Yun Qishan and Yu Yang had only just begun their game when the butler came over carrying a square parcel Shang Shujue had sent. Seeing that they were still playing, he immediately swallowed what he had been about to say and moved aside to wait for his employer to call him.
"Old Qi, what are you holding?"
Yun Qishan knew the butler would not suddenly come in and disturb them without an important reason, so after placing a white stone, he looked up at him and noticed what he was holding.
Only then did Uncle Qi take a few steps forward and stop beside him, presenting the square box with both hands and clearly explaining where it had come from.
"Family Head, Young Master Jue sent this through the Yun Family's private delivery channel. The packaging was marked urgent, so I thought it must be something fairly important and brought it over."
Once Yun Qishan heard who had sent it, the corners of his mouth unconsciously curved into an indulgent smile.
"Oh, so it's something from Xiao Jue. That boy hasn't contacted me in a while. I wonder what he's been busy with lately?"
Yu Yang unconsciously glanced up at the square box. Thinking it was a gift for Yun Qishan, his eyes filled with a little envy.
"Yun Qishan, oh, Yun Qishan. Sometimes I really do envy you. Not only do you have your own children to spoil... you even have your siblings' children to keep spoiling."
As he spoke, his tone unconsciously began to turn sour, carrying a strangely snide hint of jealousy.
"Unlike me. Even with all my wealth, I have no descendants to squander it... Xiao Jue really is exceptionally filial. Even when he has no time to visit, he still sends you gifts..."
Hearing this, Yun Qishan knew he was feeling somewhat miserable. Rather than teasing him as he had before, he changed the subject outright.
"Oh, you watched Xiao Jue grow up too. Don't you know what he's like? How could he give me something and leave you out?"
"He must have prepared two sets. Yours might already have been delivered to your house. For now, why don't you take a look at what it is with me?"
Sure enough, Yu Yang's expression eased a little at Yun Qishan's words. He stopped playing and fixed his eyes on the square box. Yun Qishan did not bother with any nonsense and simply stripped off the outer packaging.
Inside was a purple square box with a lid, which looked like a jewelry gift box. Both men thought it contained a luxury watch when they saw the packaging, but when they opened the lid, they found a letter and a small bag of hair inside.
"Huh? This is..." Realizing something was wrong, Yun Qishan frowned slightly and picked up the bag of hair first.
"Qishan, read the letter first. That boy must need a favor. Could this hair belong to some child he fathered? Is he asking you to help with a paternity test?"
The moment Yu Yang saw the hair, his radar went off. He had undergone DNA testing more than once, each time when one of his former women had shown up at his door with a child.
If even one of those children had been his, he would have been happy, even if the woman had resorted to underhanded means to conceive. Unfortunately, not one had been his biological child.
He had no liking for raising other people's children, so he had given them money and sent them away. They were women he had once been involved with, after all, and as a man, he did not want to make things too ugly.
Yu Yang's words immediately put Yun Qishan on alert. He quickly opened the envelope and discovered that it contained not only a letter but also two photographs: a casual photo of Yu Zeqi, and an everyday photo of his mother, Zhang Yunyi, taken before her death.
The photographs fell to the floor, and both men looked over. At the sight of the gentle, graceful woman in the photograph, a cool beauty as lovely as moonlight, they both froze. This woman was... Zhang Yunyi?
Uncle Qi hurriedly picked up the two photographs. The first he saw was Yu Zeqi's, and he froze for a moment before exclaiming, "Family Head, this boy looks so much like Family Head Yu. They're practically cast from the same mold."
"What did you say? Let me see!"
Yu Yang had already realized something. His eyes reddening slightly, he snatched the photograph from Uncle Qi's hands in some agitation. When he saw Yu Zeqi, who seemed to combine nearly every good feature of his and Zhang Yunyi's and bore such a striking resemblance to him, he froze on the spot.
"Yun Qishan! This is my child, mine and Yunyi's child! Yunyi is still alive!"
Yu Yang's words made Yun Qishan stand up at once to steady him and force him to calm down. At a wave of his hand, Uncle Qi led all the attendants waiting in the room outside.
"Yu Yang, don't get worked up yet. This must be handled in secret. We can't let anyone know this child exists."
"And until we've done the test, don't jump to conclusions, even if this boy really does look like you."
"What if he's had plastic surgery? You know how flawless plastic surgery can be these days."
Yun Qishan's words calmed Yu Yang a little. He took a deep breath before speaking. "Qishan, hurry and see what Xiao Jue wrote. If he really is my child, then Xiao Jue will be my benefactor for life."
Yun Qishan led him over to sit on the sofa and placed Zhang Yunyi's photograph in his hand too. Only then did he unfold the letter and begin reading it with him.
[Dear Uncle, I was bored recently and joined a talent show. On the show, I met someone my age who looks very much like Uncle Yu Yang.
Out of curiosity, I looked into him and found that he had no record of plastic surgery. He actually turned out to be Auntie Yunyi's son, too. I immediately realized how serious this was.
So I plucked some of his hair and put it in a bag. Please find a way to get some of Uncle Yu Yang's hair and run a DNA paternity test.
If he really is Uncle Yu Yang and Auntie Yunyi's son, Uncle Yu Yang will be over the moon. Hurry, hurry! This kid signed with a garbage company.
That lousy company won't let him go and even wants him to sell his ass. His manager seems to know something about his background and wants to get him killed to climb the ladder.
Uncle, get a move on and call me before two in the morning. I'm barely holding things together here... The whole village's only hope is right beside me! Waiting for you to come save us!
-Shang Shujue]
By the time they finished reading the letter, Yu Yang's eyes had gone red. Even without a test, he knew this boy was his biological son. "Yun Qishan, hurry. Let's go to the hospital for an expedited test right now. I don't want to lose my son before we've even acknowledged each other."
Shang Shujue had already confirmed that Yu Zeqi had not had plastic surgery, which meant he had been born looking that way, cast from the same mold as him. Was there any need to doubt it?
"Of course! I'll go with you!"
They went to the hospital, and the test results confirmed that they were biological father and son. Yu Yang could only be described as weeping with joy. He had a child too. Within his lifetime, he had become a father too.
And so, Yun Qishan called Shang Shujue...