The Obsessive Tycoon Claims the Deserted Heiress-Chapter 164 - 163: Your husband will play with you later.

Little Wan, this name, is a taboo in the Xu Family.

Ever since she stepped out of the Xu Family’s gate, Xu Zhen no longer considered her his daughter.

Jin Heng furrowed his brows and softened his voice: "Old Xu, have you ever thought that maybe Little Wan didn’t return home because she had her reasons?"

"Reasons? What reasons could she possibly have?" Xu Zhen slammed his glass onto the table.

That deeply buried resentment seemed to erupt all at once.

"Do you know how long I looked for her back then? Sleepless nights, posting ads, placing notices in the newspaper."

"Eight entire days." Xu Zhen held up eight fingers, his eyes reddened and bloodshot: "I didn’t sleep for eight days, Jin Heng."

"Old Xu, calm down." Jin Heng patted his spine, helping him steady his breath, afraid he might not recover from his agitation.

Xu Zhen let out a bitter laugh, recalling those heartbreaking scenes, wiping away tears that still lingered in his eyes.

He took a deep breath and waved his hand tiredly: "Don’t bring it up again."

"Alright, I won’t bring it up." Jin Heng looked at his miserable state, unwilling to press further.

He offered words of comfort for a while before eventually smoothing the matter over.

Just outside the dining room, separated by one wall.

Two grown men plastered themselves against the cold, white surface like statues, motionless.

They exchanged a knowing look, shock evident in their eyes, and then stumbled out of the villa in disarray.

Xu Linchuan, trembling, fumbled around in his bag for a pack of cigarettes and tossed one to Xu Fan.

"Brother, Brother." He nudged Xu Fan’s arm with his elbow, his speech faltering: "Are they saying what I think they’re saying?"

"Seems so." Xu Fan swallowed hard, his reaction no better than his brother’s.

A sister dropping from the heavens—no matter who it is, they’d struggle to stay composed.

Xu Linchuan took a deep drag of his cigarette, his eyes fixed on the direction of the Shi Family through the haze: "We have a sister now? A biological sister?"

Xu Fan followed his gaze and gave a soft response, a strange feeling surfacing in his heart.

He recalled every moment he’d encountered the young girl, her radiant smile flickered in his memory, and the corners of his lips curved ever so slightly.

"Brother, pinch me quickly." Xu Linchuan felt like he was still dreaming—a fantastical, surreal dream.

Since he was young, he’d always wished for a soft and adorable little sister. That way, he wouldn’t be the youngest in the family anymore and could bask in the joy of being called ’Brother.’

Now, with the wish finally coming true, it all felt unreal to him.

"Pathetic." Xu Fan clapped the back of his head with feigned annoyance and took a long drag of his cigarette: "Call Dad right now, tell him to come back tomorrow."

"Huh? Why?"

"He’s the only one who knows about Aunt." Xu Fan thought back to what he overheard in the dining room, his eyes flickering.

Unless the old man resolved his emotional knot, recognizing Yu Zhi might have to be postponed indefinitely.

"Alright, I’ll call now." Xu Linchuan’s hands trembled in excitement as he dialed their father.

The glowing ashes from his cigarette scattered and burned his skin.

Yet he seemed oblivious to the pain, immersed in his joy.

**

The bright moonlight streamed in from the kitchen window, refracting off the man and woman entwined together, and rippled in the water of the sink, casting shimmering reflections.

Sitting on the countertop, the young girl shyly pushed at the man burying his face in her neck, her voice soft as a mosquito’s buzz: "Shi Wei, not here..."

"Zhizhi, we haven’t tried the kitchen yet." Shi Wei lifted his alluring gaze, his enchanting peach blossom eyes filled with deep affection and possessiveness for her.

The man’s expression triggered memories of last night in her mind. Her cheeks flushed crimson as she bit her lip tightly: "Can we choose another place?"

Even though it wasn’t her first time with him, doing it in the kitchen still felt a little peculiar.

"Where?" Shi Wei’s eyes fell on her cherry-red lips, and his voice grew huskier by the word.

When his large hand grew bolder, Yu Zhi tilted her slender neck back helplessly.

Her voice trembled: "Back... to the bedroom first."

"How about the bathroom?" Shi Wei cradled her head and gently kissed her softness, his deep tone lifting slightly at the end: "Or the balcony?"

The young girl nearly crumbled under his teasing, clutching his sleeve tightly and giving a muddled response.

"The balcony it is then." Shi Wei’s lips curled into a smile. Holding her slender waist, he carried the girl in his arms.

But upon reaching the staircase and before climbing a single step, a knock at the door shattered the beautiful mood.

Shi Wei frowned, his eyes flashing with a hint of coldness.

He placed the girl gently on the sofa, kissed her forehead, and whispered in her ear: "Be good, I’ll play with you later."

His words came sweetly, one after another, leaving the young girl flustered and unable to respond.

She playfully slapped his arm: "Stop it, go open the door."

Shi Wei replied with an approval, but once he turned around, the tenderness on his face vanished entirely, replaced by a chilling demeanor.

He opened the door, and upon seeing Xu Linchuan’s detestable expression, he was tempted to strike him: "What do you want?"

"Master Shi—oh, wait." Xu Linchuan crossed his arms, adopting an arrogant stance.

He shot Shi Wei an indifferent glance up and down: "Shi Wei, where’s my Little Zhi?"

"Do you want to die?" Shi Wei kicked his leg, grabbed his collar, and raised his fist: "Whose Little Zhi? Say it again!"

"Wait, wait, I was wrong!" Xu Linchuan instantly caved. Squinting, he turned and shouted behind him: "Brother, Grandpa Jin, save me!"

"Serves you right for mouthing off." Xu Fan shot an annoyed glare at the dimwit.

Even he wouldn’t dare to reference ’my Little Zhi’ in front of Shi Wei—that would surely earn him a beating.

"Little Wei, ignore him." Jin Heng, reeking of alcohol, approached the door slowly with a birdcage in hand. He raised a hand: "Come inside, let’s talk business."

Shi Wei finally noticed the presence of Grandpa Jin. Out of respect for him, he reluctantly let go of the fool he’d been holding.

Throwing Xu Linchuan a chilling glance, he straightened his cuffs and strode over to the sofa, scooping up his obedient little girl.

"You are...?" Jin Heng paused mid-step upon seeing the young girl.

He studied her carefully, and, just as Xu Zhen had once felt, a sudden wave of familiarity and fondness washed over him inexplicably.

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