“No need to test,” Di Ying interrupted arrogantly, looking triumphantly at Tong Baichuan. “But I never thought you would actually treasure the daughter born by that bitch Liu Qiusi.”
As she spoke, her murky eyes reflected intertwined love and hate. “Why could you just watch our child miscarry back then and not care at all?”
Tong Baichuan’s face turned pale as he glanced at Tong Baifu in silence.
“Whose seed that was has long been known,” Tong Baifu suddenly stood and roared, his clenched hands trembling with rage. “If you wanted to marry Baichuan so much, why did you still climb into my bed?” he growled.
“Hmph, you were just a substitute,” Di Ying coldly surveyed everyone present. “Don’t you want to know who Xi Huang’s father is?”
Everyone furrowed their brows, sensing that what she was about to say would be shocking, and feelings of unease spread among them.
Seeing their nervous expressions, Di Ying pointed at Tong Baifu with satisfaction. “As you said, Xi Huang is my son, and also your son.”
Ou Xueman noticed Tong Baichuan stiffen, his hand clutching his chest, and she hurried to support him.
“Impossible,” Tong Baifu exclaimed, noticing Tong Baichuan’s distress. “You just said that child was miscarried.”
“It was to test him back then,” Di Ying remarked, glancing at Tong Baichuan.
Di Xi Huang’s eyes burned with coldness and anger as he squeezed out, “No wonder I never had any memories of a father.”
Was the story of my mother being raped by Tong Baichuan fabricated by you? Why did you want to deceive me?” His voice made the air chill, each trace of coldness penetrating to the bone.
Di Ying was shocked and, after a long silence, said, “I just wanted you to destroy everything of his, to make him beg me…”
“Daddy.” Ou Xueman’s startled cry made everyone turn to see Tong Baichuan slowly kneeling, his expression extremely pained.
The surgery room light had been on for nearly four hours, with doctors and nurses entering and exiting with tense expressions. Those waiting in the corridor felt their anxiety mounting.
