The Taming of the Ruffian Hero-Chapter 174 (Will He Still Want to Be Close to Me?) Whipped Her Son and Forced Him to Find Chen Tianjiao

He opened his eyes and saw a man wearing a smile of relief on his face. He wondered if the smile was genuine.

Aside from Mo Qian, he also saw a middle-aged man in a white shirt wearing a pair of sunglasses with a silver frame. Then, he saw a well-dressed woman looking at him with care and pity in her eyes, but he had a feeling that the care and pity in her eyes were more for herself. Or maybe she felt pity that the boy in front of her had not died yet.

Lin Wenxi closed his eyes and breathed deeply. Before he fainted, he seemed to have heard his mother crying a lot and shouting, “I almost beat your son to death. If you don’t come now, you will see his corpse!”

Yes. He felt like a corpse. The whip rained down on him, and his mother cried out, with a piercing voice, “You have never been my son. You’re the bastard of Chen Tianjiao! If not for you, Ziwei wouldn’t have died. You’re not my son!”

When Lin Wenxi returned home, Huang Xiya shook him constantly and asked, “Why did you come back? Why?”

Lin Wenxi insisted on seeing his father in the morgue for the last time. He was so sad. What he had said had come true!

“What do you want to know? When your dad’s subordinates were transferred one by one, he knew that he would be in danger if he continued to investigate that case!”

“I won’t bury him. I’ll discover the truth. I won’t bury him till I find out!” f𝓇𝘦𝒆𝘄𝑒𝗯𝑛𝗼ѵ𝙚l.𝒄𝘰𝓶

“You... Lin Wenxi, you did good! What did you say to your dad? You said if he died... Now he died as you wished. Are you happy now? You don’t care about anything except hanging out with Zhao Yuan, doing something immoral and humiliating the family! No! You didn’t humiliate the Lins but the Chens!”

“He’s not your dad! He has nothing to do with you, so only I have the right to deal with his body!” Lin Wenxi was too shocked to speak when Huang Xiya, who had been earnestly persuading him just now, suddenly said this. He looked at his mother, feeling like she was a stranger.

“You are my and Chen Tianjiao’s bastard. Ziwei raised you for so many years, and now he has died. Get out of here and find your own dad!” Huang Xiya yelled at him, her face almost twisted with hatred. Lin Wenxi was so scared that he fell onto the floor. After a while, he managed to stand up slowly. He shook Huang Xiya’s hand, tears streaming down his face.

“You’re not my son anymore. Go to find your own dad!” Huang Xiya gave him a hard push.

Lin Wenxi rushed over and tried to embrace her, but Huang Xiya kicked him heavily. Then she began to whip him—harder and harder. Lin Wenxi dared not move, letting the leather belt land on his body, gritting his teeth without uttering a single word until he was numb to the searing pain and blood came out his mouth.

“Remember! You’re no longer the son of Lin Ziwei and me starting from today. You’re Chen Tianjiao’s son! Do you remember? Do you remember?” Huang Xiya’s hoarse voice echoed in the living room. Her hand was exhausted because she had beaten him for such a long time.

Before Lin Wenxi fainted, all he remembered was Huang Xiya shouting at the top of her lungs. “Listen! Lin Wenxi, your surname should be Chen! Make the decision on your own to find Chen Tianjiao and take that thief as your father! You are determined to leave us in spite of others’ opinion that you are unfilial! Remember, you are unfilial! Even though your dad has passed away, you refused to attend his funeral, so I beat you hard!” With a crack, the leather belt broke, just like the bond as mother and son between him and Huang Xiya after many years.

“No! I didn’t! You didn’t want me to go to dad’s funeral. Mom, it was you...” Lin Wenxi uttered the words with difficulty as he spat out blood.

“Kid, I will only tell you once. Ziwei’s last wish was that you, Hong Xuan, and I would live well. He wanted... you... to marry Hongyan... But I don’t want you to live well!”

“Someone told mom dad’s last wish... Uncle Hong Xuan is still alive!” Lin Wenxi vaguely realized it in his half-conscious state.

“Mom, I know your intention. You want me to avenge dad. But I’m only nineteen years old! It hurt badly that you forced me to take revenge that way!”

When he recalled what had happened to him, Lin Wenxi could not help but cry. He closed his eyes firmly, trying not to look at the couple in front of him. They would be his so-called parents in the future, and Chen Wanxin, would become his half-sister.

Life seemed to have played a great joke on him. It was too ridiculous! But the gory fact was right in front of him. His father had type A blood, and his mother type O. When he had donated blood, Lin Wenxi told Zheng Kai that he had type B blood. Zheng Kai joked that he was a bastard because parents with type A and O blood were unlikely to have children with type B blood.

Lin Wenxi took the casual joke seriously. He repeatedly confirmed the blood type of the three of them and could not accept the truth, so he buried it in his heart. He had never expected that his mother would reveal the story this way before he found the truth! He was the product of dispute between the two generations of the Lins and the Chens!

“No wonder Xiaoman used to joke that I would look the as same as Chen Wanxin if I wore a wig. I should have realized why earlier!”

Lin Wenxi smiled, tears flowing down his curving lips, like rain falling onto a lonely crab apple tree. He looked so delicate.

The middle-aged man with silver-framed glasses was Chen Wanxin’s father, Chen Tianjiao. He wiped the tears from Lin Wenxi’s lips gently, looking both joyful and sad.

Two days ago, when Lin Wenxi was still in a coma, Chen Tianjiao had gotten the results of the paternity test. Lin Wenxi was the son of Huang Xiya and him! Because he was an official, according to the country’s one-child policy, after giving birth to a daughter, Chen Wanxin, he was not allowed to have another child. He had been dreaming of having a son. Now, his wish had come true! He had missed nineteen years of being with his own son who had been raised by his political opponent. He had carefully plotted the perfect assassination some time ago and hit Lin Ziwei’s car into the rolling mudflow with a huge rock on a rainy day.

“My own son? Will he still want to be close to me?” Chen Tianjiao wondered. He knew maybe even time would not cure the kid, but he still hoped against hope.

He heard that before Lin Ziwei’s death, Lin Wenxi had quarreled with him and their father-son relationship had been on the verge of breaking up. Because of that, Lin Wenxi even refused to attend Lin Ziwei’s funeral. Huang Xiya was angry about that, so she had almost beaten the kid to death. “Maybe an irreconcilable contradiction has already arisen between Lin Ziwei and this kid. Could that be because Lin Ziwei knows about the affair between Huang Xiya and me nineteen years ago ?” Chen Tianjiao thought. He wiped tears for Lin Wenxi again and again but did not know what to say.

“Lin Ziwei!” Chen Tianjiao clenched his fists firmly.