After Du Fangyun finished scolding, Fang Min smiled and leaned closer, "Fangyun, let me make you a cup of coffee."

Du Fangyun leaned back on the sofa, rubbing her temples wearily. "Go ahead. In my eyes, the only thing I really like about you is the coffee you make."

In other words, in Du Fangyun's eyes, Fang Min was utterly useless except for making coffee for the servants.

Fang Min wasn't angry at all; she turned around and went to make coffee.

In all these years of married life, Du Fangyun rarely seemed to look Fang Min in the eye. Even when she tried to show concern for her husband like an ordinary wife, she would find that Fang Min's face was always gloomy and sullen every time he turned away.

She may have gotten used to bullying Fang Min and forgotten the saying that where there is oppression, there is resistance. The reason why Fang Min has not yet resisted is that she feels the time is not yet ripe.

The Fang family finally quieted down. Xiao Anhe, who had left the Fang family, hadn't uttered a word since getting into the car. Fortunately, the driver who was driving him this time was an old man who had been by his side for many years, so he dared to speak to him, "Big brother, where to now?"

Xiao Anhe leaned back in the car seat, closed his eyes to rest, and said, "Back to B City."

The driver responded and focused on driving, maintaining a steady and fast pace, and soon they were on the highway.

Xiao Anhe appeared to be asleep, but his mind was actually clear, and he kept repeating a sentence he had heard at the Fang family's house.

Those words came from Fang Min, who was also standing on the stairs at that time, behind him. As Du Fangyun said, "Seducing my son," Fang Wei replied very quietly, "Yes, he's your son, not mine!"

Xiao Anhe suddenly opened his eyes and turned to look out the car window. The car was moving very fast, and the scenery outside the window was almost flying by. Before he could see it clearly, a completely different scene came into view.

It seems there are many secrets he doesn't know.

Fang Min has always been cautious; otherwise, he wouldn't have climbed to such a high position. Of course, the rumors circulating that his rapid promotion was largely due to his marriage to Du Fangyun cannot be denied, but his personal abilities cannot be denied either.

These days, there are plenty of people with connections and backgrounds, but whether they can rise to the top ultimately depends on the individual.

Just like that figure in Chinese history named Liu Shan (A Dou), even with all the support, he couldn't sit on the throne and become a wise and virtuous ruler.

"Brother," the driver asked Xiao Anhe, "do you need to use the restroom? The next service area is about fifteen kilometers away."

Xiao Anhe shook his head. "I don't need it. Let's get going."

The driver accelerated the car a bit, but the car remained very stable.

Xiao Anhe closed his eyes again. He wanted to recall every word Fang Wei had said to him in the Fang family study, from beginning to end, without missing a single one.

He believed he could always find some clues. His intuition told him that Fang Min knew something about the two identical men in the photo, but he just wouldn't say it.

Especially when he deliberately asked Fang Min if she felt something was off about Xiao Qinghan the last time she saw him, his quick, unthinking answer made him seem guilty.

It must be said that Xiao Anhe's intuition was accurate. After making Du Yunfang a cup of coffee, Fang Wei returned to his study after obtaining her consent.

He rarely locks his study door, but this time he locked it from the inside.

He sat at his desk for a while, then suddenly, with a flick of his wrist, he overturned a thick stack of documents onto the floor. Luckily, the study had a thick carpet, so it didn't make a sound; otherwise, it would have certainly alerted Du Yunfang, who was at home.

He placed his hands, folded over his chin, and stared blankly at the snow-white wall for a long while. After what seemed like an eternity, he slowly looked away, opened the drawer on his right, and pulled a cell phone from the bottom of a stack of documents.

He quickly dialed a number he had saved. The call was answered almost immediately. The person on the other end was about to exchange a few pleasantries with Fang Min when Fang Min impatiently interrupted, "Wang Gousheng, did you say something inappropriate while you were drunk?"

The person on the other end of the phone said unhappily, "Don't call me Wang Gousheng! Wang Gousheng died more than 20 years ago!"

Fang Min sneered, "What? After being Xiao Qinghan for over twenty years, you've forgotten your original name and identity? Wang Gousheng, this is called forgetting your roots, do you know that?"

"Fang Min!" The person on the other end of the phone gritted their teeth and said, word by word, "I'm warning you, you're not allowed to mention the name Wang Gousheng in front of me again, or don't blame me for being rude to you!"

Fang Min was not easily intimidated. She snorted again, "Wang Gousheng, if I were you, I wouldn't have disliked my name back then, and I wouldn't have racked my brains to impersonate someone else for more than 20 years."

Hearing Fang Min's words, the person on the other end of the phone wasn't so agitated anymore. Instead, they let out a long sigh. "Director Fang, you're not me. You don't know how hard I suffered all those years. Gou Sheng, Gou Sheng, is that the kind of name people are given? Why? We were born from the same mother, yet Xiao Qinghan has such a good name and can be surnamed Xiao. What about me? I can only be surnamed Wang, and I have a name I can't even say. Why was he born as the eldest son of the Xiao family, the future head of the Xiao clan, living a life of luxury, while I could only live in the countryside? Forget about luxury, not having enough to eat was a common occurrence. As for clothes, Fang Min, I'm not afraid you'll laugh at me, but before I was ten, I basically had no clothes to wear. I ask you, if you were in my shoes and suddenly found out about your background, wouldn't you feel a little resentful?!"

By the end, he was screaming hysterically. No one else could understand what he had gone through all those years. Despite his consistently excellent grades, he was forced to drop out of school because he couldn't afford the tuition.

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