wife... But... I don’t want you to live well”
My father had some last words to take back. . . Lin Wenxi vaguely realized that Uncle Hongxuan was still alive.
Mom, I know your good intentions, and I know you want me to take revenge, but I am only nineteen years old and you are forcing me to take revenge in this way. It really hurts, it really hurts.
Lin Wenxi couldn't help but burst into tears as he thought about it. He closed his eyes tightly and refused to look at the couple in front of him. From now on, they would be what he called his parents, and Chen Wanxin would become his half-sister. This joke of life is too big and too fucked up. But this fucking fact is so bloody before our eyes. Her father has blood type A and her mother has blood type O. When donating blood, Lin Wenxi told Zheng Kai that she had blood type B. Zheng Kai joked and called her an illegitimate child because it is impossible to give birth to type B blood with type A blood and type O blood. Children with blood type.
Lin Wenxi took Zheng Kai's unintentional joke seriously. He repeatedly confirmed the blood types of his family of three, but he couldn't believe the fact. He kept these things buried in his heart. Before he found out the truth, his mother actually used such In this way, he told his life experience that he was actually the product of the grudges between the Lin family and the Chen family.
No wonder Xiaoman once joked that if I put on a wig, I would be Chen Wanxin. I should have thought of it long ago.
Haha, Lin Wenxi smiled, tears sliding down the corners of his mouth, like rain falling on an independent begonia, which was really pitiful.
The middle-aged man wearing silver-white spectacle frames is Chen Wanxin’s father, Chen Tianjiao. He gently brushed away the tears from the corner of Lin Wenxi's mouth, feeling happy and sad at the same time.
Two days ago, when Lin Wenxi was still in a coma, he got the results of the paternity test. Lin Wenxi was indeed his and Huang Xiya's son. Due to his status as an official, after he gave birth to his daughter Chen Wanxin, he always wanted but could not have another son. But now, the Chen family finally has a child. But he and his biological son missed nineteen years together. His son was raised by political opponents for nineteen years. Some time ago, he carefully planned a seamless assassination. He used the rainy day to smash Lin Ziwei's car onto the road with a huge stone. In the rolling mudslide.
Will his biological son still kiss him? Time may not be the cure for this child, but Chen Tianjiao still holds on to a glimmer of hope.
He heard that before Lin Ziwei passed away, Lin Wenxi and he had a nearly split conflict, which led to Lin Ziwei's death and Lin Wenxi not attending the funeral. Huang Xiya turned her anger on the child and beat him almost to death. Lin Ziwei may have had a conflict with this child that is difficult to heal. Did he hear about his past with Huang Xiya? Chen Tianjiao thought, wiping Lin Wenxi's tears over and over again, but didn't know what to say.
Lin Ziwei and Chen Tianjiao clenched their fists tightly.