Driving along the bumpy path, they found their motorcycle was running out of gas. In order to arrive at the next destination as soon as possible, they decided to choose the expressway. However, some accident seemed to happen on the expressway, so Lin Wenxi had to check online to see when traffic would resume. He asked Zhao Yuan to take care of their luggage and then walked into a internet café. The local governmental department had announced that the expressway would be under maintenance and would open to the public after a week. Lin Wenxi thought for a while and could not help but click on the link to the little city's news. The whole homepage was gray, and there was a picture of several white candles at the top of the page. Obviously, it indicated mourning for the death of an important person. When Lin Wenxi saw the headline, he froze and could not move for a long time, as if struck by lightning. "Tens of Thousands of People

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 Xiy

Chen Wanxin felt it was ridiculous. The person she had wracked her brains to deal with was actually her younger brother! Moreover, this brother had not only taken her boyfriend away but would also take her place in the family. Having thought of these, she gritted her teeth and hated him to the core. How could she even squeeze the trace of a smile for Lin Wenxi. Had Mo Qian and Luo Yang not gotten a strict order not to harm Lin Wenxi so that they did not dare follow her instruction, Chen Wanxin would have killed Lin Wenxi when he was still in the hospital. Chen Wanxin had always believed that she was not cold-blooded enough to end a person's life, but recently, she found herself so sober-minded that she could even plan something that she had never dared to think before. "It is said that you had a terrible argument with him. Who were you fighting about? I think it must have been Zhao Yuan. Aside from those stupid and sweet girls from Jifu University, who wi

Two months passed in the blink of an eye. Ever since Lin Wenxi changed his name to Chen Yuanxi and officially became a member of the Chens, the security guards and the women he called "aunt" who did household work at the Chen mansion did not dare ignore his requests anymore. At the Chen mansion, Chen Yuanxi never ate any food that was cooked specially for him. He only had the dishes that Chen Tianjiao picked whenever he had dinner with Chen Tianjiao. It embarrassed Deng Yifei. She humbly had to talk to her stepson repeatedly about this. Her stepson was not only very polite and obedient to her, but he would also help her do things without her having to ask. However, the only thing that bothered her was that he was suspicious about the food and even the clothes she provided him. He always showed his suspicion in front of Chen Tianjiao, so Chen Tianjiao also began to suspect Deng Yifei. This made Deng Yifei angry, but she did not dare say anything.

Six years later... At the hotel of the highest building in the CBD of G city, a group of well-dressed people raised their glasses to a man sitting in the middle. They looked at him with admiration. Even in casual clothes, this man had a very impressive bearing. His big eyes were shining under his sword-like brows, his nose was high and straight, and his chin was clean-shaven with a bit of stubble. With his slightly pursed lips, he looked calm and at ease. His broad, square chin was raised a little. He did not refuse anyone's toast and drank one glass of wine after another. "Good for you, Mr. Zhao!" a beautiful young woman said, looking at him affectionately. Mr. Zhao smiled slightly and then emptied the Lafite in his glass. "Wow! Great, Mr. Zhao!" The beautiful woman immediately poured another glass of wine for him. He tapped the table slightly to show his thanks using local etiquette. By the time the banquet ende