Chapter 311: Chapter 311

Qian Rouxuan stood there with a defeated expression, unable to meet John’s gaze. She knew she might be finished; even a desperate struggle was pointless now. Thinking about Luo Yang being captured too, she felt even more regretful—would her aunt harbor unending hatred toward her this time?

In that case, would her mother still take care of John? Although he carried Leng Family blood, at this moment, Leng Mohao didn’t even glance at her. How could she not understand his intent?

Thinking again about poor John, she finally broke into sobs and took the opportunity to give him instructions: "John, listen to Mommy. You have to be good, understand? Mommy... Mommy is sorry for you!"

"Take her away!" Heizi ordered sharply. Qian Rouxuan was dragged away by two men, while John chased after them, crying: "Mommy! Mommy! Uncle, I beg you! My mommy is innocent! Please let her go..."

Heizi felt a pang of pity for the crying child, but breaking the law was breaking the law—this wasn’t the kind of situation where sympathy could grant forgiveness.

If Qian Rouxuan had any compassion in her heart, would Su Meng have suffered so many tragedies? At this point, it was too late to say anything.

Sometimes, making a mistake could happen in just a moment of thoughtlessness. Everyone has to pay for their own errors; it’s only a matter of when.

The saying "justice delayed is not justice denied" rings true here.

After Heizi left with his people, what was supposed to be a joyous birthday banquet ended up becoming an unexpected spectacle. The guests started to leave one by one, offering some consoling words to Mr. Leng Sr. before excusing themselves.

When the hall had mostly emptied, only the Leng Family remained.

After a moment of silence, the Leng Family members began discussing the issue of John’s circumstances.

Qian Rouxuan had been taken away, but the child was still standing by the door, unwilling to leave. Even if he wasn’t a Leng Family child, they couldn’t just abandon him here.

Moreover, the child might carry Leng Family blood. Mrs. Leng was the first to speak, firmly stating that she wouldn’t be responsible for the boy. She hadn’t yet settled her score with Qian Rouxuan—considering her luck in being arrested, Mrs. Leng wouldn’t let her off easily otherwise. Beating her half to death would’ve been lenient!

"The boy looks pitiful! Why don’t we send him to that woman’s family as soon as possible? After all, the child is innocent, isn’t he?"

Zeng Qiuping lowered her eyes to conceal the turmoil in her gaze after speaking. Naturally, she couldn’t voice any other opinions now—what could she say?

Before, John was considered a treasure, but now he was treated like worthless grass. Regardless of Qian Rouxuan’s sins, the fact that John had initially been claimed to be Leng Mochen’s child and now revealed as Leng Mohao’s painted an unimaginable picture of the fallout.

All she hoped for now was to send the child back to Qian Rouxuan’s family discreetly and ensure nothing else came to light.

Leng Mohao’s gaze was dark as he stared at the pathetic, crying figure of John huddled in the corner. While this was undoubtedly his child, he truly felt little attachment over the years.

Seeing John crying now only made him more irritable. Initially, the plan was to use the mother and child to manipulate Leng Mochen. Yet, how had this situation backfired, bringing him so much trouble and danger instead?

He couldn’t figure it out. Wasn’t Qian Rouxuan supposed to be an extraordinarily cunning woman? Didn’t she have Leng Mochen entirely wrapped around her finger?

Why wasn’t it working now? Where had it gone wrong? His gaze grew venomous as it swept over Li Si—could it be because of her?

Then again, perhaps not. This woman had been thoroughly investigated, and there was nothing unusual about her. In Beijing, she merely ran a beauty parlor—how could she possibly possess the influence or resources to guide Leng Mochen?

Mrs. Leng let out a cold snort. "If you want to send him, then you do it! I won’t bother! Anyway, now that everyone knows he has nothing to do with Mochen, I won’t be involved!

It makes me furious just thinking about it! Sister-in-law, don’t you love this child? Just take him home!"

Zeng Qiuping’s eyes burned with rage, her anger surging—did Mrs. Leng already know something? Was this a deliberate jab?

John, like a ball tossed back and forth, remained silent, his thoughts consumed by worries about his mommy and his future.

He didn’t want to go to his grandmother’s family; even when his mommy used to give them money, his grandmother was still harsh toward him. Now that his mommy wasn’t around, his grandmother would undoubtedly treat him even worse.

But the grandmother who had originally been kind to him suddenly seemed cold and unfeeling—her icy stare like a wintry frost. Fear crept into his heart.

Mr. Leng Sr. saw the two daughters-in-law escalating their argument, each sharp-tongued and stubborn despite their age.

Angrily, he struck the red carpet with his cane. "Enough! Stop bickering—your arguments are useless. Old Xu, call Situ immediately and have him send someone over to collect blood samples for testing!"

Even though the result was already known, appearances had to be maintained.

"Yes!" replied the gray-clad middle-aged man who’d stayed by Mr. Leng Sr.’s side before leaving to make the call.

After hearing what Mr. Leng Sr. said, Mrs. Leng and Zeng Qiuping fell silent. Mrs. Leng thought that since the boy wasn’t Mochen’s, a test would clarify the truth sooner, exposing the despicable person behind it—she wouldn’t let them off easily.

Zeng Qiuping trembled internally with fear, worried that too many words might lead to disaster. Perhaps there was still hope, and she wouldn’t surrender until the final moment. Her eyes darted to Leng Mohao, noting that although his expression was sour, there wasn’t panic in his gaze, which reassured her.

Meanwhile, Leng Qianhan and Leng Qiankai found the entire situation absurd, but they had no choice but to comply. Leng Qianhan glared fiercely at Leng Mohao, mentally reserving a reckoning for later.

Li Si watched everything with cold detachment, sensing that Zeng Qiuping might have learned something, though she wasn’t sure how long she’d known.

Fifteen minutes later, the person called Situ arrived—a vibrant-looking old man with graying hair and piercing eyes. Without asking questions, he immediately had his assistant produce blood sampling tools and collected samples from the Leng Family’s male members present.

After finishing, he whispered a few words in Mr. Leng Sr.’s ear before departing with the samples.

Everything that needed doing was done—now it was simply a matter of waiting for the results.

John was ultimately sent back to his grandmother’s house by the family driver. Mr. Leng Sr. had said that with the current uncertainty, everything would be decided after the test results. However, he promised that the child would be accounted for in some way.

Mr. Leng Sr., appearing calm as he left in his car, was in fact trembling with anger behind closed doors. Still, he had to keep up appearances—everyone was watching, and he couldn’t afford to falter.

Reflecting on the evening’s debacle, his chest felt a stabbing pain...

The remaining few individuals also prepared to drive away.

Leng Mochen and Li Si were stopped by Mrs. Leng from behind: "Mochen, Sisi, wait a moment! Please let Mommy say a few words, alright?" Official source is ⓝovelFire.net

Leng Mochen turned back, nodding indifferently. "Go ahead."

Mrs. Leng pushed away Leng Ning’s support, covering her mouth and shedding a few tears before controlling her emotions to speak: "I was wrong! I was so wrong! Sisi, I’m sorry—can you forgive me? At that time... sigh. Don’t worry; I promise I won’t meddle in your affairs again! Will you come home tomorrow?"

She was filled with regret, wishing desperately she could turn back time—but was that possible?

Since the damage had already been done, all she could do was attempt to make amends.

Li Si watched her cry in deep agony but found herself strangely indifferent—perhaps her heart had truly hardened.

"We’re heading back to North City. We’ll talk when we return," Leng Mochen said flatly.

Mrs. Leng nodded enthusiastically: "Alright! Alright!" As long as they didn’t treat her as an enemy anymore, it was enough. She would find a way to make it up to the children.