Chapter 4: The Illegitimate Child
By the time Yin Chengjue was released from prison due to insufficient evidence, what awaited him was a crumbling Yin Group and… his mother’s death.
Now, Yin Chengjue understood everything. This meticulously planned series of events, each step interlocking with the next, was undoubtedly premeditated. And the ones who benefited from it were either the perpetrators or their accomplices.
Filled with hatred, Yin Chengjue set out to settle the score with Feng Chengda and his so-called "family." But midway, he discovered that his car had been tampered with—the brakes had failed.
As the car sped uncontrollably, Yin Chengjue’s expression became eerily calm, though the fury and madness in his eyes seemed almost tangible. He couldn’t help but think that even if he died, even if he became a vengeful ghost, he would never let those people go. He would drag every last one of them to hell!
"Sweetheart~ Mommy’s here~ Did you wait long?" The door to the private room swung open, and a woman in a light blue floral dress, carrying a brown shoulder bag and wearing pristine white high heels, clicked her way inside before giving Yin Chengjue a big hug.
The familiar, warm embrace instantly struck a chord in Yin Chengjue’s heart, and tears uncontrollably streamed down his face, landing on Yin He’s shoulder.
Yin He froze, her expression turning worried. "What’s wrong? Why is my baby crying? Who bullied you?"
She was genuinely baffled. Her son hadn’t cried since he was old enough to understand things—instead, he was usually the one making others cry. So now, seeing this crocodile shed tears, Yin He even felt the urge to pull out her phone and take a picture…
[鳄鱼流泪 (è yú liú lèi): lit. crocodile shedding tears; fig. fake or insincere display of emotion.]
"...Mom, why are you taking out your phone and pointing it at me?" Yin Chengjue quickly regained control, not wanting Yin He to notice his unusual state.
"Ahem, nothing. What did my baby call Mommy here for?"
Even though they had already discussed it over the phone, Yin He instinctively played dumb. She assumed her son had just been venting earlier—after all, Feng Chengda had always been strict with Yin Chengjue. Kids rebel, it wasn’t that strange.
Yin Chengjue paused, then turned his gaze to a large envelope lying on the table.
"Mom, what I want to talk about today is inside this. Before you look, you need to mentally prepare yourself. Remember, you still have me."
Don’t throw away your life for a scumbag and leave me behind.
It’s not worth it.
Seeing her son’s grave expression, Yin He gradually lost her smile.
"What is it? Why so serious? My baby’s been acting more and more impressive lately—truly my son." Yin He sat down across from Yin Chengjue, picked up the envelope, and slowly untied the string around it.
As soon as she held the envelope, she could tell it contained something like photos. So when she opened it, she simply turned it upside down, letting the stack of pictures spill out.
Rustle—
Yin He picked up one of the photos and froze the moment she saw it.
It was a picture of Feng Chengda out shopping with his mistress and their illegitimate child.
Whether it was the private investigator’s excellent timing or simply how they behaved the entire time, the three people in the photo were all wearing bright, happy smiles.
The photo Yin He was holding showed them inside a brand-name clothing store. The mistress was holding up a silver suit jacket against Feng Chengda’s shoulders, while the teenage boy next to her wore a matching silver suit.
Matching outfits—how ironic.
Yin Chengjue couldn’t help but recall how, when he was little, he had once begged Feng Chengda to wear matching clothes with him for a trip to the amusement park. But what had Feng Chengda said?
Either he scolded him for not finishing his homework or berated him for being lazy and only wanting to have fun.
From childhood to adulthood, whatever Yin Chengjue wanted, Feng Chengda would always oppose it first. If this was Feng Chengda’s way of parenting, then what was the scene in these photos?
As Yin He flipped through the pictures, her face grew paler and paler. Finally, when she saw a photo of Feng Chengda kissing the woman in a Western restaurant, she tore it to shreds with her hands!
"These… these… they must be photoshopped, right? Someone must be trying to—" Yin He forced a smile, instinctively denying the authenticity of the photos.
"I have videos too," Yin Chengjue coldly shattered her delusion. "That boy is already sixteen. Honestly, we don’t even need a DNA test. Just look at his face—it’s like Feng Chengda carved him from his own mold."
[一个模子刻出来的 (yī gè mú zi kè chū lái de): lit. carved from the same mold; fig. looking exactly alike, usually between parent and child.]
Yin He pressed her hands to her temples. "Jue’er, stop. I don’t want to hear this right now… I—"
"Mom." Yin Chengjue grabbed her hands, his dark eyes staring deeply into hers. "He betrayed you a long time ago. I refuse to believe you didn’t feel it. You just didn’t want to accept it, didn’t want to face it. But Mom, is it really worth hanging yourself over a piece of trash?"
Yin He’s mind was in chaos. She knew Yin Chengjue was right—of course she had noticed Feng Chengda’s indifference toward her over the years, even his… outright neglect.
But she didn’t want to admit it! Because admitting Feng Chengda’s coldness would mean admitting that her past choices were wrong—that defying her parents back then had been a mistake.
Yin He was a proud woman. She firmly believed in every decision she had ever made. But now… her conviction, in the face of Feng Chengda’s betrayal, felt like countless slaps striking her across the face!
Throw him to the dogs!!
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