Mr.CEO’s Ex-wife Escapes Again
Chapter 290: Clash

Chapter 290: Chapter 290: Clash

"Captain Cheng, you must understand that Xiahou Yi is the Emperor’s highest ruler with real power, even the military obeys him, if you go there, it’ll undoubtedly be like throwing eggs against a rock,"

After calming down, Yin Hehe explained to the stand-in leader of the Blood Eagles.

Cheng Chi fell silent.

It was the truth, otherwise, they wouldn’t have set off today with the resolve to face death.

"How about this, you come with me, my visit to Xiahou Yi isn’t to confront him head-on, but to use our brains to bring back your president, just you alone will suffice."

In the end, Yin Hehe still relaxed her conditions.

Cheng Chi’s heart leaped with joy immediately.

Right away, the Blood Eagle members all withdrew, and only Cheng Chi accompanied Yin Hehe onto the helicopter.

By this time, the dusk at the edge of the sky had already stained it as if was blood.

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The Imperial Capital.

In the blood-like remnants of the sun, within the century-old Wang Family residence encircled by Baoming Lake, Sheng Zhong was still sitting next to the stone table in the garden, waiting.

In the midwinter season, after the sun set in the west at dusk, even if the sun had been out, the weather was still bitterly cold.

Yet, he hadn’t moved at all.

He was drinking from the pot of tea on the table that had long since cooled, as if without an answer, he wouldn’t leave this place today.

"Old General, that old man is still waiting outside, in such cold weather, if he dies out there, I’m afraid it won’t be too good,"

Xiahou Yi’s personal old butler came in and saw him still meditating on the cushion. He courageously reminded him.

If it were someone else, let them freeze to death, no big deal.

But this old man, he was the founder of the Shengshi Group, if he truly died here, that wouldn’t be easy to explain once word got out.

Xiahou Yi finally opened his eyes.

"Cleanse hands!" just like a true monk in a temple, every time he finished meditating, he also needed to wash his hands.

The old butler quickly brought over hot water.

Shortly after getting ready, this high-ranking and powerful individual of the Imperial Capital also stepped out of his room.

Some ten minutes later, in the garden.

"Mr. Sheng, our house’s old General has arrived,"

The old butler followed and reached the courtyard, spotting Sheng Zhong right away, he promptly raised his voice to let him know.

Sheng Zhong, who had been drinking cold tea all afternoon, finally put down his cup and looked over with blazing eyes.

He had actually met with this Xiahou Yi at noon, but since they hadn’t come to an agreement, he sat in the garden for the entire afternoon.

Sheng Zhong glared at this old man who was a good decade older than himself but whose spirit was evidently better off, and a surge of anger erupted again from his eyes.

It wasn’t surprising that Wang Wanjun had cuckolded him.

After all, Wang Wanjun’s reputation in the Imperial Capital wasn’t good to begin with; if it hadn’t been for the support of the Wang Family, which was vital for the Shengshi Group, and considering his own advanced age at the time, unable to marry a proper young lady,

he definitely wouldn’t have married this woman.

But never did he imagine that the man who actually made him a joyous father would turn out to be an old man over a decade his senior!

Was Wang Wanjun’s taste so extreme?

Or was Xiahou Yi a beast, enjoying toying with young maidens who had not yet left their boudoirs?

"Sheng Zhong, what exactly do you want?"

Xiahou Yi had arrived by the stone table and seeing Sheng Zhong’s expression, he too ran out of patience.

Sheng Zhong sneered coldly, "Wasn’t my expression this morning clear enough? I want to take my son’s corpse back home!"

"Dream on!" Xiahou Yi finally grew furious.

"Sheng Zhong, you need to understand, that is my son, Xiahou Yi’s son, a gift from heaven; he has already lived by your side for nearly thirty years, you should be satisfied!"

He warned with murderous intent.

"Look at this, is this even human language? What does ’the gift of heaven’ mean? That clearly was just the coward not daring to admit it."

Sheng Zhong, seething with anger, laughed, "Xiahou Yi, I’m actually quite curious, between the two of you, who seduced whom?"

"You—"

"I guess, it must have been you," Sheng Zhong said as he leaned on his cane and finally stood up slowly.

"Wang Wanjun has always been a timid person. When she married me, though willful and spoiled, she would never dare to misbehave as long as I was angry."

"So, I guess, it must have been you who had designs on her first!" Sheng Zhong stared at the man and mercilessly exposed him.

But as soon as those words fell, a towering fury surged in Xiahou Yi’s aged eyes, and he immediately retorted, "Bullshit! I, Xiahou Yi, have lived upright all my life, how could I possibly do such a thing?"

"..."

Sheng Zhong was stunned for a moment.

It wasn’t him who initiated it?

Then...

"It was Wang Wanjun, she tried every means to get close to me when she was still in the Bai Family, and I accidentally touched her, it was her scheming and plotting!" Xiahou Yi cursed in anger.

At this moment, the resentment rolling out of his eyes was so intense as if, had Wang Wanjun still been alive and standing before him,

he would have shot her without a moment’s hesitation.

Sheng Zhong was thoroughly shocked.

How could this be...? That old woman... having lived with him for so many years, could she really be such a shameless person?

He was so struck that he stumbled a few steps.

"Why? You are so much... older than her, you could have been her father."

He heard himself ask.

Xiahou Yi’s anger had not yet subsided, but after a moment, he took a deep breath and answered the question.

"She must have had some psychological issues. Her father died early, and she and her mother were bullied a lot in the Wang Family. She wanted to find someone to lean on. Bai Yongnan once mentioned that his goddaughter liked to cling to him, which the old Mrs. Bai did not quite fancy."

He revealed another secret.

In other words, Wang Wanjun actually had an Electra complex, in her eyes, only men of her father’s age could provide her with a sense of security.

So, she went out of her way to seduce.

Sheng Zhong was silent for a very, very long time, and his face turned deathly pale.

He remembered the time when the Wang Family arranged a blind date for Wang Wanjun.

Back then, there were actually many young talents who came to propose, but Wang Wanjun ultimately chose him, Sheng Zhong, who was almost ten years her senior.

Even if she had another man’s child in her womb, there were many men who would have been willing to choose her...

At this moment, Sheng Zhong also wished he could dig out that dead old woman from her grave and slap her a few times!

"Even so, Xiahou Yi, you have no right to hold onto my son’s body!"

Sheng Zhong calmed down after a while and returned to the topic at hand.

A flicker of murderous intent passed through Xiahou Yi’s eyes.

"He is my son!"

"He is not," Sheng Zhong roared back just as defiantly.

"From the moment you didn’t dare to acknowledge them, letting her marry me while she was pregnant, you lost any right to claim him as your son."

"..."

"Furthermore, for all these years, you haven’t fulfilled a single day of fatherly duty. What right do you have to keep him buried in the Xiahou family’s cemetery? He never acknowledged you while he was alive, do you think he would be willing to stay here after his death?" Sheng Zhong argued vehemently, his eyes bloodshot.