Boom!
Yue Xiaofei's mind went completely blank.
Maternal Grandfather?!
What did he just say?!
Yue Xiaofei jerked his head up and stared at Ye Jincheng. "You... what did you say?"
Ye Jincheng saw his shock and gave him a bitter yet affectionate smile.
"I know it's hard to believe, but it's true."
"Your mother, Ye Qingmei, is my youngest and dearest daughter."
"So I'm your Maternal Grandfather."
Ye Jincheng said it calmly, but to Yue Xiaofei, his words struck like a massive earthquake.
Maternal Grandfather?
Ye Jincheng is my Maternal Grandfather?
My mother, Ye Qingmei, is the daughter of the Peerless Patriot?
How is that possible?!
Yue Xiaofei felt his entire world turn upside down again.
"No... that's impossible!"
Yue Xiaofei shot up from his chair and stared at Ye Jincheng, his emotions surging.
"My mother was just an ordinary person! How could she be your daughter?!"
"Why would you make up a lie like that to deceive me?!"
He couldn't accept it.
Or rather, he didn't dare to.
If Ye Jincheng really was his Maternal Grandfather, why had he ignored him all these years?
Why had he stood by while Yue Xiaofei's father was wrongfully imprisoned?
Why had he stood by while Yue Xiaofei suffered one humiliation after another?
None of it made sense.
Watching Yue Xiaofei struggle with his emotions, Ye Jincheng merely sighed.
He seemed to have expected this reaction.
"I know you have a lot of questions, and a lot of resentment."
"I'll explain it all to you, little by little."
"But first, look at this."
Ye Jincheng took an old photo album from his desk drawer and gently pushed it toward Yue Xiaofei.
Yue Xiaofei's gaze fell on the album.
"Go on, have a look."
There was a note of encouragement in Ye Jincheng's voice.