Rebirth: The Ascent of a Socialite-Chapter 528 - 215: Su Qingzhang’s Madness (Part 3)
"The old man said to take the child to the hospital tomorrow for a paternity test," Fei Qing stammered.
"What did you say? Whether he is your child or not, do you even have to ask?" Yan Wuxu hid her panic. Taking this "pretend son" to the hospital for a blood test would blow their cover completely.
"Isn’t it just a blood draw? What’s with the fuss?" Fei Qing had just been scolded at home by his father and now had to face Yan Wuxu’s sour expression.
"You... I won’t bring the child there," Yan Wuxu threatened to hit Fei Qing. Her fist hadn’t fallen yet when Fei Qing grabbed her, turning to the servant in the temporary rented room, "Take the child away. Look at the time; do you still think you are Mrs. Su who reigns supreme? The Su Family has already collapsed, stop acting like a lady."
Fei Qing shoved hard, sending Yan Wuxu stumbling to the ground. She quickly got up, snatched the child back from the servant’s arms.
"Don’t come any closer," Yan Wuxu lifted the child, "Fei Qing, you don’t believe he’s yours, right? Don’t push me too far, or if you come any closer, I’ll smash him to death. Both mother and son will be gone."
Scared witless by Yan Wuxu’s desperate tantrum, Fei Qing said, "Wuxu, calm down. Just think of me as having a slip of the tongue; put the child down, you’re frightening him."
Seeing the child held high above her head and feeling a twinge of unease, Fei Qing pleaded, "Wuxu, can’t I just stop talking? Paternity tests are foreign nonsense. As a good citizen of Z country, I don’t need to believe in that stuff. If you don’t like it, if you feel sorry for that bit of the child’s blood, we won’t do it. I’ll just forge a report."
The servant also hurried to coax her gently and finally managed to soothe Yan Wuxu’s emotions.
Fei Qing, scared out of his wits, went out to indulge in pleasures again. The servant, not daring to offend Yan Wuxu further, went to the kitchen to prepare lunch.
Yan Wuxu first placed the baby on the bed and then quickly picked him up again, her arms sore from holding him for a long time.
The infant in her arms was already a year old, and the earlier fright had made him cry for a while, but now he was sucking on his bottle, his eyes spinning around as he looked at his unpredictable "mother."
This was an active child, lovable to anyone who held him, yet when Yan Wuxu looked at him, there was not a hint of pity or affection. To her, this infant was like a time bomb strapped to her side.
Everything Fei Qing had just said was but a temporary fix. One could dodge for a while, but not for a lifetime. Yan Wuxu knew that with one careless move, Fei Qing would take the child away, or even if Fei Qing didn’t plan to, his shrewd father would eventually do so one day.
"What should I do?" Yan Wuxu’s current predicament was even worse than Su Qingzhang’s.
Yan Wuxu was never one to bow to fate, even now in such circumstances, she quickly cleared her thoughts.
Holding the child, she hailed a taxi and drove all the way to Zone 1, she must find someone to help her turn the tide.
"I wonder, Mrs. Su, what business you have with me?" Shang Yin and Teacher Pei Luo had just returned not long ago when they heard that Yan Wuxu had come looking. Shang Yin had never looked at Yan Wuxu properly; in his eyes, she was just a lowly woman who climbed up relying on men.
"I want to make a deal with Teacher Pei Luo, no, I should now address you as the Earl," said Yan Wuxu, apparently not hearing the sarcasm in Pei Luo’s reference to "Mrs. Su."
"I want to do business with you."
"Business?" Shang Yin asked with a smile, "If I remember correctly, you have nothing left to bargain with me."
"Don’t you want to know where Su Qingzhang went?" Yan Wuxu prided herself on understanding Su Qingzhang well. She might guess where Su Qingzhang had gone?
"Oh, I heard you’ve been looking for him for quite a while yourself. Since you know his whereabouts, why not go to him yourself?" Pei Luo was not very convinced by Yan Wuxu’s words.
"What’s the use in finding him? He’s lost everything. It’d be better to hand him over to you. Maybe you could get something from Su Qingzhang, or perhaps from Su Ziceng?" Yan Wuxu said confidently, pleased to see Pei Luo’s expression change, his contemplation deepening, with the Red Love that Su Ziceng had returned still in his suit pocket, hitting close to his heart. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you are welcome to vote for it with your recommendation tickets and monthly tickets at Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation.)
