His Biological Child [Third Update]

"Go on, hit me. Hit me. As if you haven't hit me enough over the years." Qiao Xuenong had thrown caution to the wind.

There was a saying: if you didn't explode in silence, you would perish in silence.

After enduring it for twenty years, Qiao Xuenong had reached her limit.

"Zhao Liang, you ruined my life, so I'm going to make you suffer just as much as I have. I know you don't like me, so I married you and had your child. I played the loving couple with you in front of everyone, and put on those displays of affection in public. Zhao Liang, I just love seeing how you can't stand me but can't get rid of me."

Zhao Liang clenched his fists, murderous intent flaring.

This woman really needed a beating.

He'd thought he'd already beaten her into submission.

But killing her was out of the question. He'd never kill anyone in this life.

Zhao Liang knew how terrifying the Six Fan Gate and the relevant authorities were. He wouldn't provoke them over something so trivial.

So, for now, he could only put up with her.

Fortunately, his plan was already underway, and she still had no idea.

"You think this will stop me? You don't even know what I'm trying to do." Zhao Liang looked at Qiao Xuenong with scorn.

In front of others, Qiao Xuenong had the body and voice of a little girl, so cute it was almost ridiculous.

But in Zhao Liang's eyes, she was trash. Just looking at her made him sick.

Back then, he'd only wanted her to be his shield. He'd been afraid that if he revealed his true feelings, everyone would condemn him, and he might even lose Wu Tian's friendship.

He hadn't expected this puppet-like thing to try to fight back.

It was downright outrageous.

Zhao Liang didn't think there was anything wrong with his way of thinking. As for Qiao Xuenong's grievances, what did he care?

Women were all trash. Zhao Liang believed this deeply and put it into practice.

Seeing Zhao Liang's utterly confident expression, Qiao Xuenong felt a little worried.

She guessed Zhao Liang had some kind of plan, but she didn't know what he really intended to do.

So many years had passed. Naturally, she no longer had feelings for Zhao Liang, but she still cared deeply about Zhao Xin—her son.

Her instincts told her that Zhao Liang's revenge would involve Zhao Xin, and she would never allow that. That was why she'd called Wu Tian and given up on continuing to torment Zhao Liang.

She could be stubborn and neglect herself, but in the end, a mother's love for her child ran deep.

The greatness of a mother's love.

Too bad it had met with Zhao Liang, a man who had little love for his child.

Looking at Qiao Xuenong as she tried to force herself to appear calm, Zhao Liang smiled mockingly and said, "From now on, just stay home. You're not allowed to go anywhere without my permission. I'll order takeout for you."

"Zhao Liang, Zhao Xin is your child! He's your child! Whatever you're planning, do it to me. Don't go after Xin'er." Qiao Xuenong couldn't help feeling uneasy.

Then came another slap.

"You still don't understand? Does it really matter whether he's my son?

"What matters is that he's a pawn of mine, a very useful pawn. That's all."

"Zhao Liang, you're not human. You won't even spare your own child. Do you have any conscience at all?"

"Conscience? How much does it cost per pound? Heh. Ever since the day Wu Tian and Lin Shen got married, I threw my conscience away."

Zhao Liang confiscated all of Qiao Xuenong's communication devices, then locked her in the room.

He wouldn't let Qiao Xuenong alert anyone again. He wouldn't let his plan go awry.

After locking the door, Zhao Liang checked it again, then turned and went to the study.

He went straight to the bookshelf, took a book from a slot toward the left on the second shelf, and pulled a test report from inside.

It was the paternity test between him and Zhao Xin.

Looking at the 99.99% written on the report, Zhao Liang fell silent for a long time.

Even for Zhao Liang, plotting against someone else's child and plotting against his own child couldn't possibly be equally easy.

He hesitated, too.

But whenever he thought of Wu Tian and Qiao Xuenong, of Wu Tian and Lin Shen's wedding, and of the younger version of himself silently crying in a corner that day, his heart hardened.

"Xin'er, if you want to blame anyone, blame your bad luck at being born. You had to be my child."

"Don't blame me. In your next life, make sure you're never born to me again."

"I've prepared everything for you. Zhao Xin, go do it. No one could do it better than you."

"Wu Tian, the son will pay for the father's debts. Your child with Lin Shen will suffer the same fate I did back then."

Zhao Liang muttered to himself, clearly consumed by madness.

Love could blind people, and it could turn them into demons.

Sometimes, the shift from love to hate happened in the blink of an eye.

And if someone like that happened to possess great power, they really could become a huge problem.

Wu Wei and Wu Tian had no idea this problem existed yet.

Even Zhao Xin didn't know.

He'd always believed he was Wu Wei's older brother.

Zhao Liang was his adoptive father, a man with no blood relation to him who had raised him and cared for him deeply.

"Dad, I'll do what I promised you."

"You're the only one I'll ever call Dad. I'll never acknowledge that man I've never even met."

"A debt owed by the father must be repaid by the son. Wu Wei has gotten so much. I'll make him suffer everything you suffered back then, too. I'll make him understand what it feels like to have the person you love taken away."

"Lan Meng will be mine. She has to be."

In the bathroom, Zhao Xin looked at himself in the mirror and earnestly tried to encourage himself.

But his expression grew less and less confident.

The next moment, the reflection suddenly spoke:

"Is that really why you want to pursue Lan Meng?"

"You know perfectly well Wu Wei doesn't like Lan Meng."

"Zhao Xin, admit it. You don't like Lan Meng at all. You're only acting so obsessed with her to hide what you really feel."

"The one you like—is Wu Wei!"

Bang!

Zhao Xin punched the mirror and shattered it.

His fist was covered in blood, but his heart hurt even more.

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