Upon hearing this call, Fu Shen visibly stiffened.
He subconsciously pursed his lips and slowly clenched his fists.
Lu Yunting took in Fu Shen's subtle changes and thought to himself, "There must be something wrong."
Everyone here knows what's going on, except for him.
Thinking about how he had worked hard for more than a month to learn the art of disguise, studying diligently with Huang San during the day and practicing late into the night after finishing his heavy official duties at the military region, all he wanted was to help Huo Xueshen and Yang Guohua's mother meet as soon as possible, but everyone kept it from him, and a feeling of betrayal welled up in his heart.
Fu Shen stood frozen in place for a long while before slowly walking towards the main room, as if his feet were made of lead.
Upon seeing this, Lu Yunting quickly followed, and the two entered the main room one after the other.
Inside the main room, Grandpa Yang and Huo Xueshen were sitting at the table talking.
Grandma Yang walked over to Huo Xueshen, gently patted his shoulder, and said with a mysterious smile, "Xueshen, look at the door. Who is that?"
Upon hearing the sound, Huo Xueshen slowly turned his head to look at the door.
The moment Fu Shen's figure came into view, he stood up abruptly, the wooden chair scraping against the ground with a jarring sound.
His eyes widened, his gaze fixed on Fu Shen as if trying to see right through him, his face filled with disbelief and shock.
Fu Shen lowered his eyes to avoid the other's burning gaze, but out of the corner of his eye he caught Huo Xueshen's trembling fingertips. For some reason, his tense heartstrings relaxed slightly.
Huo Xueshen staggered forward two steps, his voice trembling slightly with excitement: "Who is your mother?"
Fu Shen was taken aback by the abrupt question, and in a daze, he finally understood why Su Yue said that he and Huo Xueshen had the same voice.
He gave a self-deprecating twitch of his lips: "As for my own mother, I don't know."
Huo Xueshen rushed to Fu Shen in three strides, his rough hands trembling as he took Fu Shen's right hand, staring intently at the three black moles side by side on his little finger, his voice choked with emotion: "How could I not know? Is she blaming me?"
He remembered that Tian Huanyan once said that the Tian family bloodline has a unique mark. Anyone who inherits half of the Tian family genes, regardless of gender, will have three black moles in a row on their right little finger. There has never been a mistake.
Hearing this, Fu Shen felt a surge of anger. He abruptly pulled his hand back, a flash of fury in his eyes: "So you knew about my existence all along? A man who abandoned his wife and children..."
The words were on the tip of her tongue, but she ultimately didn't utter the insult "scumbag."
Huo Xueshen stared at the young man in front of him, whose features resembled his own, his eyes gradually reddening as he shook his head frantically: "I don't know."
How could he have known earlier? He only found out now.
Lu Yunting leaned closer to Grandma Yang and asked in a low voice, "They don't know each other?"
If that's the case, it would explain why Fu Shen concealed it before.
Grandma Yang glanced at him and sighed softly, "I don't know, Fu Shen is also pitiful."
"What's so pitiful about it?" Grandma Yang didn't say anything to Lu Yunting alone.
She walked up to the father and son, looked at Huo Xueshen, and said with a hint of pity in her voice, "Fu Shen really doesn't know who his mother is? His background is also because his adoptive parents treated him like an enemy..."
As Huo Xueshen listened to Grandma Yang's story, images of the hardships his son had suffered in his childhood flashed through his mind, and his heart ached, his eyes reddening.
As Lu Yunting gazed at Fu Shen's tall and straight back, his eyes unconsciously filled with admiration.
It's truly remarkable that Fu Shen survived such a harsh upbringing until the village secretary helped him enlist in the army.
If it were him, he probably would have boiled himself alive when Fu Liugen and his wife forced him to stand on a stool to boil water, not to mention how he could nimbly dodge flying firewood knives while chopping wood on the mountain.
He secretly made up his mind that he had to recruit such a tenacious talent under his command.
Even if he didn't have a father who is very successful in scientific research, he would still very much like Fu Shen to join their side.
Seeing that the father and son still had much to say, he, being an outsider, unlike Yang Guohua's parents, tactfully withdrew.
Huo Xueshen's lips trembled, and his voice was hoarse: "I'm sorry, I haven't fulfilled my responsibilities as a father or a son. If you don't want to acknowledge me as your father, I will."
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