Yang Wenzhou's breath caught in his throat, and he froze on the spot.
How did the little girl know?
This secret has been hidden for twenty years, and apart from him and Yang Tianfan, no one else should know it.
Calm down, calm down. You can't admit it. That little girl is talking nonsense; she has no evidence.
Fu Wanru has never been very bright; she can be easily fooled with a few words.
Yang Wenzhou reached out his hand, "Wanru, believe me, don't believe that little devil..."
Qi Wenye pulled hard, "When Madam speaks, everyone shut up. It's not your turn to speak."
Yang Wenzhou glared at him, "You're despicable!"
"Any objections?" Qi Wenye raised his arm, showing off his well-developed biceps.
The large tattoo on his arm flashed before his eyes, and Yang Wenzhou instantly chickened out, secretly giving his son a meaningful look.
Yang Tianfan stepped forward and called out, "Mom..."
Qi Wenye put Fu Wanru down and dragged Yang Wenzhou to him, saying, "When the madam speaks, you should shut up too!"
He was tall and strong, exuding an aura of gangsters. Compared to him, Yang Tianfan looked like a primary school student.
Yang Tianfan glanced at the big guy and finally shut up obediently; this punch could blow his head off.
Fu Wanru was unaware of what had just happened, lost in her own thoughts.
Tianfan isn't her son? How could that be?
Tianfan is the child she carried for seven months and raised single-handedly. Tianfan must be her son!
Fu Wanru's eyes widened. "You're lying! You're deceiving me! If Tianfan isn't my son, whose son is he?"
Lin Xi curled her lips, "Who else got pregnant back then besides you? Think about it, you stupid woman."
Her eyes were clear as water, as if they could see through all the secrets of the world.
A figure flashed through Fu Wanru's mind, "Impossible! That woman is long dead, she's dead!"
She met Yang Wenzhou, a senior student, when she first entered university.
Yang Wenzhou is handsome, kind-hearted, and considerate. He helps her queue for food, brings her an umbrella on rainy days, makes brown sugar water for her during her period, and takes her out for soy milk and fried dough sticks...
Fu Wanru and her brother were too far apart in age, and they had nothing in common. Her brother gave her a monthly allowance but never cared about her.
But Yang Wenzhou was different. She felt the warmth of home with him and quickly fell in love with him.
She had a big fight with her brother because of this.
"Fu Wanru, break up with him immediately! Yang Wenzhou has a fiancée. What's the point of having such a promiscuous man? Aren't you afraid of getting a disease?"
“Brother, what do you know? All you do is coldly transfer money! Brother Wenzhou would buy me fried dough sticks, soy milk, and brown sugar water, giving me the warmth of home.”
Fu Wanru didn't care that Yang Wenzhou had a fiancée. That rural woman was ugly and dark-skinned, and her name was rustic. She was not good enough for Brother Wenzhou.
Yang Wenzhou assured her, "That marriage was arranged by my family. I don't like Yao Chunhua. I will only love you in this life."
Fu Wanru was deeply moved. "Brother Wenzhou, let's elope. Fu Jianhua isn't my biological brother, he can't control me."
The two ran away to the countryside and lived a sweet and happy life for a while. Soon after, she became pregnant.
Yao Chunhua married an old man and became pregnant, but she died in childbirth, taking her unborn child with her.
Yes, Yao Chunhua is dead!
Fu Wanru bit her lower lip tightly, "Brother Wenzhou, that woman is dead, right?"
Yang Wenzhou didn't dare to speak, but nodded.
Fu Wanru stammered, "That's right, she died a long time ago... Tianfan, you are my son, aren't you?"
Yang Tianfan forced a smile, "Mom."
Hearing the familiar "Mom," Fu Wanru breathed a sigh of relief. "Tianfan is my son. I could never mistake my own child."
Fu Jianhua had a bad feeling. "Get a paternity test done. I'll call the doctor over right away."
"No! We can't do a paternity test!" Yang Wenzhou blurted out.
Once the paternity test was done, all the secrets were exposed.
Fu Jianhua looked at his good-for-nothing sister, "Yang Wenzhou is so guilty, can't you see the truth?"
He slammed his fist on the table. "Fu Wanru, you're incredibly stupid! You've raised someone else's son for twenty years! Where is your own child?!"
"My child, my child..." Fu Wanru recalled the day she gave birth, and the more she thought about it, the more something seemed wrong.
She was seven months pregnant, her belly was already very big, and she was resting at home.
Yang Wenzhou left early and returned late every day, making Fu Wanru increasingly uneasy. "Brother Wenzhou, will you stay with me?"
“Wanru, although your brother gave us a sum of money, we can’t just sit around and do nothing. I need to start a business and entertain clients. So take good care of your health and give birth to this child.”
Yang Wenzhou went out, and Fu Wanru secretly followed behind him.
It's said online that eight or nine out of ten men frequent prostitutes, especially during their wives' pregnancies.
She was worried that her brother Wenzhou would be like that too.
Fu Wanru hid in the corner, while Wenzhou went to find Yao Chunhua.
Seeing the two standing together, she felt a surge of anger, rushed over, grabbed Yao Chunhua's hair, and slapped her hard across the face.
"You bitch, you're not allowed to steal my Wenzhou brother! You bitch! You bitch!!"
This caused her to experience a miscarriage, and her water broke.
After Fu Wanru regained consciousness, Yang Wenzhou placed a baby boy next to her, saying, "Wanru, this is our son."
She asked, "Where is Yao Chunhua?"
Yang Wenzhou's expression was indifferent. "He's dead."
"Where are her children?"
"He died along with his unborn child."
Fu Wanru smiled as she held her son.
Good riddance! With Yao Chunhua dead, no one will be able to compete with her for Wenzhou brother anymore.
Wait, she gave birth, and Yao Chunhua also gave birth. If...
Fu Wanru couldn't believe this guess. She stared intently at Yang Wenzhou, "Yao Chunhua and I gave birth on the same day. Whose child is Tianfan?"
Yang Wenzhou lowered his head and remained silent.
Oh no, this secret can't be kept anymore!
Seeing his expression, Fu Wanru felt a pang of despair. "Brother Wenzhou, tell me quickly! Tell me!"
"Tianfan is my son, not that bitch's child!"
"That shameless bitch is long dead! She's gone to hell with her child!"
Yang Wenzhou closed his eyes and remained silent.
Yang Tianfan couldn't take it anymore, "You keep calling me a slut, you're the slut! You killed my mother, you broke up my parents, you're the slut!!"
"Tianfan, you!!"
Fu Wanru slowly turned her head to look at the son she had raised for twenty years, her eyes filled with astonishment.
Tianfan is the child of Yao Chunhua and Yang Wenzhou!
She stood there stunned for a full twenty seconds. "You're Yao Chunhua's son, but where's my child?"
Fu Wanru scrambled to Yang Wenzhou, grabbed his shoulders and shook him violently, crying, "Yang Wenzhou! Where is my child?!"
Yang Wenzhou kept his head down.
"Speak! Speak now!!" Fu Wanru was furious, grabbing his hair and kicking and hitting him. "Where's my son?!"
Yang Wenzhou was stunned by the beating; he had endured it for twenty years and was no longer willing to tolerate it.
The biggest secret has been discovered, so why should we tolerate it?
He pushed the crazy woman off him, "Idiot, your child died long ago!"
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