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Gu Ming felt like he was juggling two big problems, and with great trepidation, he carefully asked, “Mr. Li, do you have any important arrangements for tomorrow?”
What arrangement could be more important than a scheduled meeting with the mayor?
The handsome man looked down, the radiant light in his eyes dimming, his Adam’s apple bobbing, “Yes, a very important arrangement.”
More important than anything, even more important than himself!
Because it was a parent-child amusement park day trip arranged by Rong Yan.
He conveniently ignored the fact that Rong Yan had never invited him to join throughout the entire event! He automatically assumed he had a place in this parent-child outing with his son!
After all, the son was his, so of course, she was his too!
How could they go out without him accompanying them?!
As night fell, a pitch-black Range Rover was parked quietly by the roadside not far from the Rong Family Villa.
Rong Weiwei glanced at her watch, then lifted her head, looking ahead with a hint of impatience. The streetlights in front were dim, and not a single pedestrian was in sight, indicating how secluded the road was.
Finally, two headlights appeared in the distance, and a car came into view.
A sly gleam flashed across Weiwei’s eyes as her lips curled into a smile; she picked up a bag that was beside her in the car.
Soon, the car pulled up close to her and stopped.
A portly man in his fifties, with much of his hair gone, got out of the car. Upon seeing her, his lecherous eyes immediately darted to her chest. With a grin spreading across his face, he chuckled, “Weiwei, have you been waiting long? That old hag of mine thought I was going out to drink and she absolutely refused to let me leave. It took quite a bit of effort to get rid of her. So, what did you need to see me for? What’s the matter?”
Rong Weiwei, disgusted, ignored his gaze fixed on her chest and passed the bag over, “Mr. Huang, take a look at this.”
“What’s this?” The fat man took the bag from her, seizing the chance to touch the back of her hand.
Weiwei felt the sweaty hand graze hers and nearly retched from disgust, barely containing her anger, she said, “Just take a look and you’ll know!”
Mr. Huang, seeing she wouldn’t explain, sneered dismissively as he pulled out a thick stack of documents and photos from the bag.
He examined one and was surprised to find it was a birth certificate.
Confused, he looked up at the beautiful woman before him, “What’s this? A birth certificate? Whose birth certificate? Why are you showing me this?”
Weiwei smirked, her eyes twinkling with mirth, “Of course, to congratulate Mr. Huang on having another son.”
“What do you mean?” Huang Youde didn’t catch on immediately.
Weiwei reminded him, “Five years ago, didn’t you have a brief fling with Rong Yan? It was that one time, and my sister got pregnant. Afterwards, she ostensibly went abroad to study, but in truth, she secretly gave birth to the child. That child is Mr. Huang’s son.”
Rong Yan… a brief fling… a son…
Everything clicked for Huang Youde, and as he opened his mouth to explain that he hadn’t touched a single finger of Rong Yan that night, waking up the next morning to find that the woman he’d slept with was a prostitute from the hotel. He was clueless as to where Weiwei had gone after she’d arranged to meet him that night. Then his company ran into issues, and he was too busy to remember about the incident. The child definitely wasn’t his!