Chapter 115: Chapter 115 The Playboy’s Account
Duan Xiuhao was truly fond of his son Xu Xingchen and was filled with guilt towards him because the child could not be acknowledged publicly, hence he could only take his mother’s surname.
He owed his son and the mother much in this lifetime.
Seeing the elder slowly tearing the envelope, Duan Xiuhao took the opportunity to pull Xu Xingchen over and said, “Dad, this is the young man Xu Xingchen I mentioned before, who I wanted to introduce to you. He’s very outstanding and also the best friend of our Xingye. Right, Xingye?”
Duan Xingye, in a red suit, shifted his gaze away and gave a dry laugh without speaking.
Duan Xiuhao felt a surge of anger. What trick was this son playing now? Couldn’t he even echo his own father’s words?
Duan Xiuhao added, “Dad, you might not know, but it was after listening to Xingchen that Xingye went up Yunwu Mountain with his fourth uncle to seek the Divine Doctor.”
Upon hearing this, the elder raised his eyes to look at Xu Xingchen, who had a smiling face, and casually said, “Good child.”
The old man had lived for so many years, pleasantries came naturally to him.
But he didn’t take it to heart. Xu might be good, but that was just lip service. After all, Feihan and Xingye had personally gone to Yunwu Mountain to invite someone, especially Xingye who was at a crucial juncture in his senior year of high school, where every minute and second were precious.
Duan Xiuhao and Xu Xingchen exchanged glances, both of them feeling elated.
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The elder had already opened the envelope and taken out a document from it. Expecting some kind of congratulatory letter, he carefully read the text, and his expression gradually changed, his grip on the document growing tighter.
“Old Master? Old Master, what’s wrong?” the butler quickly called out.
The guests at the banquet were also curiously and concernedly watching the elder.
The elder wished he could smash the document onto Duan Xiuhao’s head with all his might.
Why had Duan Xiuhao been continuously introducing young men to him? Was it because this was his illegitimate child?
The document in his hand was a DNA test result, examining Xu Xingchen and his eldest grandson, Duan Xingye, proving the two were brothers!
Duan Xiuhao caught a glimpse of the document in the elder’s hand, and his face instantly changed, stammering, “This… where did this come from?”
The Duan Family was under the control of Feihan, and Duan Xiuhao didn’t dare to be too aggressive. He had only wanted to take advantage of the elder’s recovery to give Xu Xingchen some exposure, planning to inform the rest of the family in a few days.
Who would have thought that a DNA test would suddenly appear, especially in front of such a large audience?
The meaning had changed entirely. Would the elder think he was forcing him to acknowledge Xingchen as a member of the Duan Family?
The old master, having lived more than sixty or seventy years, hated being threatened the most!
Damn, who the hell did this?
Duan Xiuhao cursed inwardly, his gaze suddenly falling on Duan Xingye.
It must be this brat. He had specifically asked about the whereabouts of that watch last time…
What sort of sons were these? Not terminating him in the womb was the decision he regretted the most in his life.
The elder handed the document to Feihan, and with a smile on his face from weathering many storms, said, “It’s nothing, just a handwritten letter from an old friend, wishing the old man a speedy recovery.”
After speaking, the elder glared at Duan Xiuhao. After today’s banquet, he would deal with the messy affairs caused by his eldest son!
Bai Chuwei sat leisurely in a dark corner of the room, watching the drama unfold. She flicked her hand on the plump backside of Xue Qiu, who was busily munching on french fries, and said with interest, “Stop eating, it’s time to work.”
To send this male protagonist, Xu Xingchen, a grand gift that would utterly upset him.