How I Became The Devil's Last and Only Love
Chapter 162 - 148: He Is Not My Father

Chapter 162: Chapter 148: He Is Not My Father

"You’re so afraid of dying?" He Tingchen asked.

He found that she seemed to be very afraid of death. When they first met, she did everything possible to stay alive.

Actually, he often felt indifferent about life and death, and sometimes he even thought while standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, what would happen if he jumped down from here?

Thirty-six floors high, it would certainly end in a meaty pulp!

In fact, he had many impulses to jump and put an end to it all, but he restrained himself at the very last moment.

But Fang Anning was just the opposite, she seemed to be so afraid of dying. Despite living so humbly and enduring hardships, she still wanted to make every effort to live.

"Of course, life is precious. You only live once. It’s not easy to be born, it’s such a pity to throw it away casually. As long as you’re alive, there are opportunities, everything is possible, once you die there’s nothing left," Fang Anning replied.

He Tingchen curved his lips and said: "Indeed, as long as you’re alive, there are opportunities, everything is possible; once you’re dead, there’s nothing left. You’re right, okay, I promise you, I won’t take your life, not at any time."

"Alright, it’s a deal," Fang Anning hung up the phone.

Chen Rui took her home, and as soon as she walked through the door, she saw Mrs. Chen standing at the entrance, staring at her eagerly.

Fang Anning said with a straight face, "What are you standing there for? Playing the role of a door god?"

"You’re back, wife? Are you tired? Are you thirsty? Would you like something to drink?" Mrs. Chen solicitously took the bag from her hand and asked with concern.

Fang Anning frowned slightly, looking at her suspiciously for a while before asking, "Mrs. Chen, what’s wrong with you? Were you provoked by me?"

Her behavior always made her suspect that the next moment Mrs. Chen might put something in her drink to harm her.

Mrs. Chen smiled awkwardly and said, "Why would the wife provoke me? It’s just that I wasn’t clear-headed, I neglected you, wife. Please don’t be mad at me any longer."

"What, did the sir scold you?" Fang Anning curled her lips.

She guessed that after she left, Mrs. Chen must have called He Tingchen to complain and ended up being scolded by him.

Sure enough, Mrs. Chen nodded awkwardly, "It’s my own senility. The sir is right to scold me."

"Actually, you’re not to blame. It’s just that I didn’t want to take you out. Seeing you reminds me of He Tingchen’s first love, and it feels kind of awkward inside," Fang Anning reassured her.

"The sir’s first love? What first love does the sir have?" Mrs. Chen was surprised.

Fang Anning frowned, gesturing towards the backyard, "Isn’t there a lady confined over there?"

"That’s not the sir’s first love," Mrs. Chen said.

"Heh, then does he have another first love?" Fang Anning was astonished.

According to the age of that little boy, He Tingchen would have only been seventeen or eighteen years old at that time!

Could it be that he was already so experienced in love at seventeen or eighteen, having had many lovers?

"Madam, I don’t really know how to explain this to you, but I can secretly take you to meet her, and once you see her, you’ll understand," Mrs. Chen said.

Fang Anning frowned, "You take me to see her? Why?"

Before, she had been kept hidden for fear that she would encounter that woman and child; why would she suddenly want to take her to see them now?

Could there be some plot afoot?

"I just don’t want you to misunderstand the sir," Mrs. Chen explained.

Fang Anning thought, the fact that he has a child is undeniable, how would she misunderstand?

But seeing Mrs. Chen’s confident expression, she didn’t make any comments; after all, she was also curious to see that woman.

She wanted to see what kind of woman captivated He Tingchen’s young heart.

However, Mrs. Chen suggested she rest and eat something first before going.

Fang Anning had to follow her advice, had some food, lay down for a while, and then asked Mrs. Chen to take her there.

Unexpectedly, on the way there, they ran into that rumored little boy.

Fang Anning stared at him in surprise, and the child also looked at her in astonishment, with their eyes intently meeting.

"Is this that child?" Fang Anning asked.

Mrs. Chen nodded, quickly waved to He Zirui, and called out, "Young master, come over and greet the wife, say hello to her."

He Zirui ran over.

Now that she was closer, Fang Anning noticed that the child was obviously undersized, visibly frail since birth.

"How old are you?" Fang Anning asked.

"Ten years old," He Zirui answered.

A ten-year-old boy who looked no more than six or seven, he grew up too small.

Fang Anning touched her belly; although she detested He Tingchen’s deception, the child was innocent.

She looked at He Zirui and slowly said, "Actually, you can also play in the front courtyard, it’s bigger, and there’s a lawn where you can kick a soccer ball."

She thought He Tingchen didn’t allow this child to go to the front courtyard just to hide him from her, so she would not get upset.

Indeed, it was uncomfortable. The child looked too much like He Tingchen, they were remarkably alike.

But regardless of the discomfort, she was an adult and someone who was about to become a mother, so she was not going to have petty disputes with a child.

But unexpectedly, after hearing this, He Zirui replied, "My health isn’t very good, I can’t play soccer, and he also doesn’t allow me to go there, he gets unhappy when he sees me."

"He? Who is he?" Fang Anning was surprised.

"He is him, they call him Sir," He Zirui said.

Fang Anning: "..."

"Why doesn’t he like seeing you? Isn’t he your dad?"

It didn’t seem like He Tingchen was such a cold-hearted person. Today, when he was feeling the baby’s movements in her belly, the joy on his face couldn’t have been faked.

Moreover, He Zirui was ill; shouldn’t he be even more compassionate toward this child?

Could it be that this child isn’t his?

But that’s impossible. If the child weren’t his, he wouldn’t have let her get pregnant to use the umbilical cord blood for the child.

"He is not my dad. I know he doesn’t like me. I’ve seen him twice, and he didn’t like me both times," He Zirui said.

Mrs. Chen quickly interjected: "Young master, you shouldn’t talk about Sir like that. How could Sir not like you? To treat your illness, Sir has made great sacrifices."

"Not true. If he really wanted to cure me, he would have cured me long ago," He Zirui said.

After finishing, He Zirui looked at Fang Anning’s belly and asked, "Is the baby in your belly his child?"

Fang Anning nodded: "Yes, he exists because of you."

"Thank you for saving me." He Zirui reached out, wanting to gently touch Fang Anning’s belly.

But after raising his hand, he felt it was inappropriate and asked Fang Anning, "May I touch him?"

"Of course, you can," Fang Anning said with a smile, nodding.

He Zirui gently touched her belly.

Suddenly, the little one inside moved, and He Zirui was startled.

But quickly, his eyes lit up, and he looked up at Fang Anning with sparkling eyes.

"Is he moving?"

"Yes, he is moving. He’s greeting his big brother," Fang Anning said with a smile.

He Zirui was overjoyed and gently patted her belly again.

At this moment, the maid taking care of He Zirui walked over, startled to see Fang Anning, and quickly apologized to her.

After the apology, she whispered to He Zirui: "Young master, it’s time to go back and take your medicine. The old master will be angry if he knows, and you mustn’t run around anymore."

"I know," He Zirui said.

He smiled at Fang Anning, having just looked at her with a cold face.

Now he revealed a happy smile, perhaps because Fang Anning had let him touch her belly, and he suddenly felt more affectionate towards her.

"I’m leaving, can you come visit me again when you have time? I like the baby in your belly," He Zirui said.

Fang Anning nodded: "Okay, I’ll come by again when I have time."

He Zirui was ecstatic and left with the maid.

Fang Anning watched his retreating back, frowning slightly, and then continued walking forward with Mrs. Chen.

Mrs. Chen thought Fang Anning would ask her something and was ready to answer.

But Fang Anning didn’t ask anything and simply accompanied her to the last house, then looked at the door with iron locks and asked, "Is it here?"

"Yes, but we can’t go in. We can only talk to her from outside," Mrs. Chen said.

She opened the window, and although it wasn’t dark inside and the light was on, it wasn’t very bright either.

Through the crack in the window, Fang Anning could clearly see a woman sitting on the bed inside. The room was tidy, and the woman was neatly dressed, staring blankly at a photo.

Mrs. Chen called out, "Yingying."

The woman turned her head when she heard the call.

Fang Anning saw that this was a pretty and gentle-looking woman. She thought He Zirui looked like He Tingchen, but upon closer inspection, he resembled this woman even more.

The woman looked puzzled upon seeing Mrs. Chen and slowly walked over.

Fang Anning observed she seemed somewhat distracted, not appearing crazy, so she spoke, "Hello, my name is Fang Anning."

However, this woman called Yingying ignored her and showed the photo to Mrs. Chen: "Auntie, look, the young master and me."

Mrs. Chen choked up, nodding: "I see it, the young master and you match well."

Fang Anning glanced at the photo and was stunned.

The man in the photo was youthful, around seventeen or eighteen years old, probably He Tingchen when he was younger. The woman in the photo was also very pretty and coy, resembling Yingying in her younger days.

However, the "He Tingchen" in the photo made her feel strange, which is why she frowned slightly.

But soon, Yingying put away the photo and began to cry, covering her face: "But he’s dead, he doesn’t want me anymore, wuuu, what should I do, what should I do from now on."

"Yingying, don’t cry, the young master hasn’t abandoned you, don’t be sad," Mrs. Chen consoled her hastily.

But the more she consoled, the more violently Yingying cried. She almost could not make a sound, eventually beginning to scream in agony.

Fang Anning was startled. This voice was familiar; it was the same one she had heard that day.

So it wasn’t her hallucination that day; there really was a woman screaming, and everyone deliberately kept it from her.

At this time, another servant came running over, seeing Mrs. Chen with Fang Anning here, and couldn’t help but scold Mrs. Chen: "Why are you here with the wife? Leave quickly, if the old master finds out he will be angry, and Sir won’t spare you either."