Marshal Chu said coldly, then rose and prepared to wash the sweat off his body.
Madam Chu hurriedly rose as well, looking at her younger son with disappointment. "Yihan, you've really gone too far this time. Even your mother can't help you anymore. Otherwise, I'd only be harming you."
Chu Yihan furrowed his brows. A glint of desperate resolve flashed through his eyes as he quickly stepped forward and blocked his father's path.
"You all refuse to believe me? Fine. I came back today because there's something I want to get clear."
"Who is my father? Or rather, who is my biological mother? What kind of people are they, and where are they now?"
From a very young age, he had sensed that his father loathed him.
Even when he did as well as his elder brother, even when he did everything he could to please his father, the man had never praised him—not even once.
From his father, he had received nothing but dissatisfaction, disdain, and hatred.
"You... you ungrateful bastard! You're trying to anger me to death, aren't you?"
Marshal Chu had never expected him to ask such an absurd question. He swung his hand, and slap! He struck him across the face.
In the past, Chu Yihan would have run away at a time like this to avoid suffering an immediate loss. But today, he stood there without moving and took the slap head-on.
His gaze was resolute. A single slap could not shake his determination in the slightest.
He had had enough of all this, enough of this family. Today, he was going to get a truthful answer.
Madam Chu had not expected him to suddenly ask such a question either. A sharp glint flashed through her eyes, but her face took on an expression of