Chapter 251 Physiological Parents
Song Shuchen put down his wine glass, walked to the French windows, and looked out.
Although it was late at night, the outside was still brightly lit.
“Yan Buyu is my child with Qingzhi,” he said.
Shen Zhiye sneered, "You should say that you and Meng Qingzhi are silent biological parents."
“What’s the difference? She carries my and Qingzhi’s blood; she’s a member of the Song family. I want to acknowledge her.”
"Admit it? What do you have to prove it with?" Shen Zhiye leaned back in his chair, indifferent and calm. "You want to take away a grown adult with a so-called paternity test report?"
“I am her father, she should acknowledge her ancestors and return to her family.” Song Shuchen turned around, his face showing displeasure.
Shen Zhiye remained calm. "When did you find out about this child? A week ago, or a month ago? She's been with our family for thirteen years, and she's been with Xinyan for fifteen!"
"What do you mean? Are you trying to stop me from recognizing my daughter?" Song Shuchen narrowed his eyes.
Shen Zhiye looked back.
"What I mean is, where were you all this time? Yan Qihang fooled you with a fake child, and how much did you care about that child? If you had investigated more thoroughly, Buyu wouldn't have suffered for so many years."
Song Shuchen picked up the wine in front of him and took a big gulp.
“The first time I met her, she was eight years old, thin and small, not even as big as a six-year-old child. Xinyan said that when she first met her, she didn’t say a word. It was my son who coaxed and amused her, and it was only after two months that she started to greet people.”
During the two years Lan Xinyan was there, Yan Buyu only had a hot meal once.
She had never seen meat or fish before, and she would be startled if she saw shrimp.
"Where were you at that time? You were buying a private jet for your fake heiress."
Everyone knows that Song Shuchen and his wife dote on their youngest daughter.
The 100-day gift was an island.
My first birthday present was a wall full of luxury handbags.
At the age of six, he received his first private jet.
“But what if we don’t say anything? She’s not even getting enough to eat. She’s being abused. Her only toy is a green early education machine that the neighbor threw away as trash.”
Even after she joined the Shen family and acquired countless new toys, she still treasured that green, peeling early education machine.
Song Shuchen lowered his head. "Zhiye, it's not what you think."
"What I think doesn't matter; I only look at the facts." Shen Zhiye took a sip of wine. "I never listen to what others say; I only look at what they do."
Saying you love and care for someone but not taking any action is just being trash.
Only when you take real action and provide material support does it count.
People over fifty should be more practical.
Song Shuchen drank his wine in silence.
Shen Zhiye felt a little relieved.
Everything his daughter suffered back then was because the man in front of him did nothing.
If he had done more research back then, the child wouldn't have suffered so much.
He needs to know these things.
Why should he have lived so comfortably for so many years, and now that he knows, he can just admit it whenever he wants? There's no reason for that.
“I know you can’t bear to part with the child,” Song Shuchen said slowly. “I just want her to know who her biological father and mother are, that’s all.”
“We’ve known each other for so many years, we know each other quite well,” Shen Zhiye lit a cigarette. “You were trying to take the child but failed, weren’t you?”
"Jingyi is looking for you?" Song Shuchen looked over in surprise.
“That’s between me and Jingyi,” Shen Zhiye exhaled a puff of smoke. “The fact that you are the child’s biological father can’t be changed. Now that the child is older, we respect her wishes.”
"You mean you agree to me adopting the child?" Song Shuchen frowned, not quite understanding Shen Zhiye's meaning.
"Don't rush. You must know that the child has been through a lot recently. If you really love her, let her calm down. Tell her slowly later and give her time to prepare." Shen Zhiye stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and stood up.
Song Shuchen stood up as well, "I want to see the child."
“I said, let the child rest for a couple of days. I also need to talk to Xinyan. She has raised Buyu as her own child, and now someone suddenly appears and tries to take the child away from her. She can’t stand it. You don’t want all of Buyu’s mothers to be like this, do you?”
Shen Zhiye is gone.
Song Shuchen stood alone by the window, drinking one cup after another.
"Brother Chen, what are your orders next?" A-Dong came over and handed him a cigar.
"Let's see if there are any jewelry exhibitions or auctions in Beijing recently, and prepare some gifts for the kids." Song Shuchen took the cigar. "We also need to buy an island, a private jet, and even better ones."
Ah Dong knew who this was better compared to, and said yes.
Song Shuchen puffed on a cigar, took out his phone, and looked at the photos of Yan Buyu that his subordinates had taken.
The son's men were keeping a close watch on him; they couldn't get close to the child and could only take pictures from a distance using equipment.
She was well taken care of by the Shen family.
She's mostly smiling in the photos; when she smiles, her eyes crinkle and sparkle.
She resembles Meng Qingzhi somewhat, but is more radiant and lively.
I sighed. I really, really want to see my child properly.
“Ah Dong,” Song Shuchen turned around, “Yan Qihang wasn’t even left with ashes?”
"Yes, young master cleaned it very well." Ah Dong's words were full of praise, "There's no dust left."
Song Shuchen was unwilling to accept this; he wished Yan Qihang had fallen into his hands.
I want to torment him to death, both with old and new grudges.
“Brother Chen, the eldest young master’s methods are no better than yours. Yan Qihang must have suffered a lot before he died,” A Dong replied truthfully.
Song Shuchen glared at him. "After all these years, you still can't say a word. Listen to what you're saying. Is that anything nice?"
Adong: ...
Song Shuchen was irritated and waved his hand, "Go, go. Tell the Italians to keep an eye on Madam and make sure she takes her medicine on time."
"Understood, Brother Chen."
Shen Zhiye returned home at three in the morning.
He didn't go back to the bedroom, afraid of disturbing Lan Xinyan's sleep.
After finding a guest room, taking a shower, and changing my clothes, I went to practice Tai Chi by the pool.
He wanted to tell his daughter the truth, but he didn't know where to begin.
How should we lay the groundwork?
If I don't tell her, I'm afraid she'll be the last one to find out the truth, and then the child will feel even worse.
Even if she knew the truth, she might not go with the other person, but she still had a biological mother.
What will Xinyan do then?
Frustrated, he played from 3 a.m. to 5 p.m.
At 5:30, just as dawn was breaking, the maid said that a black Maybach had been parked outside since 4:00 and hadn't left yet.
As Shen Zhiye stepped outside, he was not surprised to see Song Jingyi leaning against the car door smoking.
"Uncle Shen, good morning." Song Jingyi tossed away his cigarette and stubbed it out.
Shen Zhiye felt even more distressed. He nodded and said, "Jingyi, come in."
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