Chapter 432

He Yan was in a good mood. He glanced at Qin Han, his eyes curving into a smile: "Rong Chi has one too."

Whoever might be missing out, the little one would never be. This child had been raised by He Yan's own hands, and he fed him every single bite; he was no different from Rong Yang. He Yan lowered his head, and seeing the little milk-bun so happy, He Yan's own mood improved as well.

Qin Han cast a meaningful look at the others and even chuckled. With Rong Yang receiving a share of the soap shop's profits—Rong Yang being He Yan's biological son—it was understandable for He Yan to want to compensate him.

But Rong Chi had one too.

Rong Chi wasn't even his biological son. They had only been raising him for a short time, yet he could already receive a share of the soap shop's profits. Fu Bao was considered the legitimate young lady of the Yan Duke's Mansion, after all.

He He Shizi Apparent's wife and the other sisters-in-law exchanged glances. They were all dying of curiosity about the standing of Qin He and her children in He Yan's heart. They all stared at He Yan, but he was busy talking to the little bun, only looking up when he heard the question.

He Yan looked surprised and asked, "Why are you asking me this?"

Qin He's younger sister was stunned. If she didn't ask He Yan, who was she supposed to ask? He Yan had to agree to give Fu Bao and her brother a share of the shop's profits for them to get any silver! Asking anyone else would be useless, as no one else would give them anything.

He Yan saw that she remained silent, so he turned to the Heir Apparent of the Xue Mansion and asked, "Heir Apparent Xue, are you planning to give your share of the shop's profits to Fu Bao and her brother?"

"This..." The question was thrown back at him, and the Heir Apparent of the Xue Mansion was dumbfounded. "What would children need so much silver for?"

"No, no..." Qin He's younger sister realized there was a misunderstanding and waved her hands frantically. "That's not what I meant, Heir Apparent Xue. He Yan, you gave your share of the soap shop's profits to Rong Yang and Rong Chi, so why not give a little to Fu Bao and her brother? They can't compare to Rong Yang, but if there's a share for Rong Chi, there should be one for Fu Bao and her brother too."

Alright, this time she had finally made herself clear.

This question came from Qin He's younger sister, but it was also Qin He's own intent. She didn't need to instruct her younger sister on how to ask for the shop's profits; they were always together, and they thought much the same way.

Qin He's younger sister had a straightforward personality and never beat around the bush.

Everyone looked toward the few people sitting in the seats of honor. Even the children stopped making noise. Fu Bao stared at He Yan, waiting for him to give her a share of the soap shop's profits. She didn't care if he gave any to her brother, as long as she got hers.

He Yan chuckled lightly, showing a look of surprise, then turned to ask the Heir Apparent of the Xue Mansion beside him, "Heir Apparent Xue, do your children need me to raise them? Has your spiritual foundation been destroyed, or have you been cut off from the path of cultivation? You and Qin He both have shares in the shop, yet your children are coming to me to ask for my share."

The question was thrown at the Heir Apparent of the Xue Mansion, and his face flushed red with embarrassment. He Yan's tone had been gentle and unhurried, but his words were harsh. He was essentially saying, "Are you so incompetent that you need someone else to raise your children?"

He He Shizi Apparent of the Xue Mansion was ashamed and retorted angrily, "My children are naturally for me to raise!"

Qin He's younger sister grew anxious and asked urgently, "Why are you scolding me? In the past, whenever He Yan had good things, he would give them to Fu Bao."

He Yan narrowed his eyes and asked, "So? Am I in the wrong now?"

"But, but..." Qin He's younger sister was so anxious she became incoherent. You used to be so attentive to Qin He and her children! Why is there no share for Fu Bao today?!

"Xue Qing," He Yan called him by name and sneered, "How pathetic, needing others to raise your own children."

He He Shizi Apparent of the Xue Mansion was humiliated and shouted angrily, "Qin Yuan, in what capacity are you asking this? Why should He Yan give his share of the shop's profits to Fu Bao and her brother?"

Qin Yan didn't want to just watch the show anymore; things were getting heated.

He Yan's expression also darkened. He held the little milk-bun Rong Chi in his arms, while Rong Yang leaned against him, quietly watching Qin He's younger sister beg for things for Fu Bao.

He He Shizi Apparent's wife and the others had complex expressions. What was going on? In the past, Fu Bao had received so many good things without ever having to open her mouth to ask He Yan. How had it come to this today?

Qin He's younger sister, Qin Yuan, felt very aggrieved. "Why are you scolding me? In the past, He Yan gave everything good to Fu Bao."

"Oh?" He Yan narrowed his eyes and asked, "So I was wrong before?"

"Fu Bao is considered the legitimate young lady of the Yan Duke's Mansion, after all," Qin Yuan couldn't help but add.

He Yan didn't mind letting everyone know: "I, He Yan, only have legitimate sons; I have no legitimate daughter."

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of everyone in the Hou Fu changed. This meant that Fu Bao was nothing in the Yan Duke's Mansion, even though Qin He had been going around claiming Fu Bao was the legitimate young lady of the Yan Duke's Mansion.

This whole mess—it would have been better if they hadn't brought up the shop's profits at all.

If they hadn't mentioned it, Fu Bao might have been able to keep the empty title of the Yan Duke's Mansion's legitimate young lady. But He Yan was displeased now, and since he favored his own children, there was no place left for Fu Bao and her brother.

"That's right," Qin Lang said. He had been standing at the entrance of the living room, catching a cold draft, but he was in a great mood. He stepped into the living room and walked over to He Yan, picking up Rong Yang. "He Yan only has us, Rong Yang."

Qin He's younger sister and Qin Han stared intently at He Yan, hoping he would refute this.

Unfortunately, Qin Yuan and Qin Han were disappointed.

"And me too," the little milk-bun said in his milky voice.

Qin Lang looked down at the child, and He Yan looked down at the little bun in his arms, smiling. "That's right, you are also my child. I, He Yan, have two legitimate sons; Rong Chi is my second legitimate son."

The little milk-bun was happy, and Qin Lang grinned, casting a look of disdain at Qin Yuan and Qin Han.

What were Fu Bao and her brother compared to them!

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of everyone in the Marquis Manor changed, meaning that Fu Bao was nothing in the Yan Duke's Manor, and Qin He had been clamoring that Fu Bao was the legitimate daughter of the Yan Duke's Manor.

This matter was a mess; it would have been better not to mention the share money from the shop in the first place.

If it hadn't been mentioned, Fu Bao might have been able to have the empty title of legitimate daughter of the Yan Duke's Manor, but Heir Apparent He was unhappy; he was biased toward his own children, so there was no place for Fu Bao and her brother.

Heir Apparent He publicly stated that he had no legitimate daughter, so Fu Bao couldn't even borrow the title.

"Exactly." Qin Lang was no longer standing at the parlor door, having blown a gust of cold wind, but Qin Lang was in a good mood, so he stepped into the parlor and walked to Heir Apparent He's side, picking up Rong Yang: "Heir Apparent He only has our Rong Yang as a child."

Qin He's younger sister and Qin Han stared fixedly at Heir Apparent He, hoping Heir Apparent He would refute it.

Unfortunately, Qin Yuan and Qin Han were disappointed.

"There's also me." The little milk bun said in a milky voice.

Qin Lang looked down at the child, and Heir Apparent He looked down at the little bun in his arms, smiling: "Right, you are also my child. I, He Yan, have two legitimate sons; Rong Chi is the second legitimate son."

The little milk bun was happy, Qin Lang grinned, and he glanced at Qin Yuan and Qin Han with disdain.

Fu Bao and her brother didn't count for anything!