Chapter 26: The Son's Feigned Illness is Hard to Deal With

Kong Chi took out his bank card and edited the card number.

My uncle gave me this card; even my mom didn't know.

He thought it wasn't very useful at the time, so he just tossed it aside without even looking at the card number. But now it's come in handy!

The text message was quickly composed, starting with a bank card number and followed by "[Recipient: Kong Chi]".

In his study on the twenty-seventh floor, Lin Cheng received the message, glanced at it, frowned, and replied: 【Young Madam, you didn't send this to the wrong person, did you?】

That's right, just call him!

Kong Chi?

Also surnamed Kong, could he be some kind of relative of the young mistress?

So he replied respectfully: 【Okay (^_-)】

Kong Chi breathed a sigh of relief and deleted all the conversations with Lin Cheng from his phone.

Not long after, his smartwatch notified him that the money had been deposited into his account.

He then messaged Murong Chen: "Done!"

Murong Chen immediately called, and a screeching sound like a groundhog rang out: "Brother Chi, you're awesome!"

Kong Chi calmly asked, "Xiao Chen?"

Murong Chen asked excitedly, "What's wrong, Brother Chi?"

"Don't swear."

Murong Chen: "..."

"Awesome"...is that considered a swear word?

Forget it, whatever. Brother Chi is so powerful, whatever he says goes!

"Okay, Brother Chi, I promise I won't tell again!"

After he finished speaking, he remembered something and said, "But Brother Chi, the payment is settled, but Uncle Lin Cheng is about to come downstairs to deliver the agreement! What should we do now?"

Kong Chi used his clever little brain and solemnly uttered two words, "Pretend to be sick."

Murong Chen was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened: "Brother Chi, you... say it again?"

“You’re faking illness,” Kong Chi said clearly, “that will definitely disrupt morale and make them lose interest in delivering the agreement!”

Murong Chen thought for a moment, then hesitated, "Pretending to be sick is fine, but I'm afraid my father, the King of Hell, is heartless and won't love me, sob sob o(╥﹏╥)o"

"Then pretend to be seriously ill. It's time to show off your acting talent. Go for it, Little Chen, the Best Actor!"

"Alright, I'll fight for pride, even if it means steaming buns! I'll try my best!"

After hanging up the phone, Murong Chen put the watch back on his wrist.

He was still afraid; if he were found out, his father's fighting prowess was no joke.

But right now, it seems there really isn't a better way!

Murong Chen gritted his teeth and made up his mind!

He went into the bathroom, took a towel, soaked it in hot water, and put it on his head.

Soon his forehead became hot, and his cheeks turned rosy.

Murong Chen quickly dried himself off, covered his forehead with his hand, and rushed downstairs, afraid that the heat would dissipate.

Murong Chen walked out, and before he even got close to the study door, he took a few deep breaths, pushed the door open, and pretended to stumble, letting out a "ouch".

In the middle of the night, both Murong Ting and Lin Cheng were startled.

"Isn't anyone going to help me up?" Murong Chen was very frustrated.

Lin Cheng reacted first, put down the agreement he was organizing, and quickly went forward to help him up: "Oh, young master, why are you down here in the middle of the night instead of sleeping? How did you fall down like that!"

Murong Chen sniffed, looking very weak: "I...I'm so hot I can't sleep...My legs are so weak..."

Lin Cheng casually touched Murong Chen's head and was immediately shocked: "Young Master Ting, the young master seems to have a fever!"

Murong Ting, looking suspicious, strode over and placed the back of his hand on Murong Chen's head—

Sure enough, it was scalding hot.

"Young Master Ting, the young master's hair is still wet. Is it from sweat?"

Feeling guilty, Murong Chen quickly and weakly said, "Oh dear, my head hurts too."

"Oh dear, Young Master Ting, the young master has caught a heatstroke!" Lin Cheng said worriedly from the side.

Murong Ting picked up Murong Chen and carried him back to the room in a few steps.

Put him on the big bed and cover him with a blanket: "Lie down quietly."

He turned to Lin Cheng, who was following behind him, and said, "Find Dr. Zhao."

Lin Cheng quickly replied, "Okay, I'll go right away!"

Upon hearing this, Murong Chen immediately exclaimed in alarm, "Don't go!"

He couldn't let Uncle Lin Cheng call a doctor, otherwise he would be exposed!

Lin Cheng stopped in his tracks at the doorway: "Young Master, what's wrong?"

Murong Chen was truly sweating with anxiety. Noticing his father's scrutinizing gaze above him, he stammered, "Daddy, I don't want to get a shot!"

Murong Ting reached out and touched his head, intending to comfort him by saying, "You might not need an injection," but the warmth of his hand made him pause.

It seems... not as hot as it was just now?

Sensing his father's hesitation, Murong Chen threw himself into Murong Ting's arms, saying, "I don't care, I don't care! I don't want a shot! I just want Daddy and Uncle Lin Cheng to be with me!"

Murong Ting saw through everything, so he simply sat down on the edge of the bed, nodded, and said, "Alright, whatever you say!"

Seeing this, Lin Cheng became anxious: "Young Master Ting, we can't not see a doctor! If a fever isn't treated promptly, it can damage your brain..."

"It's alright, his brain can't get any worse. You sit down too." Murong Ting gestured for Lin Cheng to sit down as well.

Lin Cheng stood by the door, caught in a dilemma, and continued to persuade him.

"Young Master Ting, although the young master can be quite naughty at times, even a tiger wouldn't eat its own cubs..."

Murong Ting snorted lightly: "That depends on what kind of son he is!"

Lin Cheng: ? ? ?

Wait a minute, why is Young Master Ting reacting like this?

He looked at Murong Chen on the bed and finally realized that something was wrong.

On the bed, Murong Chen looked at the two people scrutinizing him and had a bad feeling.

"Daddy..." Murong Chen said pitifully from under the covers.

Murong Ting was looking at documents on his phone when he heard the voice and looked up: "Speak."

Are you going to divorce Mommy?

Murong Ting paused slightly, then gently stroked his head with his large hand. After a long while, he said, "You heard everything? It has nothing to do with you, don't overthink it."

"How can it not concern me!" Murong Chen couldn't help but raise his voice: "You and Mommy are divorced, so I don't have a Mommy anymore!"

“You didn’t have it to begin with.” Murong Ting felt a surge of excitement at the mention of Kong Wange.

Murong Chen originally intended to feign pitifulness to gain sympathy, but upon hearing this, for some reason, a sense of grievance welled up in his heart.

Tears streamed down his face: "I did! I even saw her! Mommy speaks so gently, she's so beautiful, and her cooking is so delicious!"

"You're the one who made Mommy leave, and you lied to me and said she died in the fire! You adults are so mean, you liars!"

Murong Chen continued with his explanations, but Murong Ting lost his patience: "Alright, what do you know about adult matters?"

"Yes, I don't understand. I don't understand you, you blockhead. Mommy is so good to you, yet you're so mean to her!"

Murong Ting's anger surged, and he abruptly stood up, pointing at Murong Chen and saying, "Say that again? So only your mother is good, huh?! Good enough for you to fake illness and lie to me?"

Murong Chen turned his head and said angrily, "I just want our family to be together and I don't want you and Mommy to divorce. Is that wrong?!"

"Ha, family? You want me to raise her and someone else's child?"

"That's none other than my sister!" Murong Chen sat up abruptly and shouted angrily.

Murong Ting's eyes widened in shock at how his son could say such a thing, and he pointed at him, too angry to speak.

After a moment, he turned to Lin Cheng and said, "Go and deliver the divorce papers to me right now!"