Chapter 78: Western Fantasy Traveling Through Long Aotian
"Guyang, I'm your aunt!"
Mrs. Duan's chest was shaking violently. She never expected that her closest family members would stab her. However, the ladylike education she received since childhood prevented her from doing something as inappropriate as smashing a teacup.
Gu Yang was very calm: "Aunt, things are still uncertain. I will naturally wait until the dust has settled before informing you, so that you won't be disappointed."
Mrs. Duan's eyes were filled with anger. She knew that the Gu family was still dissatisfied with her past actions, but now, their interests were united!
Thinking of this, Madam Duan suppressed her temper, controlled her expression, and revealed a soft and gentle smile:
"Of course I believe that Yangyang is definitely on Auntie's side, but he is my child after all. As a mother, I can tell at a glance whether he is my own child."
"From the first moment I saw this child, I knew he must be mine!" Mrs. Duan said firmly.
Gu Yang was sarcastic in his heart, huh, is that so? At this point, even if it is not, it must be.
However, his expression softened considerably as Madam Duan spoke, and his tone softened a bit, "Aunt is right. The first time I saw Long Haoyu, I felt a sense of familiarity."
The aunt and niece smiled at each other, talked and laughed in a friendly manner, made a plan in a few words, and left with satisfaction.
Gu Yang said goodbye to his aunt. He sat in the driver's seat of the white Chevrolet and looked at Mrs. Duan's dignified back through the car window. He tapped the steering wheel lightly with his fingers, and the dark color in his eyes gradually settled.
The Gu family, a century-old aristocratic family, had long since weakened. Now, he and his married daughter had hit it off, plotting to seize the Duan family's fortune. It seemed the world was unpredictable, the disparity in wealth between the two families had now reversed, and lovers who had once loved each other enough to elope had grown weary of each other.
Ridiculous.
Gu Yang stepped on the accelerator and gripped the steering wheel with his fingertips. The children born in their family were only young and ignorant children. What kind of true love could they have? He was really a little tired of the so-called responsibilities of the eldest son.
He laughed at himself a few times, but he knew that he would never be able to escape this quagmire.
A few days later, Gu Yang contacted Long Haoyu again and expressed his desire to conduct a paternity test. To his surprise, this time, Long Haoyu readily agreed.
This made things much easier. Gu Yang made arrangements early on, and as expected, the paternity test results showed that the DNA similarity between Long Haoyu and Duan Bowen reached more than 99.99%, establishing a parent-child relationship.
With the cooperation of Mrs. Duan, the Gu family's plan is very likely to be realized.
For some unknown reason, Mrs. Duan insisted on announcing the fact that she had found her biological son who had been missing for twenty years at the dinner party celebrating the 30th anniversary of the Duan Group.
Gu Yang knew this very well. Duan Bowen had found countless mistresses over the years, but no child was born. He didn't believe that his aunt was behind this.
Since Duan Bowen only has one child, Duan Xingzhou, Duan Bowen has no choice but to prepare to announce to the shareholders on the 30th anniversary that Duan Xingzhou is the heir of the Duan family.
At the same time, he agreed to the request of Duan Xingzhou's biological mother to attend this important dinner party, which made Mrs. Duan furious. If the mistress attended such an occasion, where would her original wife's face be?
Duan Bowen was on the first day of the month, and Madam Duan was on the fifteenth. She was determined to stomp Duan Bowen and his mistress on the face at the dinner party. Fortunately, Long Haoyu didn't care about the occasion and time of the recognition and was casual about it.
The dinner for the 30th anniversary of the establishment of the Duan family was naturally a place of extravagance and extravagance, with singing and dancing, business celebrities gathered together, and the top movie stars in the entertainment industry were just the lowest-ranking ones here.
"...Here, I solemnly introduce to you my successor..."
Duan Bowen may be approaching forty, but his well-maintained face makes him look no more than forty. Dressed in a suit and tie, he exudes high spirits. While the announcement of his successor is intended to assure shareholders that the Duan family remains a viable successor, he remains brimming with ambition, determined to remain at the helm of this behemoth.
Duan Xingzhou stood beside his father, suppressing his immense excitement. He raised his chin slightly, his eyes sweeping over the familiar faces of the business tycoons below. From today on, he was the legitimate heir to the Duan family. How could he not be proud and satisfied?
Just when Duan Bowen was about to spit out his son's name.
"Wait." Mrs. Duan came over in a haute couture dress. Behind her was Long Haoyu, who was also dressed in formal attire and had an upright posture.
Long Haoyu met Duan Xingzhou's eyes of disbelief and fear. He remained calm, with a faint smile on his lips, but in Duan Xingzhou's eyes, this smile was full of ridicule and disdain.
How is this possible!
Duan Bowen realized something was wrong, but it was too late. Mrs. Duan tried to take Long Haoyu's arm affectionately, but he dodged her. Her smile froze, but she quickly covered it up and continued to announce to the guests:
"On this occasion of the Duan family's 30th anniversary, as Duan Bowen's wife," she said, her condescending gaze sweeping across the corner of the stage, "I want to announce a piece of good news to you all. My son, who had been missing for 20 years, I've finally found him!"
"Haoyu, my son, come and get to know all of our Duan Group's shareholders and partners."
Gu Qingshu!
Duan Bowen managed to maintain his expression thanks to his years of experience in the business world. He instantly switched to fatherly mode and said with a smile, "Yes, this is the child Qingshu and I lost many years ago. Now, he has finally returned to us. Qingshu and I are really happy. Thank you..."
But they were all old foxes who had been around for thousands of years, so how could they not see the clues? They had a mask-like smile of sincere congratulations on their faces, and they were thinking in their hearts about the impact this matter would have on the Duan family and the benefits that their family could gain from it.
Everyone on and off the stage is laughing, some are genuine and some are fake
Clang!
Ying Yiran's wine glass fell to the floor with a piercing sound, earning disdainful glances from the socialites nearby. She didn't have time to care about the wine stains on her pristine white dress, staring blankly at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure on the stage.
"Mr. Shen, I haven't seen you for a few days. How come you look so bad?"
The fox friend came over and put his arm around Mr. Shen's shoulder, but Mr. Shen impatiently took his hand away: "She's not my girlfriend. If it weren't for the fact that she's Mr. Duan's ex-girlfriend, who would have brought her here?"
He had originally thought that if Young Master Duan still had feelings for him, he could take advantage of this opportunity to join the Duan family. But now, it looked like there was a power struggle within the Duan family, and he had to carefully consider which side to stand on in order to gain the merit of "following the dragon."
Thinking of this, Shen Shao no longer paid attention to this useless woman and left in a hurry.
Ying Yiran still hadn't recovered, her heart beating faster and faster. She suddenly realized that this was her chance to turn the tables. Just as her emotions were getting more excited, a sharp pain suddenly spread from her chest. Her face turned pale and her body was shaky.
"Miss, what's wrong with you?"
The waitress who was about to come over to ask Ying Yiran if she needed to change clothes was startled. She hurried forward and supported Ying Yiran.
Ying Yin still managed to stand up with the help of her strength. She closed her eyes to relax for a moment, and the inhuman pain slowly faded away. The nerves that still felt the pain reminded her that all this was real.
She refused the suggestion to go to the lounge and sat down alone in the leisure area in her high heels. Since waking up in the hospital that day, she had suffered from a strange disease. When her emotions fluctuated violently, pain and hallucinations came upon her. She couldn't even distinguish between reality and fantasy.
But now, what is more important is that Ying Yi took out her mobile phone. As expected, the popularity of the entry #龙皓宇豪门贵子# was rising. With trembling hands, she hurriedly sent a message to her agent.
She was at her wit's end! Without Duan Xingzhou's protection, she finally realized how many people she had offended before!
"Gu Qingshu, what do you mean?"
Avoiding the crowd, Duan Bowen and Mrs. Duan tore off the disguise of a wealthy and loving couple, facing each other coldly, and Mrs. Duan sneered:
"Ask me what I mean, Duan Bowen, why don't you ask me what you mean? If I don't stop you, will you announce that you have a new concubine in the next second?"
"I'm telling you, Old Man Duan, as long as I'm around, don't even think about bringing up your schtick. If you can't stand it, divorce me if you can!"
Duan Bowen didn't dare to do that. They had been married for many years, and neither of them could bear the loss caused by divorce. He took a step back first:
"Qingshu, that's not what I meant. How could I possibly disregard your dignity? We are husband and wife, and now that you've found your son, at least tell me so I can make arrangements in advance..."
Mrs. Duan was impatient to listen to his old talk: "Arrange it in advance. I tell you, my son has been found, and the family property must belong to my son. Not a penny of that bitch's son will belong to him."
Duan Bowen's face also turned cold. He wasn't dead yet, but his wife was already thinking about the family property. "You also knew about your son's affair. I don't care about it, but now that our son is back, let's just pretend nothing happened. As for the rest, I'm still very young!"
They parted on bad terms, but the entire conversation fell into the ears of Long Haoyu who was sitting on the other side of the wall. He lowered his eyebrows, slightly shook the red wine glass in his hand, and thought lightly: What a boring place. I wonder how Lingnan and Zixuan are doing at home. Do they also feel bored?
At this moment, Long Lingnan stood on a small kitchen stool, sweat beading on her forehead. Her face was extremely serious, as if she was doing something extremely sacred, but in fact, she was just holding the spatula, as if facing a great enemy.
Long Zixuan handed the fruits of their labor for the night to Long Lingnan. Long Lingnan took it and waited for the water in the iron pot to boil, then quickly poured the contents into the pot. As expected, a splash of water occurred. Fortunately, Long Lingnan had thick skin and was not afraid at all.
"Sister, what is this?"
Long Zixuan stood on tiptoe to watch the strange-shaped objects they made rolling in the pot, and asked curiously.
"These are dumplings. Today is the winter solstice, the day to eat dumplings." Long Lingnan explained carefully, stirring the dumplings with a spatula to prevent them from sticking to the pan.
"Oh." Long Zixuan nodded, and then asked in confusion: "Royal sister, dumplings, do they all look like this?" How strange.
Of course...it's not like this!
Unfortunately, she has clumsy hands, and the Long Zixuan she taught also has clumsy hands.
Long Lingnan answered him solemnly: "Don't ask, this is all God's will." She blamed God for not giving her a pair of dexterous hands.
After taking out the dumplings one by one and placing them on a white porcelain plate, Long Lingnan and Long Zixuan sat in deep silence as they looked at their work.
How could this happen? Why did it break?
Long Lingnan was puzzled. This was already the third time they had tried. Finally, Long Lingnan said sadly:
"Brother, let's go to the supermarket downstairs to buy some frozen dumplings."
I'm sorry, brother. I really tried my best to be your sister.
【Author’s words】
Dumplings dumplings, sizzling sizzling
Thank you very much for your support. I will continue to work hard!
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