Chapter 199: Chapter 199

Wei Ronghua couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She repeatedly confirmed that line of text, shaking like a leaf, and nervously flipped back to the conclusion of the examination, confirming it once more.

The fact proved that she neither saw wrong nor understood wrong.

Fu Jichen wasn’t her biological son.

Wei Ronghua clutched the corner of the identification report and suddenly burst into laughter. Her sharp laughter echoed in the room, sounding eerie. As she laughed, tears rolled from her eyes.

Fu Jichen was actually not her biological son!

Then whose child was he? Where did the child she gave birth to go? If Fu Jichen wasn’t, then what about Fu Yuling?

She still remembered Meng Lin’s words: Among the two fetuses you were carrying, the girl was slightly larger than the boy and obviously absorbed nutrients better. A heart condition seemed even less likely, as echocardiograms could detect that...

Wei Ronghua was almost certain that Fu Yuling wasn’t her child either.

Compared to this daughter, she was more concerned about the son she had spent most of her life nurturing, which was why she first did a paternity test with him.

She had exhausted her life’s efforts, all for someone else’s child!

Wei Ronghua laughed and cried, grabbing a teacup from the table and hurling it to the ground. The ceramic shattered, but she felt it wasn’t enough to alleviate her anger, and everything within sight was thrown to the floor.

The sound of shattering items occurred one after another.

She had tried hard to maintain the room as it was when Fu Zhengjun was alive, confining herself in it because, in her heart, he had never left. But now, in an instant, it had turned into a mess.

The maid came up with freshly brewed Chinese medicine, and hearing the sounds of smashing from the room, she was too frightened to breathe, neither daring to move forward nor to knock on the door.

After a while, the heart-pounding noise had yet to stop.

The maid quickly took the Chinese medicine downstairs, placed it in the living room, and went to knock on Fu Yuling’s room door.

Fu Yuling was still sleeping in bed. Awakened by the commotion, she got up grumpily, her hair disheveled, and came to open the door, her eyes still not open, shouting, "What is it? Can’t a person sleep?!"

The maid couldn’t worry about that and gripped her hand nervously, saying, "The madam is in her room, smashing things, and it sounds terrifying."

The maid was afraid that Wei Ronghua might do something foolish. She had been bedridden and depressed for the past few days, suddenly perked up recently, and now was having an attack again. It was really hard to think positively.

"My mom? Smashing things?" Fu Yuling was a bit more awake and incredulously asked, "Did you hear wrong?"

"How could I?" The maid said anxiously, "Miss, you’d better go take a look. I’m afraid she might..."

Fu Yuling didn’t have time to tidy herself up, hurriedly followed the maid to Wei Ronghua’s bedroom door. Sure enough, the sounds of smashing came from within, the shattering of porcelain, glass, and mirrors was ear-piercing.

"Mom, what are you doing?" Fu Yuling was also a little panicked, turned the doorknob to find it locked from the inside, rendering her unable to open it. She knocked on the door, shouting inside, "Mom, open the door! Tell me what’s going on! Don’t hurt yourself!"

The noises inside the room didn’t stop, and Fu Yuling became anxious, turning to the maid beside her and saying, "What are you standing there for?! Go get the spare key!"

The maid snapped out of it, finally remembering there was a spare key at home, and hurried downstairs to find it.

After a while, the maid returned with the key. Fu Yuling took it, unlocked the door, and the chaos inside unfolded before her eyes.

The entire shelf was toppled to the ground, and all the items on it were destroyed, with neatly arranged books on the bookshelves scattered everywhere. The dresser, TV, floor lamp, and so on were all smashed.

There was almost no place to step in the large room.

Wei Ronghua, whose body hadn’t fully recovered, after all this, was exhausted, collapsed on the ground. The light makeup meticulously applied before leaving the house was blurred by sweat and tears, with disheveled hair obscuring her face.

From a distance, she looked like a mentally unstable lunatic.

Fu Yuling’s temples throbbed as she stood frozen at the doorway, taking a few seconds to calm herself slightly, then stepping in, carefully avoiding the messy obstacles on the floor, to reach Wei Ronghua’s side.

She squatted down, cautiously touching her mother’s arm: "Mom, what’s wrong?"

Wei Ronghua slowly raised her eyes, seeing her face through the disheveled hair, and suddenly, as if provoked, she roughly pushed her away: "Get away! Get away from me!"

She had no idea whose child this was!

Fu Yuling was caught off guard and pushed to the ground, her palm pressed onto the shattered porcelain pieces, immediately causing blood to pour out, dripping onto her nightgown and the floor.

She had been pampered and protected since childhood and had never suffered such an ordeal. Tears sprang to her eyes from the pain, and she cried out while holding her right hand with her left hand: "Aunt Su! Aunt Su! Are you dead? Why aren’t you coming over?"

The maid was also startled by the sudden turn of events. She came to her senses, rushed over, and helped Fu Yuling get up.

Fu Yuling could no longer care about Wei Ronghua. She cried while saying, "Hurry and call a doctor!"

The maid was extremely anxious, "Miss, perhaps we should go directly to the hospital..."

"I don’t want to go to the hospital!"

During the ten-plus years Fu Yuling spent abroad, she spent most of her time in the hospital. She loathed that place and envied others who had a healthy body and could do whatever they wanted.

Fu Yuling’s entire hand was stained red with blood, a rather shocking sight. The maid hurriedly picked up the landline to call the family doctor, explaining Fu Yuling’s injury and urging the doctor to come quickly.

Mr. Fu was unaware of everything happening at home. He had gotten up very early in the morning, had his breakfast, took his medicine, and went back to his room for a nap.

Wei Ronghua struggled to get up from the mess on the floor, holding a paternity test report, and came to knock on his door.

The old man slowly woke up from a deep slumber.

The knocking grew heavier with each sound, as if pounding directly on his eardrum, making him feel uncomfortable in his heart.

The butler came in from outside and, upon hearing the banging from the old man’s bedroom, hurried over, finding the lady at the door with a few sheets of paper in her hand.

The butler paused briefly, thought for a moment, and then stepped forward to softly remind her, "Mr. Fu has taken his medicine and gone to sleep. It would be better to wait a while if you want to see him, ma’am."

Wei Ronghua acted as if she hadn’t heard, continuing to pound on the door every few seconds and shouted, "Dad, I have something to ask you."

The butler saw the grief and fierceness in the lady’s eyes, her face filled with anger, seemingly deranged, matching the storm outdoors, and felt a bit nervous: "Ma’am..."

Before he could utter any advice, the door before him opened.

The old man was dressed in a black silk robe and pants, his face sullen, waving the butler away. He looked at Wei Ronghua, his voice deep and tinged with anger: "What is going on to make you shout ."

Wei Ronghua’s eyes were slightly red. What happened back then, only the elderly man before her might know.

She was filled with questions, yet what she blurted out was the least relevant one: "Where is my child?"

The old man stood with his hands behind his back, unable to comprehend her words, "You must be confused, what child?"

"You know!" Wei Ronghua’s tears burst forth, her eyes feeling like they were being stabbed with needles, waves of pain that couldn’t match the ache in her heart at this moment, "Dad, how much longer do you intend to keep this from me? Fu Jichen is not my child, and neither is Fu Yuling, am I right? Where have you hidden my child?! My two children, healthy and free from illness, where are they?"

After Wei Ronghua’s outburst, silence enveloped the surroundings.

This silence stretched on for a long time.

Mr. Fu stood rigidly for a long while, his hands behind him clenching tightly, unable to stop trembling, the shock and panic in his eyes impossible to conceal. For more chapters visit Novᴇl_Fire(.)net

He hadn’t expected the secret he buried for thirty years to be uncovered one day.

That day, when the fourth son mentioned at the dining table that Fu Jichen’s parentage had been exploited, he had this concern. But despite all his precautions, he never expected his daughter-in-law to be the first to discover it.

Wei Ronghua is not one to let things go easily; some matters are destined not to be kept hidden.

Not wanting more people to find out, Mr. Fu turned away, proceeding to walk into the room, his back becoming more hunched at some point. After a few steps, his hand pressed against the edge of a small wooden table, seemingly unable to support himself.

Wei Ronghua followed him inside. The door closed, and she tossed the crumpled paternity test report onto the table, the verification result page flipped to the top, making it undeniable for the old man.

"The son I’ve loved for thirty years, for whom I have given everything, even bestowing Zheng Jun’s shares on him, now you tell me, he’s not my child." Wei Ronghua disregarded the hierarchy and sternly questioned the old man, "Dad, just how much do you hate me, to let me be in the dark like a fool for thirty years!"

She had always asked herself if she had done anything wrong to the Fu Family since marrying into this family. On the contrary, she managed all big and small matters meticulously; why did he treat her this way?