Chapter 20 Knowing the Truth
Wen Ci was so scared that her heart started beating wildly and her pupils widened.
The man on the sofa took the bag off his face, revealing a cold and noble face with a slightly red forehead and nose.
"Uncle?"
Wen Ci patted her chest in surprise, "How did you get in?!"
Xie Peizhou frowned and looked at her, "What have you been doing? Why are you so angry?"
"Enter the password."
The man looked at the closed security door and asked, "Isn't the password my birthday?"
Wen Ci's whole body was stiff.
It seemed as if Xie Peizhou had opened not only the door to the apartment, but also the door to the secret that she had kept deep in her heart.
Xie Peizhou looked at her tense little face, his brows slightly furrowed on his stern face.
His cold eyes moved down and he saw her pair of white jade feet stepping on the tile floor.
For a moment, the man's body was slightly tense.
Wen Ci's feet were very sexy, with skin as white and delicate as snow, and her nails painted with black nail polish. Between the white and black, her toes were slightly bent and gripped the ground, as if grasping someone's heart.
Xie Peizhou took a breath, tugged at his trousers as he stood up, and strode to the entrance. He bent down, took out a pair of light-colored slippers from the shoe cabinet, and placed them at her feet.
His voice was hoarse, "Put it on."
"Oh." Wen Ci put it on nervously, pursed her lips, and wanted to explain: "I used your birthday as the password because-"
"Safety."
Xie Peizhou stood up straight, his dark eyes looking at her face which was cold and not charming, but extremely attractive to him.
Take a deep breath secretly.
He sent her back from the last dinner party, and when he heard that the password was his birthday, his heart skipped a beat.
Wen Ci, with her drunken, careless laughter, punctured his fantasy. She said, "No one in the world would have thought that I would use your birthday as a password. Hehe, am I smart?"
"Uncle, you can't imagine it either?"
Xie Peizhou thought at the time that even if he tried a hundred sets of numbers, he would not dare to try his own birthday.
It’s safe enough indeed.
Wen Ci was slightly stunned and nodded, "Yes, yes."
Xie Peizhou tightened his hands at his side, turned back to sit on the sofa, and motioned her to come over to talk. "You thought no one was home, so you lost your temper? Were you bullied?"
Wen Ci walked over and sat on the short sofa in front of him, like a well-behaved junior. "No, I'm just a little annoyed."
"If you encounter any trouble in the future, just come to me. Am I not more convenient and useful than Lu Bingchen?"
Wen Ci raised her eyes and glanced at him. Xie Peizhou seemed really unhappy about this matter.
Years of promises had formed a habit in him. Even if he was tired of her in his heart, he was still used to protecting her and helping her solve problems.
Wen Ci smiled bitterly, "I understand, uncle."
Xie Peizhou's mood improved a bit, and his deep black eyes fell on her little face scrutinizingly. "Wen Ci, what month was your daughter born?"
Wen Ci's breathing tightened, and her hands subconsciously grasped the fabric of her pants, "Uncle, why...are you asking me to do this?"
Xie Peizhou's tone was filled with the superiority and indifference of a superior, giving people an indescribable sense of oppression, as if he had already seen through her. "Can't I ask? Or are you hiding some secret from me?"
Wen Ci leaned back subconsciously, "No——"
"Uncle!"
Before she finished speaking, Xie Peizhou suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her from the sofa opposite to his side.
The two of them instantly went from a normal social distance to an intrusive distance.
Wen Ci's pupils trembled as she heard the slight sound of the black Buddhist beads on his bony wrist colliding.
Wen Ci's heartbeat was like beads falling on the ground.
Xie Peizhou's sharp and steady handsome face approached again, and his deep black eyes seemed to have endless suction, wanting to suck out all her secrets and truths.
"Feeling guilty? Tell me, in which month did you give birth to her?"
Wen Ci's breathing became tight and her whole body froze.
Could it be that Xie Peizhou has begun to suspect that his daughter is his...
The next second, "Wen Ci, she is my child, right?"
Xie Peizhou looked at Wen Ci's guilty eyes and became more and more determined about this guess.
An indescribable joy rose from the bottom of my heart.
She gave birth to his child and took good care of him. Does that mean she still loves him in her heart?
"Aci..."
As soon as Xie Peizhou opened his thin lips, Wen Ci categorically denied, "She is not!"
"My daughter's birthday is September 20th."
Xie Peizhou froze, something shattered, "Impossible, you're lying!"
Wen Ci regained her composure and looked at him coldly, "I didn't lie. My daughter's birth date is September 20th. Nian Nian can't be your child. Uncle, have you forgotten? You personally took me to the hospital that morning and fed me the medicine yourself."
Xie Peizhou's dark eyes darkened. He pinched Wen Ci's wrist, "September 20th, right? Take out her birth certificate, Wen Ci, and don't tell me you mistook June for September!"
Five years ago, Wen Ci broke into his bedroom in August.
Pregnancy lasts ten months. Even if the baby is born prematurely or late, the baby should be born between April and June.
There’s no way it’ll be September!
Unless it’s Nezha!
Xie Peizhou let go of her hand, his tone cold and calm, "Go get her birth certificate. I won't leave until you produce it today."
Wen Ci's whole body stiffened, and a chill rose from the soles of her feet.
He really doubted that his daughter was his.
What will happen when he finds out?
I will be responsible, give my daughter the best of everything, and take care of her so that she can live a smooth life.
At the same time, he would fight with me for the custody of my daughter and let her live with his future wife, Song Wanqing. Perhaps, for the sake of my daughter's reputation, he would forcibly send her abroad again and forbid them to meet again...
Wen Ci's eyes instantly turned red.
Just when her last psychological defense was about to collapse, Xie Peizhou's cell phone rang.
They both looked at the table at the same time, "Song Wanqing."
Xie Peizhou frowned, but still picked up the phone, "Wanqing, what's wrong..."
Wen Ci looked at his silhouette as he answered the phone, and her heart felt bitter, but this time she really hoped that Song Wanqing would call him away.
As expected, after just a few words, Xie Peizhou said anxiously in a deep voice: "I'll be right over!"
Wen Ci lowered her head and smiled bitterly, feeling as if her heart was being gnawed by millions of ants.
But the next second, Xie Peizhou actually grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards the door.
Wen Ci: "Uncle, let me go. Go see Song Wanqing. Why are you holding me..."
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