Chapter 539: The Illegitimate Child

Jian Yixin shouted at the servants: "Quick, hold her back, call the police!"

The servants had been standing frozen at the doorway, unsure whether they should get involved in a matter between mother and daughter, but now the mistress had given the order.

Several people came over together to restrain Lady Jian.

Jian Yixin looked as if she had seen a ghost; she tightly shielded the child and fled into the room, slamming the door shut with a "bang."

Her mother's behavior just now had terrified her!

Lady Jian was also hurt by the way her daughter was shielding the "bastard" and acting defensively toward her own mother.

She felt both heartbroken and sad.

Heartbroken that her daughter was being kept in the dark by her son-in-law and played for a fool.

Sad that she, a mother whose heart and eyes were filled with concern for her daughter, was being treated like a lunatic by the daughter she was trying to help, all for the sake of a "scumbag"!

Her daughter refused to see her, but she could no longer care about that.

Lady Jian shouted directly: "Jian Yixin, my silly daughter, that bastard was born to Sheng Zerong and another woman; you are foolishly raising someone else's child."

The air suddenly went quiet, so quiet that one could hear a needle drop on the floor.

This news was too explosive, so explosive that everyone was shocked.

Jian Yixin's first reaction was—impossible!

Others might not know Moli's background, but she did.

Moli was born to Shi Yuke, and the child's father... was unknown!

But it absolutely could not be Sheng Zerong; she knew her husband's feelings for her, and besides, Shi Yuke and Sheng Zerong had no connection at all; this was completely impossible!

She opened the door and walked out, told the servants to let go of her mother, and said coldly to her: "I know you love me, but please do not interfere in my life again and again in the name of love."

She could tolerate other things.

But not when it came to the child.

When she first adopted Moli, her mother had always been pointing fingers and interfering, and the result was that Shi Yucheng had almost taken the child back.

Now she was meddling again, and even using such a clumsy excuse!

"See for yourself."

Lady Jian took a piece of paper out of her bag and had a servant pass it over.

Jian Yixin took it and glanced at it nonchalantly—but then her eyes suddenly widened, and the child in her arms almost fell.

This was not an ordinary piece of paper; it was a paternity test report.

It was testing the blood relationship between Sheng Zerong and Moli, and it showed that there was a blood relationship!

How could this be?

"Waa—"

Moli, who had finally stopped crying with great difficulty, burst into loud sobs once again.

But this time she did not hold the child to comfort her; instead, she handed Moli to a servant nearby, took the paper, and went to her mother: "Where did you get this?"

Lady Jian had calmed down by this time, or at least she was calmer than her daughter.

She said to her daughter: "Let's go to your room to talk."

The mother and daughter went to the room and closed the door; Lady Jian looked quite smug: "When you came home on the second day of the Lunar New Year, I noticed that the brat looked like Sheng Zerong. I kept an eye on it at the time, plucked a few hairs from both of their heads, and sent them for testing. Sure enough, there is a blood relationship."

"You silly child, you treat others with all your heart, but they have a bastard child out there. It's a good thing Mom found out early. If you had waited until you had painstakingly raised that bastard, and their real mother came looking for them, they would be a family of three, and you would be nothing..."

Lady Jian rambled on and on, unable to stop.

Jian Yixin didn't hear a word of it; her mind was filled with only one thought: "Impossible."

"My poor daughter, what will you do for the rest of your life? Now that Mom is here, I can protect you, but if Mom isn't here in the future, you'll have to take care of yourself..."

As she spoke, sorrow welled up in her heart, and tears fell down in streams.

"Mom, why are you crying?" Jian Yixin hurriedly pulled out a tissue to wipe her mother's tears.

Lady Jian hugged her daughter, her face streaming with tears: "I'm afraid that after I'm gone, no one will love you the way I do."

Her mother's words instantly struck a chord, and the mother and daughter wept together.

According to Lady Jian's wishes, they should call Sheng Zerong back immediately and ask him clearly, face to face.

If her daughter wanted a divorce, she would support it; if she didn't want a divorce, she would also support it, but the child had to be sent away; this child absolutely could not stay!

Jian Yixin refused.

She asked her mother to go back first and give her a few days to think it over properly.

After her mother left the house, she called her husband: "Where are you?"

"Wife, I'm in a meeting!" Sheng Zerong lowered his voice.

Jian Yixin: "Come back now, I have something very important to ask you."

"Okay."

Today's meeting was actually very important and required his presence.

But in Sheng Zerong's heart, no matter how important things were, they could never be more important than his wife.

Moreover, her tone was off, especially serious, and if she could call something "very important," it must be truly significant, incredibly important.

He returned home immediately.

The company was not far from home, only about ten minutes away, but Jian Yixin felt as if a century had passed.

"You're finally back," she said faintly.

Seeing his wife's expression was off, he was very nervous: "Wife, what happened? Don't worry, no matter what happens, your husband is here. Even if the sky falls, your husband will hold it up for you!"

He habitually wanted to pull his wife into his arms, but was pushed away coldly!

Jian Yixin looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze, making him feel panicked: "What on earth happened? Tell me, won't you? Wife, why are you looking at me like that?"

"Whose child is Moli?" Jian Yixin stared into his eyes and said, word by word.

Sheng Zerong did not understand why: "Our child, Yixin, are you testing me? Rest assured, no matter when, Moli is our child; no matter who asks, I will always answer this way."

This matter could not be blamed on him.

Because for the past few months, his wife had repeatedly said to him many times—"Husband, listen to me, Moli was born by me; she is the crystallization of the love between you and me."

In order to experience the feeling of being a real mother, she even bought a postpartum belly wrap to wear, saying that all new mothers are like this.

He was just going along with what she said now, but this time his wife did not throw herself into his arms as usual and coquettishly say, "Husband is so good!"

Instead, her gaze was even colder and more despairing.

"Wife, what is wrong with you?"

Sheng Zerong reached out to touch Jian Yixin's forehead; she did not have a fever.

Not only was she not feverish, but her forehead was ice-cold, and so were her hands!

Jian Yixin did not answer, still staring straight at him.

She was giving him a chance, waiting for him to "confess."

Moli and her husband were indeed very similar.

There was no need to confirm this now; she had discovered it long ago.

However, in the past, not only did she have no suspicion whatsoever, but she was also smug about it.

She felt that Moli and her husband looking alike was fate, a coincidence.

This was even better; when the child grew up and the family of three went out, no one would suspect that the child was not biologically theirs!

It was not until today, when her mother produced the paternity test report, that Jian Yixin realized she had been very foolish and naive.

Sheng Zerong did not know what his wife was thinking; seeing her staring at him incessantly, he said, "Wife, say something, don't stare at me like that, I'm panicking... let's go to the hospital, let's go right now."

He went to pull his wife's hand, but his hand was slapped away by her: "Don't touch me, you're dirty!"

Sheng Zerong:...

He thought to himself that he wasn't dirty.

He even reflexively spread his palms to look; they were indeed not dirty, as he had washed his hands before the meeting.

However—he hadn't washed them after arriving home!

"I'll go wash my hands."

He did not want to provoke his wife before the matter was cleared up; since she said he was dirty, then he would just wash his hands.

The first thing he did every day when he got home was wash his hands; this was a rule set by Jian Yixin.

It was just that he had returned too hurriedly just now, so he had forgotten.