Mr. Tycoon Is Actually the Father of My Child!
Chapter 302: He Really Is That Woman’s Child

Chapter 302: Chapter 302: He Really Is That Woman’s Child

Outside Chu Yelin’s hospital room, Old Madam Yin stood at the doorway with the help of an attendant, looking inside through the window. Her aged yet noble face carried a complicated expression.

She slowly raised her hand and gazed at an old, yellowing photograph clutched in her fingers. She let out a soft sigh.

So, he really is that woman’s child!

Chu Yelin is a descendant of the Yin Family!

Old Madam Yin placed her aged hand on the door handle and slowly pushed the door open.

Inside, on the hospital bed, Chu Yelin was busy handling some work. Hearing the faint sound of a nurse talking with someone outside, his eyes flicked up slightly.

When he saw it was Old Madam Yin, his expression darkened.

No one comes to visit for no reason—why was she here?

Chu Yelin set the laptop to one side, his voice cold. "Is Old Madam Yin here to see me? I must be quite important after all!"

Hearing this, Old Madam Yin said nothing. She allowed herself to be guided to a chair by the bedside, sat quietly, and looked at Chu Yelin for a moment before speaking. "Child, your mother’s name was Chuchu, wasn’t it? You are of the Yin Family."

Of the Yin Family?

Chu Yelin’s cold gaze swept over Old Madam Yin, and he sneered. "Has Old Madam Yin become so desperate for a grandson? Isn’t one Yin Moran enough, and now you’re clinging to anyone claiming to be kin?"

Did they ever see him as part of the Yin Family?

If they truly considered him a descendant of the Yin Family, he wouldn’t have been left alone for so many years to wander the world, destitute and abandoned!

His mother wouldn’t have met such a tragic end for no reason either!

"Lin, this is a photo of you and your mother. I found it."

Old Madam Yin, aware of the resentment in Chu Yelin’s heart, handed the photo to him.

Chu Yelin’s thin lips pressed tightly together as he accepted the faded photograph. The image showed a young woman holding a one- to two-year-old child, smiling sweetly. His fingers tightened around the edges of the photo, and a trace of crimson surfaced in his eyes.

It was a picture of his mother and him.

His poor, unfortunate mother!

Old Madam Yin’s wavering voice tugged him back to those past memories.

"Lin, your mother’s name was Chuchu. She used to be Moran’s father’s secretary. But she had another identity—she was a distant cousin of the woman from the Second House, from outside the family. Back then, she infiltrated the First House by posing as a secretary, working in secret for the Second House. Her mission was to sabotage the First House, overthrow its authority, and help the Second House rise to power. However, later on..."

Old Madam Yin paused, her gaze lingering on the tight jawline of Chu Yelin, and she let out another sigh.

"I don’t wish to recount what happened afterward. In the end, your mother withdrew from the feud between the First and Second Houses after she became pregnant with you and went into hiding to raise her child. At the time, I had investigated and learned the truth about your mother. I had discovered your existence and intended to bring you back to the Yin Family, but I couldn’t be certain whether you were the First House’s child or the Second’s. While I was trying to confirm your identity, news of your mother and your deaths arrived..."

"Don’t you dare slander my mother! She only ever had one man in her life!"

Before Old Madam Yin could finish, Chu Yelin’s low growl interrupted her, his almond-shaped eyes brimming with a crimson fury.

Old Madam Yin opened her mouth slightly, staring at Chu Yelin’s rage-contorted face. "So, are you the First House’s son, or the Second’s?" she asked, her voice uncertain.

Within her heart, there was already an inkling of the answer.

This boy was most likely her eldest grandson Yin Moran’s half-brother, born to a different mother.

Old Madam Yin sighed quietly, her thoughts drifting far away.

The kind of scandal these old stories unearthed was truly disgraceful.

In elite aristocratic families, there was always endless scheming and infighting.

Back then, her elder son Yin Zhongjie, the designated heir of the Yin Family, had been targeted by various factions.

Among them was the Second House.

Yin Zhonghua, the son of the Second House, was not particularly ambitious himself, but the woman he’d associated with from outside the family was insidious beyond measure.

Who could’ve anticipated that this woman would leverage her distant cousin to approach Yin Zhongjie under the guise of a secretary, steal corporate secrets, and attempt to bring Yin Zhongjie’s downfall?

She had met that woman once. Her face was full of seductive charm, her demeanor serpentine and lethal.

Long ago, she even poisoned the Second House’s legitimate child, Su Yu’an, who later left the Yin Family with his mother, almost killing him.

Such a woman, had she ascended to power, would have surely driven the Yin Family to ruin.

However, her distant cousin—Chu Yelin’s biological mother Chuchu—had a very different appearance. She was gentle and reserved, with two dimples when she smiled.

She seemed the picture of elegance and grace, the perfect archetype of a virtuous wife and kind mother.

But who would have thought she was actually a spy sent by the Second House!

Fortunately, her identity had been discovered by another senior secretary in Yin Zhongjie’s office, averting a potential disaster.

Reflecting on the events that had transpired, Old Madam Yin could only sigh in hindsight at how things had unfolded.

"It doesn’t matter whose son I am. In any case, rest assured, Old Madam Yin—I bear the surname Chu. Even in death, I will never acknowledge myself as part of the Yin Family!"

Chu Yelin struggled to suppress the grief and rage churning inside him, his frosty gaze cutting Old Madam Yin like a blade.

He had no desire whatsoever to carry the Yin name!

If he could, he would rather have never come into this world!

Then he wouldn’t have endured such a sorrowful childhood!

Old Madam Yin sighed again as she took in Chu Yelin’s icy, unyielding features and the resoluteness in his words.

"Lin, I know there’s hatred in your heart. You believe your mother’s death was caused by the Yin Family. But all this is the consequence of disputes from the previous generation. My eldest son is already dead; isn’t that enough? When will this cycle of revenge ever end? Whether you admit it or not, the blood of the Yin Family runs through your veins. So, can you let go of the hatred and come back to the Yin Family to reclaim your rightful place?"

The grievances of the previous generation were something she no longer wished to pursue or dwell upon.

As someone nearing the end of her life, she desired nothing more than familial harmony and the well-being of her descendants.

Her eldest son and Chuchu were both gone. She earnestly hoped that Chu Yelin could put aside his grudges and return to the Yin Family to reclaim his ancestral roots.

Upon hearing her plea, Chu Yelin let out a cold laugh.

He casually lifted a hand to his ear and removed what appeared to be a hearing aid.

"Past generational feuds? Old Madam Yin, because of you people, my mother died. My eardrum was injured in the explosion, leaving me deaf and needing a hearing aid for life! I was nothing but an orphaned stray child, with no father or mother. Had it not been for a loyal old servant, I would have starved to death long ago! And now you think a few vague words about bygone conflicts can erase that hatred? Do you think that’s even possible?"

In his mind’s eye, the harrowing scene replayed itself vividly.

The fiery blaze, the burning vehicle, and his mother pushing him out of the car with all her remaining strength, smiling at him lovingly for the last time.

"Lin, from now on, Mommy won’t be able to stay with you. Listen to Mr. Qi and live a good life!"

Those were his mother’s final words.

He had watched her consumed by the flames, while the force of the blast flung him several meters away. For countless nights since, nightmares of that tragedy plagued him.

And now Old Madam Yin lightly suggested letting go of the hatred to acknowledge his place in the family? How utterly absurd!

The Yin Family—what the hell were they?

Did they really think he cared about being one of them?