Madam Chu had nothing to say.
Marshal Chu's gaze, sharp as a blade, shot toward his legal wife.
The so-called dancer who had supposedly used underhanded means to climb into his bed had never done so at all.
He had fallen for that dancer, which was why he had paid a hefty sum to keep her and planned to maintain her as his mistress. He had even prepared a house for her back then.
It was only because of what happened afterward that he had refused to explain things on her behalf.
Chu Yihan coldly observed their expressions and continued, "Also, just as you said, medical technology is advanced now. Whether I'm Father's son can be determined simply by drawing blood and sending it abroad for a DNA test."
"This is nothing like the feudal superstition of ancient people determining kinship by mixing blood. This is real science, and there's no way to fake it. I'm sure Eldest Young Master, who studied abroad, understands that very well."
After saying that, Chu Yihan stopped paying attention to anyone and strode out of Chu Manor.
He desperately wanted to see that sharp-tongued yet exceptionally adorable Little Blind One right away. He wanted to tell her everything.
However, when he arrived at Su Qiao's place, he found it empty.
Su Qiao had gone shopping with Nanny Wu.
After Chu Yihan left, the living room fell into deathly silence.
Madam Chu felt somewhat frightened. She wanted to go up and coax her husband as she usually did, but this time, those tricks were clearly useless.
"Master..."
Marshal Chu did not want to hear even another word from her. He roared, "Get out!"
"I..." Madam Chu swallowed, frantic with anxiety, and was about to say something when a teacup suddenly flew toward her face.
"I