Chapter 200 Who's the Son?
Chapter 200 Who's the Son?
Chapter 200 Who's the Son?
"Hey kid, you've gotten yourself into trouble? Got arrested for soliciting prostitution? Caught in a crackdown on prostitution?"
The old man, Zhu Yun, was not polite at all. When he heard that his son had been arrested, his first reaction was to gloat.
When the police heard what the other side said, their eyes changed when they looked at Zhu Wen. They hadn't expected that this guy was not only a human trafficker, but also had other crimes on his record.
Zhu Wen covered his forehead with his hand, lowered his head, and avoided eye contact with the police.
He declared that this was the most humiliating day of his life; his son had tormented him, and now his father was tormenting him, determined to kill him on the spot.
“Dad, you’re my real dad, please stop. I’m not that kind of person, I’m a law-abiding citizen.”
"Heh, you playboy, you philanderer, and you call yourself a law-abiding citizen? Do you believe that? I'd love to send you to jail myself."
"Are you really my father? My relationships with them are legitimate boyfriend-girlfriend relationships, how come they're considered improper relationships in your eyes?"
"Whether it's proper or not, who knows? But to me, it doesn't seem proper. In my day, someone like you would be considered a hooligan and would get shot."
Old Master Zhu Yun was relentless. He just couldn't stand his son's dissolute behavior. Just thinking about it made him angry. The worst part was that he couldn't control that good-for-nothing son. How infuriating!
"Dad, are you really going to send your son in? I'm talking about something serious. Have someone bring over the household registration book to prove that Zhu Ya is my son. They say I'm a human trafficker."
"Huh? Then there's no need to prove it, Zhu Ya is definitely not your son!"
"What? Dad, you're messing with me? Don't joke around with that brat."
Zhu Wen's first reaction was that the old man and Zhu Ya were trying to frame him. It was the old man who insisted on doing a paternity test to acknowledge him as his son, and now he was saying that the old man wasn't his son. He really wanted to send him to jail.
"Sigh..." Zhu Yun sighed, and became even angrier when she thought of her well-behaved eldest grandson, Zhu Ya. "I wish I was lying to you, but this is the truth. That boy Zhu Ya went to see you?"
"No, that's not it. I was the one who contacted him, but that's not important. Just so you know, this isn't about my son. Why are you all saying this? What are you hiding from me?"
Zhu Wen was eager to know what had happened.
"Well, that's all there is to it."
Zhu Yun gave a general account of what had happened.
After hearing what had happened, Zhu Wen remained silent for half a minute, so silent that Zhu Yun thought the call had ended.
"Tch, old man, you believe such absurd things? Where's your sense of caution?"
"What's the meaning?"
This time, Zhu Yun was completely bewildered. He had considered all possible reactions from his son, but he never expected this one.
"Have someone keep a close eye on Zhao Yang; he's suspicious."
Zhu Wen said with certainty.
"You suspect..."
"It's not a doubt, it's certain. That Zhao Yang is probably an imposter. His purpose is to enter the Zhu family. But what exactly is he planning to do? He'll eventually slip up."
Zhu Wen wanted a cigarette, but after patting his pockets and finding nothing, he gave up in frustration and continued speaking.
"Be careful, and have someone you trust keep an eye on you. As for Zhu Nian, I'll send someone over there."
As Zhu Wen spoke, he unbuttoned his collar. "What are you going to do?"
"It's okay, I'll handle things here myself. I'll talk to Zhu Ya about it."
Thinking about Zhu Ya's unusual behavior today, I initially thought it was just a child throwing a tantrum, but now it seems she is genuinely heartbroken.
"Alright, your mom and I will be careful, and you be careful too."
"Yes, I know."
Zhu Yun suddenly thought of something.
"There's one more thing, I don't know if you know about it."
"What?"
Zhu Yun briefly recounted the incident involving Xia Chengping and the marriage alliance with the Fu family.
Zhu Ya frowned. It seemed that the two things were related, otherwise they wouldn't have happened to run into Xia Chenggan and Zhou Ran at the restaurant today.
"Okay, I understand, I'll handle it."
Zhu Wen gave the old man a few more instructions, telling him to be careful, before hanging up the phone.
The two policemen, having overheard some gossip, exchanged a glance. Something seemed amiss; how had things veered from human trafficking to a feud between wealthy families?
Facing the questioning gazes of the two policemen, Zhu Wen sighed, knowing he had to deal with the immediate problem first.
"389XX is my number. Go and check it."
The two policemen looked incredulous. Was that a police badge number?
"you……"
"Go check it out."
Zhu Wen didn't want to say more. One policeman looked at Zhu Wen while the other went to check.
Zhu Wen lowered his head, thinking about Zhao Yang. When Zhu Ya returned home, the old man made all the arrangements. Given the old man's cautious nature, he wouldn't reveal too much information.
How did Zhao Yang know about the doctor's past actions and even conspire with the doctor to commit adultery?
There must be someone behind this, and there's an even bigger fish out there. Maybe there's a traitor among us or within our ranks.
The police officer who made the inquiry returned quickly, accompanied by a middle-aged man who, judging from his shoulder insignia, appeared to be a station chief.
The director walked over with a smile and personally unlocked Zhu Wen's handcuffs.
"It's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding, thank you for your hard work."
"Not at all, it's just our duty. My son and I have caused trouble for the police officers."
Zhu Wen smiled broadly, and he could easily come up with insincere words.
The police chief, pretending not to understand, went along with Zhu Wen's words, saying, "The statement has been taken. Your son is waiting for you to go home together. You can go now."
"Thank you so much."
Zhu Wen went to find Zhu Ya and left together.
The policeman guarding Zhu Wen approached and asked the station chief, "Chief, what important person is it?"
"It's a secret, you know the rules, don't ask too many questions."
The police immediately understood that this person was probably on some secret mission and must be of a high rank, otherwise why would the station chief come over to release him personally?
They also knew that keeping secrets was the greatest protection for unsung heroes, so they pretended not to know anything.
Zhu Wen went to pick up Zhu Ya, who sat on a chair with her head drooping, like an abandoned puppy.
Zhu Wen walked over and saw that Zhu Ya's eyes were swollen from crying.
"They're gone."
"Um."
Zhu Ya responded weakly, saying she had never cried like this before, and that she had cried so hard that her voice was hoarse.
"Sigh, kids are just so hard to figure out."
Zhu Wen took Zhu Ya's hand and led him to hail a taxi so they could go back and retrieve the car.
Zhu Ya had never been so humiliated, especially in public and even in the police station. Although it was understandable to send Zhu Wen to the police station, Zhu Ya felt even more guilty.
He peeked at Zhu Wen through his slits. Zhu Wen's face was dark; he must be very angry. He wouldn't just hit him, would he? After all, Old Deng usually had a bad temper.
Zhu Wen grabbed a handful of hair in frustration, revealing her delicate face and smooth forehead.
When Zhu Ya saw Zhu Wen looking over, he quickly lowered his head, pretending that he hadn't done anything.
Zhu Wen reached out, and Zhu Ya quickly dodged, worried that Zhu Wen would hit him. However, the back row was only a small space, and Zhu Ya couldn't get far away at all.
Just as Zhu Ya resigned himself to his fate and prepared to be beaten, Zhu Wen's hand fell. There was no pain; instead, it enveloped his head with intense heat.
Zhu Wen rubbed Zhu Ya's head.
"Alright, kid, I know what happened. Your old man is here to support you. You are my son, the young master of the Zhu family. No one else's opinion matters."
Zhu Ya blinked his swollen eyes; the stinging pain proved he wasn't dreaming, and Zhu Wen was indeed comforting him.
How could that be? Why would Old Deng comfort someone like that? Doesn't he care that he's not his son?
“I’m really not him, your son is Zhao Yang.”
"Don't I know who my son is? Kid, shake off the nonsense in your head, or shake off the water in it."
Zhu Wen, exasperated, vigorously ruffled his hair, messing up his hairstyle.
"I've never seen such a stubborn little brat, but he does take after me in that respect."
Zhu Wen's gentle features and her close-up face, with its overly happy smile, were breathtaking.
Zhu Ya sighed, saying that the only redeeming quality of his scumbag father was his good looks.
"Don't overthink it. Just focus on your studies. I, your tall father, will handle things for the Zhu family."
Zhu Ya held back her sore nose and the tears that were about to spill, and stubbornly retorted.
"You're just a womanizer, how could you possibly have the skills? You might end up homeless with me."
"If that really comes to that, I'll have to rely on my eldest son to support me through performing."
Zhu Wen put his arm around his son's shoulder, and Zhu Ya buried his head in his chest, tears streaming down his face.
Old Deng is such a sentimentalist. Has his time in jail really changed him? He's like a completely different person.
Zhu Wen felt the dampness on his chest and patted his back reassuringly.
She murmured to herself, "Just as prone to crying as him."
Zhu Ya didn't hear clearly, and instead looked up to make Zhu Wen laugh, burying himself in Lao Deng's arms like an ostrich, and asked in a muffled voice.
What did you say?
"nothing."
Zhu Wen then answered, his eyes fixed ahead, clearly lost in thought, and remained silent for a long time, perhaps thinking of someone or something.
They quickly got into their car, and Zhu Wen took Zhu Ya home.
It wasn't the old house, but the house they had given to Zhu Ya, their home.
Zhu Ya went straight upstairs as soon as he entered the room. He didn't want to be stuck in silence with Lao Deng with his red and swollen eyes.
Although what Old Deng said was very heartwarming, he lost face in front of Old Deng, and who knows if Old Deng was just trying to flatter him.
Zhu Wen didn't stop him. It's normal for children to have strong self-esteem; they'll figure it out on their own eventually.
Zhu Wen rummaged through the cigarettes, opened the pack, took one out, and put it in his mouth. He liked to drink and smoke when he was agitated.
Drinking alcohol is obviously inappropriate now, so smoking is the only option.
Zhu Wen lit the lighter and approached to light it, but heard a noise from upstairs. Helplessly, he closed the lighter, took a cigarette, and went upstairs, wondering what the kid was up to now.
Zhu Ya clutched his lower back as he got up from the ground. His eyes were swollen, affecting his vision. He had just finished showering and was changing clothes when he slipped and fell backward, which hurt terribly.
"How stupid! How could someone as quick-witted as me have such a dull and stupid son? I wonder who he takes after."
Zhu Wen pulled Zhu Ya up as he spoke, and looking at Zhu Ya's face, a bright, long-forgotten smile flashed into his mind—it looked remarkably like him. Author's Note: Thank you to my mentor 9492239 (9492239) for your support! For more exciting content, please leave a message for this book on Liancheng Reading.
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