PPS Chapter 175

Chapter 175 “My Dear Brother”

“Not happy? You didn’t kill your own mother, and you are also a son of the Xie family, even if it’s as a bastard, you’re still related.”

“Speaking of which… we can even be considered blood-related brothers.”

“Do you understand now?” Chu Zhaoyi used the tip of the fountain pen to lift the sweaty hair from his forehead.

“My dear brother.”

Xie Haoran’s pupils suddenly dilated into two black holes. The stinging pain of the pen tip scraping against his scalp suddenly transformed into countless steel needles, burrowing into his brain through the cracks in his skull. He saw Chu Zhaoyi’s lips moving, but the words turned into barbed fishhooks, each syllable tearing at his nerves.

“That’s impossible…” His voice sounded like it was being squeezed out of rusty pipes, but he suddenly realized that Li Yurong had brought two paternity tests in the beginning, one with Zhang Anru, and one with Li Yurong.

He had incredulously stolen Zhang Anru’s hair to verify it, and got an unbelievable result, but he forgot to verify the relationship with Li Yurong.

“No…no…I look somewhat similar to Li Yurong, you’re lying to me!!! Chu Zhaoyi, you’re taking revenge on me!!!”

“Hmm? Didn’t I say it? Xie Tingyun’s mistress is Li Yurong’s older sister,” Chu Zhaoyi said, watching him with interest, a faint smile on his lips.

Xie Haoran’s piercing laughter stopped abruptly, as if something had grabbed his throat. His eyes widened, but his pupils contracted to the size of pinpoints. Beads of cold sweat seeped from his forehead, sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto the tabletop.

“I don’t believe it…I don’t believe it…”

Chu Zhaoyi watched him with interest, a faint smile on his lips: “You could have had everything—the Xie family’s wealth, status, even the reputation you stole. What a pity, you were too greedy. You not only wanted my talent, but you also wanted my life. And the result?”

“I… I could have…” His voice was fragmented, as if torn apart by something, “I could have… had everything…”

“Yes, you could have,” Chu Zhaoyi’s voice was light, but it was like a heavy hammer slamming into Xie Haoran’s heart, “Too bad you played a good hand so badly.”

Countless images suddenly flashed through Xie Haoran’s mind – him standing in the center of the art exhibition, accepting everyone’s praise; him sitting in the study of the Xie family’s old house, flipping through the family’s documents; him standing on top of a high building, looking down on the entire city.

Those glories, power, and status that should have belonged to him were now slipping through his fingers like sand.

Chu Zhaoyi enjoyed his frenzied one-man show, glanced at the time and realized that more than an hour had passed.

He promised Brother Sanmu that he would be back in two hours.

But Xie Haoran’s miserable state was also quite worth appreciating.

A difficult decision.

But Brother Sanmu was still more important.

When Xie Haoran began to hit the corner of the table with his head, stuffing the shredded pieces of the paternity test into his mouth and chewing, he finally pressed the call button.

When four prison guards rushed in, Xie Haoran was kneeling on the ground, laughing wildly. He raised his head, looked at himself reflected in the glass, and suddenly chuckled, “Chu Zhaoyi, I don’t regret it!!!”

Really don’t regret it?

Chu Zhaoyi adjusted his cufflinks and walked out of the visiting room, followed by the crackling sound of a stun gun and a beast-like wail.

It had begun to snow lightly outside. He refused Gu Yusen’s offer to pick him up, and gently brushed the snowflakes off the tip of his shoes.

Zhang Haoyu’s melodramatic little short stories were so useful.

How could there be so many coincidences in this world?