"You can't possibly be my daddy."
Ye Beichen sat in the chair, her big eyes curiously examining the man in front of her.
She was four years old this year!
At this time, she should be in kindergarten. However, right after beginning the first class, she was brought here by a tall man of 1.9 meters, who claimed to be her father with a stern face.
"My mommy clearly said that daddy is already dead, having committed suicide by jumping off a building. His head broke open like a watermelon with his brains scattered all over the ground. The grass on his grave is by now as tall as me."
As Ye Beichen said this, she even lifted her hand to indicate the height, her serious tiny expression was super cute.
Mo Bingshang's lips twitched slightly. At a look from him, the butler quickly handed some documents to Ye Beichen. Mo Bingshang said with a cold face, "This is the paternity test report, which shows that you are my son."
Ye Beichen's small mouth dropped open and forgot to close.
Mo Bingshang did not speak, but was observing her in detail. Although she was only four years old, her height was nearly 1.2 meters. Her small face had an innocent look, and her black obsidian-like eyes held an intelligence that her age should not have.
"So why did my mommy say that you're dead?"
The little cutie asked her question out.
Mo Bingshang raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised that she didn't cry or fuss, but instead could calmly ask such a sharp question.
Why did they say he was dead? Of course, because he was a scoundrel.
Mo Bingshang's silence made Ye Beichen's little face stiffen. Her beautiful eyebrows creased, "I know, because you're a heartless scoundrel who trifled with my mommy and then dumped her. Mommy hates you deeply, so she told me you were dead."
Well-reasoned!
Yes, indeed, that's the truth.
Mo Bingshang dismissed the remark without a second thought, "I didn't ditch her, there's a special reason."
"What reason?"
Meng Bao's eyes sparkled with excitement as she hopped down from her chair and approached Mo Bingshang, her face filled with intrigue. "Tell me, if it's really some unavoidable hardship, I'll consider speaking up for you in front of Mommy."
A sudden knocking sound interrupted them. Mo Bingshang stood up with a stern expression, "Mind your own business, kid. Stay put, I'll bring your Mommy over. Then our little family can reunite."
Finishing his words, he turned around and left.
Meng Bao mumbled under her breath: That's wishful thinking, you probably have no idea how hard it is to deal with the women of our Ye family.
Downstairs!
A look of worry painted Ye Nanxu's face as she nervously scanned her surroundings. She had just arrived at the company when she received a call from the kindergarten teacher, informing her that a few men in black had taken Ye Beichen away by force.
She had barely made it out of the building when she was stopped by a group of men in black. Now, here she was. On the way here, she had asked them who they were and why they were capturing her but had got no answer, only icy expressions. They had brought her here and then just left. The huge hall was so quiet that even her own heartbeat sounded loud.
A light footstep sound echoed in the room. Ye Nanxu suddenly looked up, meeting a pair of ink-like eyes. A wave of familiarity hit her, and her heart pounded violently; her face turned pale.
The change in her expression didn't escape the man's notice. The corner of his lips slightly curled up as he began to descend the stairs step by step.
Closer...
Even closer...
It's him, it's him!
Ye Nanxu unconsciously clenched her fist tightly, intensely staring at him, fury flashing in her beautiful eyes. If it wasn't for the safety of her precious child, she would have already thrown a punch, shattering his jaw.
"So you've been spreading the word that I'm dead?"
The man began to speak slowly, his slightly magnetic voice somewhat deep. It echoed through the quiet room, inexplicably pleasant to the ear — so captivating it could make one's ears pregnant.