PPS Chapter 91
by VolareChu Zhaoyi connected the phone to the large screen behind him, and the chat history between Li Yurong and Xie Haoran was completely displayed on the screen.
The chat history wasn’t long. They were both very cautious, and the chat logs didn’t leave any evidence.
They only arranged to meet in certain places every so often.
Xie Haoran was very nervous when he first saw Li Yurong’s phone, but after seeing the chat history, he realized that there was nothing substantial in their records.
What could it prove?
It could only prove that he knew Li Yurong, and that was all.
“What are you trying to express by putting this up? Indeed, I know your mother, so what?” Xie Haoran shrugged, lowered his head slightly, looking as if he didn’t know what he had done wrong to be bullied like this.
Xie Yuyin, who was in the audience, realized after seeing the chat history, that… that Xie Haoran had always known.
Just now, they had received the paternity test results of Chu Zhaoyi and Zhang Anru. Chu Zhaoyi’s hair was handed to them by Gu Yusen. At that time, they didn’t have time to delve into why Gu Yusen would give them this thing at this time.
It wasn’t until the results came out that they rushed back, only to see this confrontational scene.
Xie Yuyin admitted that after all, he was a younger brother who had lived together for nearly twenty years. No one could completely harden their heart and completely draw a line at this juncture. But when they realized the frequency of Xie Haoran and Li Yurong’s private contact, their brains, overloaded with too much shock, cleared up in an instant.
Zhang Anru closed her eyes. Xie Haoran had never met her younger uncle and only saw a slight resemblance between Chu Zhaoyi and herself, which was not enough to arouse suspicion. Therefore, Xie Haoran was confident that even if her own son, Zhang Anru’s biological son, stood in front of her, she would be too stupid to recognize him.
“Xie Haoran! What are you doing!” Zhang Anru understood everything almost instantly. Li Yurong knew about the baby switch, and she may even have been the manipulator.
For the past eighteen years, she had been using Chu Zhaoyi’s talent to support Xie Haoran’s so-called “genius painter” reputation.
And Xie Haoran, as a beneficiary, naturally wouldn’t refuse.
Zhang Anru had always been unable to figure out why Xie Haoran inherently possessed an indelible baseness. She and Xie Tingyun were both people who knew good from evil and right from wrong, and their first child, Xie Yuyin, was the same.
She had always thought that there was a problem with her education.
So that was it… so that was it… it was rotten from the roots.
Xie Haoran ignored Zhang Anru. He didn’t know that Zhang Anru already knew everything. He had always disliked his parents and older sister, and considered himself righteous and kind.
Stupid.
Therefore, whenever they forced this on him, he would always feel annoyed.
And now, as long as he won this competition and trampled Chu Zhaoyi under his feet, he could rightfully become a genius painter, and he wouldn’t be controlled by the Xie family.
Chu Zhaoyi didn’t react much either. He impatiently tapped Li Yurong’s pink phone. He wondered how she had lived her life like this. The Chu family wasn’t extremely wealthy, but it wasn’t to the point where she had to use this eight-year-old phone for so long.
It was frozen.
“Ayi, let me,” Gu Yusen didn’t know when he had walked to Chu Zhaoyi’s side. Seeing the teenager’s obvious impatience, he took the pink phone from his hand.
Gu Yusen found a software and clicked into it. The sound came through the microphone next to the phone.
“This is what Chu Zhaoyi drew this month, for you.”
“Mm.”
“That little seductress draws fast. Mom will bring you some more next month.”
“No, that’s too frequent. Let’s wait three months.”
“Ranran…”
“Don’t call me that! Forget it, I’m going back first.”
“Ranran, he’s just an idiot. He doesn’t know anything. We don’t need to be so wary of him!”
“Still be careful. And don’t call yourself my mother!”
…
“Ranran, are you participating in the competition this time? Good luck.”
“Ranran, this is what he drew recently.”
“Ranran, he’s been sick and hasn’t been to the studio. But Mom… I dragged him in. He hasn’t reduced painting quantity. Next time, I’ll make him draw more.”
“Ranran…”