The Obsessive Tycoon Claims the Deserted Heiress-Chapter 162 - 161: She is the child of your illegitimate daughter.

"Stop right there!" Jin Zhuoming stood with his hands on his hips, his face as livid as a pig’s liver, his breath so unsteady that even his voice began to tremble.

"I really didn’t lie." Jin Yunzhi shrank behind the sofa, looking pitiful and helpless.

He pointed at the slipper in the other’s hand, "Put that down first."

Three minutes later, the father and son sat back down on the sofa.

After the housekeeper finished cleaning up the broken pieces scattered all over, Jin Zhuoming picked up a new coffee cup again.

"Who told you this?" He took a sip of coffee—unsweetened and uncreamed—hoping the bitterness in his mouth would help calm him down.

"Xu Linchuan." Perhaps sensing it wasn’t convincing enough, Jin Yunzhi paused for two seconds and added, "Brother Wei and Brother Fan know too."

The boy curled his legs up on the sofa, resting his chin on Little Strawberry, and earnestly recounted everything he overheard today.

He curled his lips into a smile; his round grape-like eyes sparkled brightly: "Dad, when are we bringing my sister back home?"

If it were someone else, his level of acceptance wouldn’t be so quick.

But if it’s Yu Zhi, he desperately wanted to bring her back right away—showering her with food and fun, spoiling her like a princess.

Jin Zhuoming lowered his eyes, contemplating silently for a while, then stood up slowly with his phone in hand: "Let me make a call first."

With that, he walked alone out the front door toward the garden on the left.

Jin Yunzhi huffed softly at his retreating figure, then fished out his phone from his pocket and started texting his mother to tattletale.

The setting sun cast its warm, golden rays through the window, lighting up the boy’s cheek and prompting him to squint slightly and bury his head into the cushion.

The sound of the piano flowed like a lullaby, causing him to nod off and eventually drift into a nap.

"Why are you sleeping here?" Jin Zhuoming hurried over to the sofa and gently placed a blanket over him, worried he might catch a cold.

"Dad." Hearing the familiar voice, Jin Yunzhi slowly raised his head, rubbing his eyes, "Why did it take you so long?"

He wondered what could possibly require such lengthy discussion, taking up almost the entire afternoon until the sun nearly set.

"I was asking about your sister’s situation."

If this kid hadn’t been going on and on about "my sister" in every sentence, connecting dots hastily, he wouldn’t have gone to inquire further.

Jin Yunzhi nodded. He stretched, lazily blinking as he glanced toward the door: "Why isn’t Grandpa back yet?"

Jin Zhuoming sat beside him, furrowing his brows as he recalled Shi Wei’s earlier words: "Soon. Just don’t spout nonsense later."

"It’s Grandpa who’s in the wrong anyway!" Jin Yunzhi, whose thoughts clearly ran in a different direction than his dad’s, began bristling in indignation.

He gripped Little Strawberry and threw it down in frustration: "Grandpa hid this from us for so long, and now he refuses to bring my sister back—how outrageous!"

If it weren’t for Sister meeting Brother Wei, she’d probably still be living a life struggling for food and clothes, like a neglected little cabbage.

The bleak imagery sent a surge of emotion through the boy, leaving his eyes rimmed red in an instant.

"Your grandpa hasn’t said she couldn’t come back." Jin Zhuoming winced at the noise blaring against his head, but fearing that his son might start crying aloud, opted to hold back any harsh words.

"Then why has Grandpa kept her outside all these years? Isn’t that basically what he meant?"

"..."

"What exactly is my meaning?" A man dressed in a dark red Tang suit, carrying a bamboo birdcage, hair half-gray, strode unhurriedly into the living room.

Jin Heng glanced at the father and son briefly before heading straight for the main seat and opening the cage to let the parrot inside fly out.

"Grandpa!" Jin Yunzhi, seeing his nonchalant demeanor, grew even more furious.

He fixed his round, watery grape-like eyes upon the elder, glaring with grievance: "You’re still in the mood to walk your bird! Do you even care what kind of life Sister is living now?"

"What sister?" Jin Heng was baffled by his statement, clearly unaware of what the other was talking about.

The parrot perched on his finger pecked him lightly, eliciting a chuckle that creased lines at the corners of his eyes.

His carefree attitude made Jin Yunzhi unable to hold it in any longer.

He shot to his feet in one swift motion, ignoring Jin Zhuoming’s attempts to stop him, and shouted: "Your illegitimate daughter’s child, my cousin!"

The air fell silent for a moment. The parrot glanced at the boy, then mimicked his words in its unique voice: "Illegitimate daughter, cousin!"

"..."

Jin Heng froze for a while, finally processing what the boy meant. He slammed his hand down on the coffee table, startling the bird into flapping its wings wildly around the room.

"Dad, please don’t get mad." Jin Zhuoming quickly grabbed the boy’s wrist and pulled him back down onto the sofa.

He approached Jin Heng cautiously with a forced smile: "Yunzhi was just anxious."

Jin Heng gave him a long, unfriendly glare, the smile on his face replaced by sternness.

He picked up his tea bowl, blowing lightly on the leaves floating on the surface: "What exactly are you two trying to imply?"

"Dad, this..."

"Spit it out."

Jin Zhuoming hesitated for a moment, then steeled himself and tentatively suggested: "Could you think back—was there ever a time when you, um, were with someone outside...?"

"Jin Zhuoming, do you say such things without fearing your mother might climb out of her coffin tonight?" If this tea weren’t still hot, Jin Heng would honestly have thrown it in his face.

Being accused out of nowhere of having an affair—it was utterly preposterous!

Jin Zhuoming completely misunderstood what he meant and tried persuading him kindly: "Dad, Mom has already passed. Even if you really had a history with someone else, she wouldn’t hold it against you."

He glanced sympathetically at Jin Yunzhi, whose nose and eyes were thoroughly red, and patted his slender shoulder comfortingly.

He added, "Yunzhi said the girl seems quite nice. Whatever the case may be, shouldn’t your granddaughter be acknowledged and brought home to reunite with her family?"

Jin Heng was almost "moved" to tears by the father-son duo’s antics. He took a deep breath, struggling to suppress his rising blood pressure.

"Jin Zhuoming." Jin Heng pointed a shaky finger at him, his face red with anger: "Go to the study. Right now."

The mention of the study triggered an instant realization in Jin Zhuoming—there was no escaping familial discipline today.

Resolutely, he retrieved the ruler hidden under the stool, and with gritted teeth, offered his assistance: "Dad, let me help you."

"Unnecessary!" He wasn’t so old that he needed help walking yet.

Jin Heng steadied himself on the chair’s armrest, then marched sternly toward the second floor, followed by Jin Zhuoming, who trudged along like he was heading to the battlefield.

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