How I Became The Devil's Last and Only Love
Chapter 163 - 149: He Was Just a Stand-In

Chapter 163: Chapter 149: He Was Just a Stand-In

Mrs. Chen took Fang Anning back.

Fang Anning walked very fast, scaring Mrs. Chen who anxiously reminded her on the side: "wife, please slow down. You’re pregnant and shouldn’t walk so fast."

However, Fang Anning didn’t listen to her and quickly walked back to the front courtyard.

As soon as she entered the door, Fang Anning turned her head and asked Mrs. Chen: "That child isn’t He Tingchen’s son, right? Or should I say, the current He Tingchen isn’t the original He Tingchen at all?"

Although it was a question, Fang Anning’s tone was very firm.

Mrs. Chen looked at her nervously, shaking her head and waving her hands: "wife, please lower your voice. You absolutely cannot let Old Mr. He hear this, he would be angry."

"It seems I guessed right, so what exactly is going on?" asked Fang Anning.

Mrs. Chen said awkwardly: "You should ask your husband about this matter personally, it’s not right for me to speak, and I dare not."

"If you say it’s not right for you to speak and you dare not say, then why did you take me to see those two? You must know that I would find out about this after seeing them," Fang Anning said.

Mrs. Chen responded: "Wasn’t it because I wanted you to feel better? Ever since the existence of the young master [son] was known, you have been upset, always feeling that I am a liar, and so is the husband, and that we have deceived your feelings. Look at you, you don’t even want to take me out anymore. I had no choice. It can’t always be like this, I just thought of making you happy, knowing that the young master is not the husband’s son; maybe things will return to how they were before?"

"It was He Tingchen who asked you to do this, right!" said Fang Anning.

Mrs. Chen kept her head down, silent.

Fang Anning sighed and said: "I’m sorry, I’ve indeed been upset about that matter before, always feeling that you all have deceived me. As a result, my attitude towards you was not good, I apologize to you, it won’t happen again in the future."

"wife, please never say that. You are the wife, it is my duty to take care of you. It’s not your fault that you misunderstood me," said Mrs. Chen hurriedly.

Fang Anning said to her: "Call He Tingchen and tell him to come home today."

"Ah, shall I call? Won’t you call yourself?" Mrs. Chen asked.

Fang Anning shook her head: "Never mind, you call."

"Okay, I’ll call," Mrs. Chen immediately agreed, nodding her head.

Soon after, Mrs. Chen told her that the husband had agreed and would come home after work.

Fang Anning hooked the corner of her lips and quickly told Mrs. Chen to instruct the kitchen to make some dishes that He Tingchen loves.

In the evening, when He Tingchen came home, Fang Anning greeted him with a faint smile, ready to help him take off his coat.

But He Tingchen avoided her, handing his coat over to Mrs. Chen.

"There’s no need for you to trouble yourself."

Fang Anning bit her lip and said with a light laugh: "Then go wash your hands and let’s eat."

He Tingchen nodded.

During the meal, the two were silent, with Fang Anning occasionally glancing up at him.

He Tingchen was eating calmly and composedly, as if nothing was unusual.

However, Fang Anning knew that it couldn’t be possible he was without any abnormalities.

He must know about Mrs. Chen taking her to meet Yingying and her son, so he couldn’t be so calm inside now.

But since he wasn’t talking, neither would she.

She silently offered him food several times, and sure enough, He Tingchen seemed to be struggling to maintain his composure.

He put down his chopsticks and said: "Unwarranted devotion is either treachery or theft, spit it out! What do you want."

"Let’s talk after we finish eating," said Fang Anning with a smile.

He plays it cool, so she has to be even cooler.

Indeed, she saw a flicker of disappointment flash through Tingchen’s eyes.

After finishing the meal, Fang Anning got up with the support of the table.

He Tingchen saw this and went over to help her.

Fang Anning said: "Accompany me to the garden outside for a walk. I want to take a stroll."

"Okay," He Tingchen agreed.

Two people walked out to the garden, the flowery fragrance overwhelming and the moonlight rich.

At first, both walked in silence, neither speaking, until after the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, Fang Anning finally couldn’t resist breaking the silence: "Who are you, really?"

He Tingchen stopped, let go of her, and took a step back, gazing deeply into her eyes.

Fang Anning also tilted her head slightly upwards to look at him, their gazes meeting in the air, filled with inquiry, testing, and confusion.

"Who do you think I am?" He Tingchen asked.

Fang Anning said, "In my eyes, you are my husband, the father of the child in my womb. But whether you are He Tingchen or not, I do not know."

"I am He Tingchen," He Tingchen replied. "A name is just a symbol, I’ve been called this name for over a decade, so it belongs to me."

"Indeed, you weren’t before. You and the original He Tingchen... are twins?"

Probably only twins could look so alike, and they had to be twins, both from the He family line. Otherwise, Old Mr. He would never allow an outsider to inherit the He family fortune, and He Tingchen would never be able to have a child and use the umbilical cord blood to save the original He Tingchen’s son, because the types wouldn’t match completely.

He Tingchen nodded.

Fang Anning let out a sigh of relief, it was just as she had guessed.

For some reason, knowing this truth made her truly relieved.

At this moment, she realized she truly loved him, loved to the extent of not wanting to share him with anyone, her love selfish and possessive.

The idea that loving someone means treating them well, tolerating everything about them, accepting their whole being...

To her, this was a lie—her love was selfish. So selfish that she could only have him to herself, unwilling to share him with anyone.

"I’m tired, I want to sit down," Fang Anning said.

Upon hearing this, He Tingchen quickly assisted her to a nearby bench to sit.

However, just as Fang Anning was about to sit down, he suddenly stopped her: "Wait."

"What’s wrong?" Fang Anning looked at him puzzled.

He Tingchen took off his jacket and placed it on the bench, saying, "The dew is heavy at night and the bench is cool."

Fang Anning: "..."

Her face reddened, her heart thumping rapidly. At that moment, she felt genuinely warmed!

"Can you tell me everything?"

After she sat down, Fang Anning also asked him to sit, then leaned on his shoulder and murmured the question.

He Tingchen spoke in a low voice: "Actually, the story is simple, not that complicated. He and I are twins. The people who gave birth to us were not truly in love. The woman was from a place of romantic encounters, used her wiles to deceive my father into being with her, and by the time the Old Mr. He’s people found his son, the woman was already pregnant. Old Mr. He naturally refused to accept such a woman into the He family, so she left with her big belly, not returning until after she gave birth to a child, then came to Old Mr. He for money. To quell the matter, Old Mr. He gave her a large sum of money and kept the child.

Originally, Old Mr. He had arranged a suitable wife for my father, but it’s a pity they died in a car accident not long after marrying. That child naturally became the sole heir to the He family. No matter how much Old Mr. He disliked his mother, he had to raise him properly to inherit the He family. Unfortunately, that child had poor health from a young age and was delicately nurtured. No one expected that he would end up like his father, also involving himself with a maid.

After Old Mr. He learned about it, he was very angry, but thinking of his son’s tragedy, he relented and accepted the maid and the child in her womb. But nobody expected that before the maid could give birth to their child, that child would pass away from illness. At that time, Old Mr. He felt utterly hopeless, his life bleak, and that was when the woman who left reappeared.

She brought back a son who looked exactly like that child. It turned out that she had given birth to twins but deliberately concealed this, only handing over to the He family the one with poor health, while secretly keeping the healthier one to raise quietly. Old Mr. He was both shocked and delighted, immediately demanding that this child return to the He family, and upon seeing a face identical to that of his grandson whom he raised, he was overjoyed. He even used the same name as the previous child, because the He family had not yet announced his death.

The woman agreed, not out of pity for Old Mr. He, nor sympathy for the He family’s tragic fate, nor a sudden conscience. It was because she needed the child for another transaction with the He family, to sell for more money. Even her initial intention of taking this child away was for this reason, not out of reluctance or a desire to keep one by her side, but hoping to extract money from the He family twice. Even her encounter and pregnancy with my father were part of her schemes because this woman only loved money. To her, everything was a relationship based on exploiting benefits, including her own sons."

"I’m sorry."

Hearing He Tingchen’s story and being shocked, Fang Anning immediately wrapped her arms around his shoulders and quietly apologized.

No wonder he was so angry and hurt knowing about her agreement with Old Mr. He, as he had misunderstood her motives.

Although at the beginning she did have such intentions, after falling in love with him she no longer thought that way.

Yet she didn’t realize how deeply she had hurt him psychologically.

"Having witnessed the selfishness and opportunism of women from a young age and being sold into the He family like a commodity, what is more ridiculous is that after arriving at the He family, the wife and child left behind also needed his care. The woman went insane, a pitiful case. Because the child had congenital deficiencies and later fell ill, he was needed for treatment. The doctors said that umbilical cord blood could save him, and Old Mr. He forced him to have another child with that madwoman, he refused, and then it was a relentless cycle of marrying off women to him, one after another, with the ultimate goal of having a child to save the previously left behind one. No one ever cared about what he thought, nor did anyone care about what he wanted. From the moment he was born, he was just a tool to them. Yet people say he is eccentric and unapproachable, but Fang Anning, even a tool can feel pain."

He Tingchen then slowly narrated another segment.

After speaking, he leaned back slightly, resting on the back of the bench.

Fang Anning felt an immense heartache!

She couldn’t help but rise slightly and kiss his lips, whispering as she did, "I’m sorry, I’m sorry."