A ding, the message alert sound interrupted Shen Qingqing's thoughts.
She looked down. It was from Shen Jinxi, that brat. He'd sent a message using the miniature phone watch he'd developed himself.
"Mommy, Xixi has safely settled into the scumbag dad's house. Rest assured, over and out!"
Shen Qingqing gritted her teeth, furious.
"If you don't come back within three days, don't blame me for fetching you myself!"
Little Xixi on the other side of the screen trembled slightly and quickly typed out a fawning message:
"Mommy, let's talk properly! I just helped you teach that bad woman Shen Yaoyao a lesson! She's definitely going to love Xixi's stink potion!"
"With that trade-off, can Xixi avoid a beating?"
Shen Qingqing pictured Shen Yaoyao in a foul-smelling state, and her anger subsided considerably.
"Mommy, can we discuss something? You hurry and find my brother, and Xixi will stay here to stall for time."
"Agree, press 1. Disagree, press your eyeballs~"
Although this brat was annoying, he wasn't wrong. With his monstrous intelligence, he'd probably already guessed that the powerful Master Fu was indeed his father.
Since that was the case, she would leave the little guy in surgery by his side for now. Xixi was full of tricks, and she could pick him up later.
Thinking this, Shen Qingqing snorted coldly and typed "1" before sending.
Shen Jinxi on the other end let out a long sigh of relief and patted his very elastic little bottom.
Phew, his bottom was safe!
A ding, and another message arrived from Mommy.
"Behave yourself at the Fu family's. Wait for me to sort everything out before I come to pick you up."
Shen Jinxi smirked wickedly.
"Received!"
Putting down her phone, Shen Qingqing finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Knowing that Xixi was safe, she felt at ease.
"CEO Shen, the paternity test is out! This child is indeed related to you!"
Ke Lin, beaming, rushed to Shen Qingqing with the freshly printed lab report.
As Shen Qingqing took the report, her hands trembled slightly. Her eyes fell on the prominent words on the paper:
Paternity Probability: 99%!
Her nose stung, and her hands trembled even more violently.
This was truly her child!
Shen Qingqing could not wait another moment and hurried to the sterile ward.
The moment she saw the little one on the hospital bed, swaddled like a zongzi, the ache in her heart intensified.
"Mommy... Chenchen is in so much pain..."
The little guy curled up, his trembling child-like voice tugging at her heart.
Chenchen? He was Fu Jingshu's lost son?!
Shen Qingqing was stunned.
Does that mean her child was stolen by Shen Yaoyao that year and raised by Fu Jingshu?!
In an instant, Shen Qingqing felt rage surge to the top of her head.
Ke Lin beside her looked grim. "CEO Shen, when Doctor Chu was operating on this child just now, as soon as the door closed, the little one started trembling and had difficulty breathing. Preliminary diagnosis suggests symptoms of claustrophobia, usually caused by childhood trauma..."
Claustrophobia!
Shen Qingqing's heart ached even more.
She could only imagine the terrible torment her Chenchen had endured...
Why were her children always so unlucky?
Shen Yaoyao had stolen her child, abused and tormented him, and even tried to push him down the stairs to kill him. Why wasn't Shen Yaoyao, that lunatic, the one pushed down the stairs?!
Suppressing the surging hatred in her heart, Shen Qingqing's eyes turned frosty. "No matter what it takes, I must get close to Fu Jingshu!"
Ke Lin was startled and a bit confused. "CEO Shen, you mean...?"
"How can I let them get away with such cruelty to my child and putting Xixi in danger?" Shen Qingqing gave a bloodthirsty smile, her almond-shaped eyes flashing with immense rage.
"Yes!"
The bathroom door slowly opened, and Shen Yaoyao emerged, wearing a seductive nightgown. Her delicate face was dewy, her lips rosy, and her cleavage tantalizingly visible, a sight that immediately ignited fantasies.
She picked up the perfume on the table and curled her lips.
This was the rosemary perfume her mother had specially procured from abroad. It had some rather indescribable effects.
With this perfume, she wasn't afraid of not being able to win over Fu Jingshu!
She pressed the spray nozzle, and a fine mist settled on her body. Shen Yaoyao smiled even more triumphantly.
After admiring herself in the mirror, she swayed her hips towards the study.
Pushing open the study door, Shen Yaoyao entered with a cup of hot milk.
"Jingshu~" Shen Yaoyao's eyes were hazy. She deliberately leaned over, revealing her voluptuous curves, and placed the milk on the table. "Why aren't you resting so late?"
Fu Jingshu remained expressionless, but deliberately shifted his arm to the side. "I'll sleep when I'm done."
Shen Yaoyao frowned in dissatisfaction but persisted. She deliberately unfastened her nightgown's belt, letting the sheer fabric slip down loosely, revealing her smooth, rounded shoulders.
"Jingshu, don't you think it's a bit hot in the study?"
As she unbuttoned her robe, an indescribable scent wafted into Fu Jingshu's nostrils. His severe潔癖 (cleanliness obsession) immediately changed his expression.
"If you're hot, you can leave."
Fu Jingshu still didn't say it directly, but he put down the voice recorder in his hand and looked at her with an ambiguous gaze.
Seeing Fu Jingshu looking at her like that, Shen Yaoyao thought the perfume was working and said happily, "Jingshu, are you hot? Should you take off your robe?"
As she spoke, she reached out to touch Fu Jingshu.
But Fu Jingshu recoiled as if he had seen something dirty, his expression extremely disgusted. He quickly stood up and moved away from her. "Miss Shen, what is that smell on you?"
His潔癖 was so severe that it was already difficult for him to tolerate her for so long! Yet she shamelessly drew closer.
This smell was no less potent than a rotten dead rat in a sewer!
Hearing Fu Jingshu's words, Shen Yaoyao also froze. As she struggled to believe it, a foul stench assaulted her nostrils!
It was so overpowering that she almost gagged in front of Fu Jingshu!
Shen Yaoyao stumbled back two steps in panic, her voice tinged with tears. "How could this happen??"
Fu Jingshu frowned, displeased. "Miss Shen, if you still wish to marry into the Fu family, you should take better care of your personal hygiene. It would not only disgrace your Shen family but also bring shame upon my Fu family!"
As he spoke, Fu Jingshu did not forget to cover his nose, his disgust evident.
These words left Shen Yaoyao utterly humiliated. With tear-filled eyes, she fled in disgrace.
Everything was ruined! It was all ruined!
Her only chance to get close to Fu Jingshu tonight had been thoroughly dashed.
Crying, she ran back to her room and slammed the door shut.
The door to the children's room had, at some point, been slightly ajar. A pair of large, bright eyes blinked, watching Shen Yaoyao's pathetic retreat into her room. The "culprit" grinned, chuckling gleefully.