Chapter 7 (Revised)

The hand holding the pen trembled slightly.

Song Zhiyi's incredulous gaze shifted between Wan Tian and Deng Guang. Finally, she took a deep breath and looked down at the character card booklet.

[Hiss, isn't this incest? Deng Guang doesn't look like he has any defects.]

Beside her, Li Ziteng was so shocked by these words that his CPU was running at high speed. If this was an animation, white steam would have been coming out of his head and his brain would be on the verge of crashing.

Wan Tian and Deng Guang stopped in their tracks at the same time, their expressions changed drastically, one of them had a look of anger on his face, while the other's eyes were darting around.

Wan Tian didn't notice her son's reaction. She quickly took a few steps forward, scanning the staff, and finally fixed her eyes on the girl who lowered her head. She said angrily, "Is it you? Are you the one who said my son doesn't..."

Song Zhiyi looked up in confusion when she heard the voice, but saw Wan Tian's hands falling down, followed by her body.

Song Zhiyi leaned on the table and flipped it over lightly, and swiftly supported the paralyzed Wan Tian, ​​and asked, "Are you okay?"

Wan Tian stared at her blankly, seemingly unresponsive.

Because of this sudden change, the small office suddenly became chaotic. A young assistant who could not hear Song Zhiyi's thoughts hurried forward, brought a chair, and helped Wan Tian sit down together with Song Zhiyi.

Li Ziteng also hurried over and asked in a low voice whether they needed to call 120. While Song Zhiyi was away temporarily, he opened his mouth and mouthed the word "Master" to Wan Tian.

He had heard Chen Fei hint at this situation openly and secretly - what he heard from Song Zhiyi should not be revealed to her easily, otherwise he would be punished.

Although he was not used to seeing Wan Tian using her connections to try to get people into the crew, they were old friends after all, and he couldn't just watch someone die. Li Ziteng looked in Song Zhiyi's direction and whispered a few more words of advice.

On the other side, Song Zhiyi returned to her seat and picked up her mobile phone. She originally wanted to help call 120, but she happened to see the message from her mother.

[Travel Mom: Your Grandpa Liu will be turning 85 in a few days. Your dad and I will not be going back. Thank you for taking the trouble to go. I will bring you some local specialties/blow you a kiss when I come back.]

[Eighty percent of them are specialty products that are exported and sold domestically. Damn, how can this old man still be alive at over 80? He is really a disaster that will last for thousands of years.]

She put one hand on the table, holding the phone in her left hand, with an impatient look on her face.

Li Ziteng: …

What does this mean, he missed class?

At this point, Wan Tian also came to his senses a little, and asked in a dry voice: "Old Li, tell me the truth, are you lying to me?"

As she spoke, she held Deng Guang's arm tightly, like a drowning person grabbing the last piece of driftwood.

Maybe she was holding on too tightly, Deng Guang frowned and said in a suppressed voice, "Mom, don't listen to them playing tricks here. It doesn't matter whether we join this lousy crew or not. There's no need to listen to them scheming us here. Let's go home."

Li Ziteng looked surprised and was about to say something when the voice rang out again.

[Wan Tian suddenly reacted so strongly, and even said that her son was not... not what? Did she know that her son was about to become impotent? ]

Someone had already called 120, and Wan Tian's complexion had improved a lot. Song Zhiyi saw that they seemed to have something to discuss, so he stood still and let his thoughts run wild, and the horse ran a circle and came back.

Deng Guang's face suddenly turned green, and Li Ziteng's eyes also became subtle.

[That's not quite right. How would she know if her son is capable? After all, her son is a novice and loves to play. He also has the nickname "Night Club Teddy". A normal person would not put these two things together. So what did she want to say? ]

Song Zhiyi didn't understand, but Song Zhiyi never put herself in a difficult position. If she didn't understand this one, she would just eat the next one.

Taking advantage of the fact that "no one was paying attention", she leaned back on the table, half leaned back in the chair comfortably, and continued to look at the character card booklet.

[Wow, no wonder Deng Guang looks like a normal person. It turns out that his father and his nominal grandmother have no blood relationship. His grandmother is the wife that his grandfather married later.

[Wow, didn’t Mr. Deng just parachute in a young mother who is only a few years older than him? Looking at Deng Guang’s age, the two of them probably hooked up right after they met. If that’s the case, then Mr. Deng and Wan Tian have a really great reputation…]

Song Zhiyi couldn't help but peeking out from behind her notebook, but when she met Deng Guang's angry eyes, she quickly retracted her gaze.

[Why are you glaring at me for no reason? You are sick. 】

"Nonsense..." Deng Guang's anger grew higher and higher. He could no longer bear it and was about to stand up, but Li Ziteng, who was prepared, covered his mouth.

"Xiao Guang, listen to me." Wan Tian's face was flushed with sickness. She pulled Deng Guang tightly, and the veins on her pampered hands bulged. "Listen carefully."

Song Zhiyi complained in her heart and ignored it. What she was most concerned about now was the complicated relationships in this family.

[Let me sort this out. Deng Guang’s biological mother is his nominal grandmother, so isn’t he of the same generation as his father in a certain sense? What a confusing relationship. I wonder if Deng Guang’s grandfather knows that the daughter he thought was his granddaughter, and the grandson he thought was… is still his grandson, but he was born to his son and his wife.]

【Mr. Deng, how miserable! 】

Li Ziteng luckily didn't laugh out loud, but when he saw Wan Tian's face becoming increasingly paler and the hem of her skirt being wrinkled, he couldn't help but feel a little sympathy even though he was just a comedian.

"That person is a real kung fu expert. If you believe me, then listen to her. She made this clear to you when you came here on purpose. I think she couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to help you."

"What master? I don't believe in him. He's just playing tricks on me." Deng Guang broke away from them and cursed with a face full of hatred.

[Who is playing tricks? Isn't Deng Guang raising a ghost himself? The child he is raising is a nearly-formed one from his girlfriend's abortion.]

"Xiao Guang, Xiao Guang..." Wan Tian called out twice but didn't finish the second half of the sentence. She only felt an evil spirit hovering over her chest.

[But it's not surprising that Deng Guang did such a thing. After all, he has not been a good person since he was a child. He knew the truth about his life experience when he was five years old, but not only did he not tell Wan Tian, ​​he often used his low seniority to bully his nominal sister-in-law, Wan Tian's biological daughter, and not only that, he also tried to sow discord between them. What a dirty, rotten thing. ]

Wan Tian's breathing suddenly became rapid, and the sound was as loud as a broken bellows. It was also at this moment that she suddenly remembered that more than 20 years ago, when she was pregnant, she checked the gender and was told that it was a girl. But when the baby was born and held in her arms, it turned out to be a wrinkled and skinny boy.

Deng Guang panicked for a moment, but soon calmed himself down and took Wan Tian's hand, "Mom, do you believe that outsiders don't believe me? Let's go. I think they are just acting weird."

Wan Tian did not move. She was once a famous female warrior in the film industry, and her skills had never been wasted even after retiring for more than 20 years. Against her will, Deng Guang, whose body was hollowed out by love, was unable to move her.

As the two were in a stalemate, Wan Tian pulled her hand away, raised her bright, wrinkled eyes and looked at him, looking at the "son" she had raised for more than twenty years.

"Do you know about this?" At this moment, she suddenly calmed down again, still holding on to a glimmer of hope. Not everything is right with masters. Deng Guang is the child she has raised for more than 20 years. Even if he is a little naughty, he shouldn't be like this, he can't be like this...

Sensing the hidden meaning in her words, Deng Guang was trembling with anger as if he had been humiliated. He pointed his finger and said angrily, "You believe whatever others say, and you don't even listen to me, your own son. Do you think I feel better knowing this?"

Wan Tian continued to look at him with that almost penetrating gaze, until he slammed the door and walked out, then she lowered her eyes helplessly.

It's true. His acting skills were honed bit by bit by himself. No one knows better than her whether every word Deng Guang said is true or false.

[What's going on? They look like they're about to fight.]

Song Zhiyi felt that the atmosphere was not right, he hesitated and stood up, and his inner voice also stopped.

Wan Tian didn't pay attention to what was happening here. The details that had been ignored twenty-four years ago kept coming back to her, almost suffocating her.

I still remember that she didn't know how to control her appetite during pregnancy, and her belly was full. During the prenatal checkup, they said that the baby would be big and recommended a caesarean section, but they were limited at the time and thought that the anesthesia for a caesarean section would harm the baby, so they insisted on a natural birth.

The fetus was indeed very large. It took her a whole night and half a day to give birth to the baby. She was so tired that she fell asleep without even having the chance to see the baby. When she woke up, she was told that the baby had been transferred to a large hospital due to weakness.

At the same time, her mother-in-law, who was also pregnant with her, also had a caesarean section because the fetus was wrapped around the neck. It was a girl, and both mother and daughter were safe.

It was four days later that she saw the child she had given birth to with great difficulty, a skinny boy who could only cry loudly.

It's not that she didn't have doubts. In addition to the results of multiple pregnancy tests, she also vaguely heard the doctor say that she was pregnant before she fell into a coma after giving birth, but her doubts were quickly dispelled. After all, the person who kept saying that she had heard it wrong and that the results of the pregnancy test could be wrong was her closest bedmate.

Later, Deng Guang and her husband Deng Yi became more and more alike, and her last doubts disappeared.

She believed it, and because of that belief, she lost sight of the truth for more than twenty years.

Thinking of this, Wan Tian laughed in pain. She smoothed the hem of her skirt and when she stood up again, she had regained her usual elegance, except for a little redness in the corners of her eyes.

She looked at the girl who had stood behind her at some point with a worried look in her eyes, and smiled slightly: "Hello, can you please leave your contact information?"

*

It was not until nine o'clock in the evening that Wan Tian opened the door.

The living room was dark, and the person in the bedroom seemed to have heard something, so he opened the door and walked out. The light that suddenly came on hurt her eyes, and her eyes, which were full of red bloodshot, stared at the man who walked out of the bedroom - Deng Yi.

He looked like he knew nothing, frowned and came up to me, asking distressedly, "Why did you come back so late? You didn't even answer my call."

Wan Tian avoided his hand, stepped on comfortable soft-soled slippers, and walked straight to the sofa, "Where's Xiao Guang, why don't you come to see me?"

Deng Yi still had an impeccable smile on his face, revealing a bit of helplessness: "He's grown up now, it's inevitable that he has to go out and play with his friends, why do you care what he does?"

"Really? Did he go out to play, or," Wan Tian spoke very slowly, almost enunciating each word, "did he go back to his hometown and hold your father and his biological mother hostage?"

Deng Yi showed confusion on his face: "What do you mean, did you have a quarrel with Xiao Guang?" Then he pretended to be angry and said, "This kid was so secretive when talking to me. It turns out that he made you angry and didn't dare to go home..."

"Deng Yi," Wan Tian interrupted him, staring at him with her two black pupils as if she was meeting him for the first time, "I used to think that Xiao Guang inherited his acting talent from me, but now it seems that like father, like son. It's a pity that even his face looks exactly like you."

Hearing this, Deng Yi's face couldn't help but twist a little.

As a married couple for many years, Wan Tian knew best what was the biggest pain point in his heart. When she got married, many media used the title "Beauty and the Beast", which was a thorn in Deng Yi's heart for more than 20 years.

In the past, she comforted Deng with soft words, proud of herself for not caring about appearance but only looking at the true heart, thinking that she had found a considerate soul mate. So many years have passed, and it was not until today that she saw the dark heart under the beautiful flowers.

As if she had admired his expression enough, or as if she had lost the last bit of ethereal love, Wan Tian looked away and dropped a shocking statement: "I sent someone to pick up Xiao Fei from school. The result of the paternity test will be out the day after tomorrow at the earliest. By then, I will work with the police to ask your Deng family for an explanation."

"Now, get out of my house."