Chapter 419: The Aunt Is the Real Mother

Wang Yinghao poured a cup of tea and placed it in front of him: "Try it, how is it?"

The tea soup was emerald green and clear; one could smell the fragrance of the tea without even leaning over.

He picked up the cup and took a light sip; it was still the original taste, fragrant and lingering, with a long aftertaste!

"Very good, your craftsmanship is still as good as ever," he praised sincerely.

How long had it been since he drank such good tea?

Sheng Jiang could not remember.

He drank tea at home, of course, but there were too many brands.

Wang Yingzhi was always buying some messy, inexplicable tea leaves for the house.

When Pu'er was being heavily hyped, she would buy Pu'er.

And it wasn't just buying a few tea cakes; she bought them by the case, filling an entire room.

As a result, after she finished buying the Pu'er, the price plummeted, and the tea leaves bought at a high price were all stuck in their hands.

What to do when they were stuck in their hands?

So she made Sheng Jiang drink them, and Wang Yingzhi had her reasons—anyway, you have to drink tea, isn't it the same no matter what kind of tea you drink?

There was a huge difference between teas; how could they be the same?

But she didn't understand, and Sheng Jiang was too lazy to explain.

So he drank, until he felt like vomiting.

Before the Pu'er was finished, she started buying small-can tea for the house, saying it was meticulously crafted by masters and that the world's tea trees only produced one kilogram a year...

But the "new tea" she bought already weighed over ten pounds; one wonders how she learned math back in the day.

Later, there were all sorts of other messy tea leaves bought back, none of which he liked, to the point where his head would ache at the sight of tea leaves, and he only wanted to drink plain boiled water.

Until today, right now.

He finally found the feeling and taste of drinking tea again!

"What do you want to tell me? Go ahead," said Wang Yinghao.

Sheng Jiang considered for a moment and said to her: "I want to reveal that secret; it is too unfair to you this way."

Wang Yinghao was shocked and opposed it repeatedly: "No, no, no, you can't do that. That would be too cruel to my sister."

"You think of everything for her, yet she has never once thought of you. Is it really worth it for you to do this?" Sheng Jiang's heart felt as if it were being cut by a knife.

"Stop talking. There is no such thing as worth it or not. Perhaps this is all fate? Fate has arranged it this way; one cannot escape or hide from it."

Two lines of clear tears slid down Wang Yinghao's eyes.

Sheng Jiang's hands trembled slightly: "But this is also unfair to Hanyu. If we don't say it, he will never know who his biological mother is."

"And what if he does? He has a mother, he has an aunt, and he has my love for him; that is enough. The title is not important..." Wang Yinghao had also struggled with this and had also wanted to reveal the secret.

She also wanted Sheng Hanyu to know that she was his biological mother, not his aunt.

But if the truth were revealed, what would happen to her sister?

She knew better than anyone how ruthless Sheng Hanyu's methods were.

For so many years, he had always endured and not taken action against her sister, and the only reason was because she was his mother.

If he found out that she was his real mother and Wang Yingzhi was not, she feared her sister would end up in a miserable state, and no one would be able to protect her.

Kind-hearted Wang Yinghao chose to keep hiding it for the sake of Wang Yingzhi.

She was already satisfied with the status quo; being able to live with her biological son and see him often was enough. What title he used didn't matter; she truly didn't care.

Sheng Jiang and Wang Yinghao had not seen each other for many years, but upon reuniting, there was no sense of estrangement at all. The two always had endless topics to discuss when together, and before they knew it, it was late at night.

Wang Yingzhi was restless at home.

She paced back and forth incessantly, her mind filled with the scene of Sheng Jiang getting into the car that afternoon.

Who was the woman driving?

She hadn't dared to look.

She had been afraid of being discovered at the time, but now she regretted it immensely.

Why hadn't she looked to see who it was?

Not having seen, Wang Yingzhi began to guess wildly, and the more she guessed, the more she felt it was her younger sister, Wang Yinghao. Yes, it must be her.

She had always harbored designs on her husband; after so many years, she still wouldn't let him go?

Wang Yingzhi cursed her sister fiercely; the vicious words hadn't stopped from the afternoon until dark.

Because she couldn't find her husband; Sheng Jiang's phone was turned off. It had been off since he got in the car, and she couldn't get through at all.

He must have done it on purpose, intentionally turning off his phone to go on a secret date!

Wang Yingzhi was itching with hatred, but she had no way to deal with it.

It wasn't that she hadn't thought about going out to look for him, but the problem was she couldn't get out at all.

The servants who stayed at home had gone home for the New Year, but the bodyguards did not take a holiday!

Sheng Hanyu paid them ten times their usual salary as overtime pay just to watch her and keep her from running all over the world.

Late at night.

Her husband still hadn't returned?

She really couldn't wait any longer.

The bodyguards hadn't rested yet; they were guarding the front gate downstairs playing mobile games.

Wang Yingzhi brewed a cup of fragrant coffee, but put several high-potency sleeping pills into it.

Then she took out some snacks and brought them to the bodyguards together: "You young men haven't rested yet? It's not easy not being able to go home during the New Year. Drink a cup of coffee."

"Okay, thank you."

The bodyguard did not suspect that Wang Yingzhi would plot against him in the middle of the night.

He picked up the coffee and gulped down half the cup; before long, his eyelids became too heavy to lift, and he soon fell asleep leaning against the sofa.

"Little brat, you want to fight me?"

Wang Yingzhi was quite pleased with herself. As she searched the bodyguard for keys, she muttered incessantly, "Ginger is still spicier when it's old. I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice, and I've crossed more bridges than you've walked roads. Kid, just accept your fate."

"You had better pray that my husband isn't with that little slut. If I catch the two of them together, you can just wait to have your rice bowl smashed."

She found the car keys on the bodyguard, then drove straight toward Sheng Hanyu Villa.

……

Sheng Hanyu Villa.

Wang Yinghao stood up, "Let's go, I'll drive you back. It's too late; if my sister finds out, she'll likely turn the world upside down."

"Let her find out."

Sheng Jiang said in a muffled voice, "We haven't done anything shameful; there is nothing to be afraid of people knowing."

"On the contrary, it's her. She's been playing tricks and schemes since she was young. If she hadn't used underhanded methods back then, the person who married me would never have been her..."

"Alright, that's all in the past now, there's no point in talking about it." Wang Yinghao handed him his coat and took the car keys, preparing to head out.

"Bang!"

She had just reached the front door when it was suddenly kicked open.

Wang Yingzhi rushed in, wrapped in the cold wind, and the first thing she saw was Sheng Jiang preparing to put on his coat.

"Fine! So you two really are together? Shameless! You seduced my husband; don't you know he's your brother-in-law..." Wang Yingzhi rushed over and began scratching and clawing at her younger sister.

……

"Ring-a-ling—"

In the middle of the night, Sheng Hanyu was woken up by the sound of a ringing phone.

He grabbed the phone from the bedside table; it displayed his aunt's number.

"Who is it?" Shi Youxuan asked from within his embrace.

"It's nothing, go back to sleep. It's my aunt calling."

He had a bad premonition, but so as not to disturb Shi Youxuan's sleep, he took the phone outside to answer it.

"Aunt, what's wrong?"

"Hanyu, it's your mother!" Wang Yingzhi's loud voice came through the phone.

She said furiously, "Where are you? Come back quickly and look at these two shameless old things..."

Sheng Hanyu hung up the phone silently, then tiptoed back into the room to grab his clothes, preparing to go outside to put them on.

"Where are you going so late? What happened?" Shi Youxuan sat up and turned on the light.

"You weren't asleep?"

Sheng Hanyu wanted to tell her, but it was difficult to bring up such a matter.

"You go to sleep, I'm just going out for a bit, I'll be back soon."