Chapter 200: Chapter 200

Mr. Fu sat in the chair, listening to the sound of rain pouring outside the window, mixed with Wei Ronghua’s hysterical voice. For a moment, he hadn’t figured out how to bring up this past incident to her.

Things had come to this, and it was impossible not to give her an explanation.

Mr. Fu sighed and began to speak: "That night, the weather was just like now, windy and rainy. Zheng Jun was not home; he went abroad on a business trip. You were in constant pain; the nanny said it was probably the fetal movement. Just as she finished speaking, you started bleeding. I had the butler drive you to the hospital and contacted the obstetric expert on the way."

With Mr. Fu’s calm tone telling the story, Wei Ronghua calmed down, facing the storm outside the glass window, memories from that past vividly coming to mind.

When the nanny helped her into the car, the bleeding wouldn’t stop. She was very panicked, feeling it was surely heaven’s punishment. She had just done something bad, and retribution came so quickly.

This thought lasted only a few seconds before she fainted from the pain, losing consciousness.

Mr. Fu happened to say at that point, "The car had just left the door when you passed out. On that stormy night, the road was heavily congested. The driver got out of the car and shouted that there was a pregnant woman needing rescue in the car, only then did the jam-packed convoy in front make way."

Hearing about what happened after she fainted, Wei Ronghua’s heart jumped into her throat, even though much time had passed. She had never forgotten the peril of that night.

Mr. Fu looked at her, "When you got to the hospital, everything was ready, and you were pushed into the delivery room. Not long after, the door to the operating room opened. The obstetrician I knew came out to tell me that your two children had already died of asphyxiation. The doctor’s tone was very regretful..."

"Impossible! You’re lying to me!" Wei Ronghua eyed him tearfully, shaking her head to interrupt him. "The doctor said during the checkups that both children were developing well. How could they suffocate?!"

"Whether you believe it or not, I’m telling the truth." Talking about the past again, Mr. Fu couldn’t help but feel regret. "You were suddenly frightened; your body was in a bad state, and time was delayed. Otherwise, if you had held on a little longer, a caesarean could have saved the babies. But unfortunately, things didn’t turn out as wished."

Wei Ronghua could not accept that the twins she bore with such difficulty had died. She staggered backward, her back hitting a wooden cabinet, completely dumbstruck and frightened.

The reason she suddenly panicked that night was because the people she sent to Yicheng to hunt down Xiao Heting sent back a message saying the mission was completed. The woman was killed along with her unborn child, dying on the way to the hospital.

To show proof of work, they sent photos of the woman with thin clothes lying on the ground, her limbs thin and frail, except for her belly, which was high and swollen. Bright red blood oozed from her snow-white skirt, spreading all around.

It was seeing that photo that frightened her into labor, causing extreme pain in her abdomen. It was her first pregnancy; lacking experience, she thought her emotional fluctuation startled the fetus and thought a short rest would make it better. Little did she know the pain worsened, and it wasn’t until she could no longer bear it that she called the nanny.

If it had been a few minutes earlier, perhaps her children could have been saved...

She couldn’t think about it. As soon as she imagined the possibility, Wei Ronghua was filled with regrets.

She clutched the edge of the cabinet tightly to barely maintain her wobbly stance and asked Mr. Fu through sobs, "Since my children weren’t saved, why didn’t you tell me the truth? Instead, you brought two impostor children, making me pour half a lifetime of effort on two kids of unknown origins!"

His already old and weary face seemed to wither in an instant.

"Dad, say something." Wei Ronghua cried with a choked voice, her throat hoarse from crying, "Who exactly are Fu Jichen and Fu Yuling’s parents?!"

Now that Fu Jichen had taken the position as the head of Junshan Group, Mr. Fu, such a shrewd person, if Fu Jichen weren’t a blood relative of the Fu family, how could Mr. Fu trust putting the family’s generations-old business in his hands? Furthermore, Mr. Fu personally picked the Xu family as a marriage partner for him.

Suddenly, a bold speculation jumped into Wei Ronghua’s mind.

She covered her trembling lips, her eyes wide open, tears falling in large drops.

She didn’t even dare voice her guess out loud.

Mr. Fu clearly didn’t know how to begin either.

The room was left only with the sound of wind and rain swaying.

After a long time, Wei Ronghua finally opened her mouth, word by word, uttering a sentence that stabbed into her own heart like a boomerang: "Could it be... could it be that the child in Xiao Heting’s belly didn’t die?"

Now that she dared to speak out, she no longer wished to hide the fact that she harmed Xiao Heting.

Mr. Fu remained silent, yet his current silence seemed more like acquiescence.

Back then, after Fu Zhengjun finished his business in Yicheng and returned to Beicheng, without even concluding his work, the first thing he told him was his desire to marry.

It was good for a man to get married and establish his career, so he didn’t show any opposition. When he asked whose daughter he wanted to marry, he mentioned "Xiao Heting," beaming as he spoke about how exceptional the girl was.

By then, he had already selected a few daughters of wealthy families for Fu Zhengjun, among whom Wei Ronghua was the most suitable. As for Xiao Heting, whom Fu Zhengjun favored, he had someone investigate her. Her family ran a company in Hong Kong, and her parents died in a plane crash, causing the company to decline. She was not a suitable match for marriage.

He expressed his disapproval, but Fu Zhengjun was not discouraged and kept trying to earnestly pursue her.

His stance was firm; he didn’t want his eldest son marrying a girl with little family wealth.

The turning point came during the Wei family elder’s birthday banquet. Fu Zhengjun attended on behalf of the Fu family. He wasn’t one to indulge in drink, but those days he was in a bad mood and, meeting a friend at the banquet, couldn’t help but unload his grievances, accidentally drank too much, and ended up in bed with the Wei family’s daughter.

When Fu Zhengjun woke up, he felt immense regret.

After the Wei family elders found out, they came seeking an explanation for their daughter.

He originally preferred the Wei family’s daughter and thus took the chance to propose the two get married.

Fu Zhengjun found himself in a dilemma, torn between his love for one woman and deep guilt towards Wei Ronghua. He struggled and delayed for a long time, ultimately not wanting to let down the woman he loved and went to the Wei family to apologize with a willow branch, unwilling to marry Wei Ronghua.

The Wei family was infuriated, presenting an attitude as if they would sever all ties with the Fu family, but at this moment, Wei Ronghua was found to be pregnant, carrying twins.

Aborting them would harm both body and reputation, and as they were twins, Wei Ronghua cherished them, refusing to abort. As the father of the two children, Fu Zhengjun had to take responsibility, resolving to break all ties with the woman in Yicheng and marry Wei Ronghua.

Things developed to this point, originally to everyone’s satisfaction.

But not long after the wedding, the people Mr. Fu had sent to Yicheng returned with shocking news: Xiao Heting was also pregnant, more than a month earlier than Wei Ronghua when she went for a prenatal checkup, as seen by someone tracking her secretly.

There seemed to be no mystery about who fathered the child in Xiao Heting’s belly.

That child was of the Fu family lineage. Mr. Fu had traditional old-fashioned values and couldn’t ignore it, so he sent word to the people stationed in Yicheng, telling them not to mind anything else but to take care of Xiao Heting. If, after she gave birth, she didn’t want the child, it would be brought back to the Fu family to raise. If she wanted to keep it, as long as the child was treated well, there was no issue.

But he never imagined that Wei Ronghua would find out about Xiao Heting’s existence.

Just when Xiao Heting was about to give birth, his people were momentarily careless, giving Wei Ronghua’s people a chance. By the time his people arrived, Xiao Heting had only a single breath left.

She gave birth to the child with her last strength, passing away without even getting a glimpse.

That same night, the two children in Wei Ronghua’s belly weren’t saved. In a moment of weak judgment, to let the male infant birthed by Xiao Heting be rightfully accepted into the Fu family and to prevent his background from being criticized in the future, he secretly sent the baby to the hospital in Beicheng, swapping it with Wei Ronghua’s children.

To make the act convincing, the female infant was brought from an orphanage.

Junshan Group had always been involved in charity work, having direct aid relations with various orphanages, so finding a girl infant born around the same time wasn’t difficult.

As fate would have it, there happened to be such a girl infant, abandoned at the orphanage entrance at dawn because of a congenital defect, therefore brought in to pair with Fu Jichen as twins, a dragon and a phoenix.

Congenital heart disease may have been a disaster for a regular family, but for a wealthy family like the Fus, it was nothing extraordinary.

Personnel involved back then were silenced by Mr. Fu, and thirty years had passed. If Wei Ronghua hadn’t come with a paternity test today, this secret would have been buried with him.

This past incident was brief, but telling it seemed to hollow him out entirely. Mr. Fu leaned back against the chair with a heavy sigh, only feeling fate’s cruelty.

It just so happened that the child born from that woman was the most promising among the young generation of the Fu family. His temperament, intellect, and acumen matched everything required for an heir, except one thing, he was like his father - troubled by love.

After hearing everything, Wei Ronghua felt her blood freeze inch by inch; she no longer knew what expression to use facing Mr. Fu. Struggling to hold on, she asked one last question: "Does Zheng Jun know?" ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novel•fire.net