Chapter 567: Chapter 567
Wanhe Qianfeng Garden.
He Jingyao had just finished taking a shower and stepped out of the bathroom, freshly dressed in his pajamas when there was a knock at the door.
He walked over to open it, and Li Bo handed him a file, “Young master, all the information about Duke Leslie is here.”
He Jingyao took the file, glanced through it briefly, and smiled faintly, “Gu Bingjun?”
“Yes, that’s him. Twenty-some years ago, the name Gu Bingjun was well-known in Yangdong City. He came from a military and political family but then, for some unknown reason, he broke with his family and went off to the Land Warfare Department, only to die in the civil war in S country… That’s what the official records say. As for Duke Leslie, no one knew where he came from, but in S country, he was a legend. In fact, his title as the wealthiest man has only spread in the last two years, and the duke was only officially recognized three years ago. Before that, he kept a low profile—accumulated a great deal of wealth, yet no one was aware.”
“Two or three years ago…” He Jingyao chuckled softly, “It seems it was for his daughter, wasn’t it?”
“Correct. It has only been in the last year or two that rumors of his having a daughter have come out. After all, he had always been single before then. Suddenly a daughter appears, and S country had quite the buzz,” Li Bo nodded, “Officially, his daughter only has an English name, and beyond that, no other information can be found.”
He Jingyao pondered for a long while, then nodded, “Alright, you can go rest now.”
But Li Bo didn’t leave, “Young master, this daughter of Duke Leslie… is she really the Young Mistress?”
He Jingyao’s Adam’s apple moved slightly before he spoke, “When Cheng Youlin and his wife announced Zhixi was their daughter, they also released Zhixi’s basic information. Gu Bingjun should have realized he was Zhixi’s real father the moment he saw her birthday. Whether or not he had anything to do with that explosion, Zhixi being rescued was definitely his doing. After that, the revelation of his identity, his reputation as the wealthiest man, his title as a duke… it was all for Zhixi.”
“The title of the wealthiest man, the title of duke, what do these have to do with the Young Mistress?” Li Bo was still confused.
The man curved his lips into a cold, mocking smile, “Haven’t you heard? He’s looking for a son-in-law. If he didn’t make a name for himself, how would he attract young talents to his door?”
Li Bo looked as if he had been struck by lightning, “But… but the Young Mistress is clearly already…”
“The identity of Su Zixi is already dead, and Jennifer Leslie has nothing to do with me,” said He Jingyao in a low voice.
“Young Master, you mustn’t…” Li Bo’s expression was one of alarmed fear, “Even if Duke Leslie is S country’s richest man, the He Family holds a similar position. You mustn’t…”
He Jingyao glanced at him dispassionately, “Are you worried I might become a son-in-law?”
Li Bo struggled to speak, “The old master is still looking forward to you giving him grandchildren…”
He Jingyao smiled noncommittally and returned the file to Li Bo, “I am well aware.”
Saying this, he turned around, closed the door, and went back to the bedroom.
The double bed suddenly seemed quite bleak. No, it wasn’t just the bed; the entire room felt overly desolate.
He Jingyao walked over to the window and drew back the curtains. The city, covered in heavy snow, was silent as if in a world without sound.
He remembered her small, delicate figure in the snowy night, her nearly translucent face, and her violently trembling eyelashes.
Unexpectedly, a long-forgotten heat surged from within his lower abdomen.