Chapter 610: Young Master Fu can hear thoughts again! 26

I didn't know about the twists and turns here either; it was shortly after Young Master Fu was born that I was attending to the mistress during her confinement, and then I found out… she… she had swapped the child.

Even after so much time has passed, mentioning this matter still makes Aunt Song feel absurd and frightening.

Her hands, full of old calluses, kept rubbing the apron.

Young Master Fu is actually the child of that young lady and the master; the mistress's own child was sent away by her, and I don't know where it is, but when I heard her on the phone, she said that child had a birthmark on the back of the neck, and she told the person on the phone not to get it wrong.

The more Aunt Song spoke, the more anxious she became; this secret had been hidden in her heart for decades, but if she doesn't speak now, it's truly too late—Young Master Fu will be killed by her!

Jin Chen noticed Aunt Song's agitated emotions, turned and poured her a cup of tea, saying, "Please sit down and speak, there's no rush."

I originally planned to tell this to the old master at the time, but it was too coincidental… Young Master Fu had just turned one month old, and everyone knew he was the future heir, then the old master suddenly suffered a severe cerebral hemorrhage.

Aunt Song now recalls it all in tears: "How pitiful… there wasn't even time for surgery, and she passed away directly."

"Do you think this matter is related to Xu Li?" Jin Chen asked her at the right moment.

"Eh… yes, I think so, but I didn't dare think too deeply about it, and without evidence I couldn't tell the master."

Aunt Song's brows were knotted tightly: "I just heard a phone call; if I were to speak out, the master might think I'm talking nonsense."

"Later on… it was just that the child named Duoduo came to the house."

"He is a child brought by Old Du, saying his relatives had nowhere to stay, and being the same age as Young Master Fu, he became his good friend."

Jin Chen's heart trembled, and he immediately understood Aunt Song's meaning.

"Is Duoduo Xu Li's biological child?"

"I looked, and he has a birthmark on the back of his neck—no mistake."

Aunt Song nodded repeatedly and said, "When Young Master Fu was diagnosed with autism, the mistress cried all day, unable to stop, and I became even more certain… she was crying for her tragically dead child."

【My goodness, what a melodramatic grudge spanning two generations!】

0731 listened, filled with admiration.

"Later on… especially since two years ago, things in the manor have been off."

Aunt Song pointed outside and said, "Many pairs of eyes are watching; I told the master, but he…"

Aunt Song sighed deeply, not knowing what to say: "The master is simple-minded and easily trusts others, yet he doesn't believe a word I say."

Good grief, it turns out Aunt Song is the one who knows everything.

Jin Chen couldn't help but feel reverent.

"Alright, I understand. For Young Master Fu's safety, I will quickly eliminate the hidden dangers in the manor."

He looked at Aunt Song's eyes, almost making it clear.

"For now, you should take a leave of absence and rest."

"Eh, okay."

Aunt Song also felt she should rest; staying in the manor all day, anxious and fearful, is no good.

Fortunately, we have Doctor Jin.

She rubbed her legs, got up and prepared to leave, and before departing she added, "By the way, Mr. Jin, I also mentioned this to the steward before; he should somewhat believe it, so if you have anything, you can go to him."

"Alright."

Jin Chen nodded and watched her leave.

The door was closed, and Jin Chen leaned back on the sofa, pondering, trying to sort out these clues.

Looking at Fu Zhenhua's affection for Xu Li and their interactions, it doesn't seem loveless; moreover, it's been over twenty years, and Xu Li's scheming layout continues even after her biological son's death.

What exactly is supporting her behind the scenes in setting up this scheme, and what role is Fei Yao playing in this scheme?

Perhaps… we could start with that short-bearded mercenary from that night.

Also, when he first came to this world, he placed a Heart Curse on Ren Jia Ming.

Jin Chen slowly drank a sip of water, the light behind his lenses deep and solemn.

——

Picking up the sleeping Young Master Fu to have lunch, and after being sticky for a while, Jin Chen was about to start his daily meditation therapy when Professor Zeng, who had burst into the study, interrupted him.

"Didn't you forget what Mr. Fu said this morning? Since choosing a day is no better than hitting the day, let's try today afternoon for me to treat Young Master Fu."

Professor Zeng wore a white coat, fully dressed, lifted his chin to look at Jin Chen, asking, "You have no objections, right?"

Jin Chen shrugged, extinguished the incense, and said, "Whatever."

"No."

Fu Muci coldly sprang up from the recliner, not even having time to take off his shoes, barefoot pattering into Jin Chen's embrace and shrinking back, glaring warily at Professor Zeng.

"Get lost."

He never liked this hypocritical old man.

Besides, he insists on wearing a white coat, which is annoying to look at.

Jin Chen chuckled, naturally hugging Young Master Fu tighter, tilting his head and exclaiming, "This can't be blamed on me, Professor; my teacher said we must agree to the patient's reasonable requests."

Professor Zeng chuckled, "Does this person not know how to write the four words 'reasonable request'?"

"Do you think this request is reasonable?"

"Reasonable," Jin Chen said, his expression unchanged and his heart unmoved, very calm, "Young Master Fu likes me, so he relies on me—where is it unreasonable?"

"Ah… right, as I heard my teacher say, Professor Zeng has been a bachelor all his life, so not understanding is to be expected; you'll understand later."

"Although you are a professor, after all, one learns until old age."

After saying that, he still had to adjust his glasses and raise his eyebrows in a smile.

Professor Zeng took a deep breath, nearly choking from anger, and slammed his hand hard on the table.

With a bang, the items on the table all shook.

Fu Muci immediately turned his head and glared again, "Those are all Jin Chen's things! What gives him the right to move them around?!"

Whether this period's treatment has been effective or not, after the morning's emotional outburst, Fu Muci's courage has grown considerably.

He glanced left and right, casually grabbed the vase on the windowsill, and instinctively wanted to throw it at Professor Zeng.

Jin Chen's brow twitched, and he quickly grabbed his restless hand.

This thing could smash someone to death!

"Mu Ci, calm down—if he dies we'll still have a lawsuit, what a hassle."

Fu Muci shifted, realizing Jin Chen's grip was too tight to break free; he pressed his lips, gave up, and obediently put the vase back.

"Is it enough that he doesn't die?"

"In theory, yes." Jin Chen's answer was equally explosive.

Professor Zeng, who had already retreated two meters: "……"

What the hell is wrong with these two people!

Fu Muci heard it, not knowing what he was secretly thinking, his glare at Professor Zeng grew dark and inscrutable.

"No need for treatment—get lost."

Don't even think about using him to make money.

Professor Zeng nearly toppled over in anger, but for the sake of that big sum of money he held his temper: "Young master, if you don't want to be seen as a lunatic your whole life, you still need treatment!"

Using this threat on others, Professor Zeng finds it works every time.

After all, who would want to be a lunatic forever? In the end, they just let him dictate the treatment obediently.