Chapter 1891: Good Genes, Don't Waste Them

"Yuanyuan, I need to talk to you."

Zihan blocked her path.

"I have nothing to talk about with you. Go away, and don't come harass me in the future." Tian Yuanyuan rolled her eyes, giving him no pleasant look; she was very cold.

Zihan did not care. He said in a low, humble voice, "You may not have anything to talk about, but I do. You know my personality; if you don't talk to me, I will pester you endlessly. So, if you truly hate me, just talk to me."

Tian Yuanyuan:...

This guy was as annoying as ever; the way he spoke made it impossible to refuse.

If she didn't talk to him, did that mean she liked him?

Tian Yuanyuan glared at him fiercely: "Say what you have to say, and be quick about it."

This counted as agreement.

Zihan grinned as he opened the front passenger door and said respectfully, "Please!"

She had no intention of sitting in the front passenger seat, so she pulled open the back door and sat inside, only to realize once she was seated that she had been tricked.

This guy had brought a driver.

Sitting in the back, the two of them were sitting right next to each other!

But it was too late for regrets, and it wouldn't be appropriate to change seats now.

Zihan told the driver to drive to a cafe near University City, a place they often went to when they were in school.

After many years, the cafe was still there, but things had changed and people were no longer the same.

The interior decor had been replaced with a completely different style, and the waiters and the owner were all different; the only thing that hadn't changed was the variety of coffee—it was still those same few types.

Zihan ordered two cappuccinos. When the waiter brought the coffee over, Tian Yuanyuan said, "Sheng Zihan, I didn't come back because of you. We are already a thing of the past; can you just let me go?"

Zihan: "If you really have let go as you say, why did you give birth to my children?"

Yuanyuan: "Borrowed seed!"

Sheng Zihan:...

Tian Yuanyuan didn't care how ugly the expression on his face was; she just continued speaking her mind: "I truly don't love you anymore. After loving you for so many years, I grew tired of it long ago. Just as you said, love has an expiration date, and yours has already passed."

"But there is one thing I cannot deny: your genes are indeed very good, so I borrowed them to use. Surely you aren't so petty as to hold onto this and not let go, right?"

Zihan: "Wrong. If you used my genes, you have to be responsible to me. You must give me an explanation."

Tian Yuanyuan dismissed him with disdain: "Explanation for what? We are all adults. I don't owe you a damn thing. Get lost, and stop bothering me in the future!"

After she finished speaking, she stood up to leave. Zihan wanted to chase after her but was stopped by the waiter: "Sir, you haven't paid the bill yet."

By the time he finished paying the bill and walked out of the cafe, Tian Yuanyuan's figure was already nowhere to be seen.

Of course, the monk might run, but the temple couldn't; he could still go to First High School to intercept Tian Yuanyuan.

But just as this thought began to sprout, a text message arrived on Zihan's phone: Sheng Zihan, if you continue to pester me, I will take the children and disappear again, so you will never see us for the rest of your life. Don't believe me? Try it.

Try it?

He didn't dare.

This woman could truly say it and do it.

Zihan didn't dare to clash head-on with Tian Yuanyuan, but he couldn't give up either. He wanted to take an indirect approach and find a breakthrough through that man.

He sent people to investigate the man's background. Although they found information, it was all superficial; there was nothing deeper.

He decided to go meet that person in person.

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Zihan stood downstairs and glanced at the dilapidated gate, feeling a bit disgusted by the place.

Unlike the dedicated office building of Dingsheng, this office building housed many companies, and the person he was investigating had an office on the nineteenth floor.

He pressed the elevator button for the nineteenth floor. Zihan stepped out of the elevator and arrived in front of an office labeled: Zhishan Education training institution.

This was an institution specifically for training students in English for studying abroad, and the company looked quite quiet.

He pushed the door open and entered. A lady came out to greet him: "Hello, sir. Is there anything I can help you with?"

"I'm looking for your manager."

"He is out. Please wait a moment."

Zihan sat down to wait and chatted with her in the meantime.

"Your institution hasn't been open long, has it?"

"That's right, sir. Although we are a new company, our credentials are very good. You can look us up online. We previously had very extensive experience in running schools in the United States..."

The woman talked on and on; she had mistaken Zihan for a student looking to take the IELTS.

Zihan had no interest in listening to her introduce the school; he only asked about the boss: "Is your boss married?"

The woman:...

"He is not."

"Then does he have a partner he is preparing to marry?"

This time, the woman didn't answer immediately. Instead, she became alert, her face darkened, and she asked Zihan: "Why are you asking these things? What do you do?"

Just at this moment, He Han walked in from outside.

The woman immediately stood up: "Boss, this gentleman is looking for you."

"You're looking for me?"

The man looked at Sheng Zihan with an unfriendly gaze.

"Yes, let's step aside to talk."

The man looked at him again and said, "Follow me."

The two of them went into the inner office. The office was very shabby—a tiny room that had no space other than a desk and three chairs.

The man said with a cold face: "My place is crude and can't compare to your office, Young Master Sheng. If you find it too crude, please feel free to leave."

"It's fine, I don't mind."

Sheng Zihan sat down nonchalantly and said, "Your school isn't being run very well; it has been operating at a loss for half a year since it opened, and it will soon be unable to hold on, right?"

"You investigated me?"

"Yes, this is called knowing yourself and knowing your enemy."

Zihan did not deny it, and even countered, "Didn't you also investigate me?"

If He Han had not investigated him, he would not have started by calling him "Young Master Sheng."

"Hmph!"

He Han let out a huff and stopped speaking.

Zihan did not come over today to chat, much less to build a rapport; he only wanted to achieve his own goal.

"What is your relationship with Tian Yuanyuan?"

"What business is it of yours?"

"Of course it is my business; my son calls you Daddy, this is a mistake that must be corrected."

"Your son?"

He Han sneered: "Some people are truly thick-skinned. I didn't believe it before, but now I do. You haven't contributed anything, yet you have the nerve to shamelessly claim to be the child's father. Where do you get your confidence?"

Zihan's gaze was very cold; he did not want to say another word to this man. He had come to notify him, not to negotiate with him.

"I am warning you to stay away from Yuanyuan and the children, otherwise I will not be polite to you."

"This is ten million, no password, leave them." He tossed out a bank card, looking down from a position of superiority.

Zihan had conducted an investigation before coming; He Han's company was not being run very well and was already spending more than it earned, to the point where it could barely maintain even the most basic operations.

This money was enough for him to make a comeback, but He Han did not even spare it a glance.

"Take your money and go. Don't think money can buy everything. Get out quickly, don't force me to beat you up."

"Beat me up? Come on then."

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