Mr.CEO’s Ex-wife Escapes Again
Chapter 366: The Past

Chapter 366: Chapter 366: The Past

When Xiahou Jingmu arrived at Xiahou Yi’s sickroom, the old butler, Uncle Zhong, was taking care of Xiahou Yi.

"He hit you?"

Even though the old butler tried his best to hide it.

But, as he was wiping Xiahou Yi’s body with water, Xiahou Yi still saw the bruises on his arm.

An old man of nearly his own age, those scars on Uncle Zhong’s body deeply pained Xiahou Yi’s eyes.

"No, the old general has seen wrong." The pitiful old butler still tried to cover it up, not wanting to worry him.

Xiahou Yi finally became furious.

"Clang!" He swung his arm and knocked the basin to the floor.

Just at that moment, Xiahou Jingmu arrived and saw the overturned basin rolling on the floor.

There was also, water spilled all over the place.

"What? I come here, and this makes you so angry?"

He was wheeled in, and that was the first thing he blurted out.

When Xiahou Yi heard this, he abruptly turned his head, his eyes fixed on this ungrateful bastard, even the blood vessels in them bursting out.

"You monster, who let you do this? Uncle Zhong used to take care of you when you were growing up, how dare you lay a hand on him?"

He bellowed, his voice making the whole sickroom buzz.

Xiahou Jingmu was taken aback for a moment, then realized that the old man was furious about Uncle Zhong.

"That’s because he wouldn’t listen. I said long ago, as long as he hands over the items, I wouldn’t make him suffer, but he just wouldn’t see sense!"

He retorted sulkily.

Xiahou Yi, upon hearing this, trembled in anger on the hospital bed.

"I used to only know you were dim-witted, not as quick as others, but now it seems what you’ve stuffed inside there is all shit!" he cursed furiously.

Indeed, if it wasn’t for shit, he wouldn’t have done such a beastly thing. All these years, all the manners, integrity, and morals he was taught have gone to the dogs.

Xiahou Jingmu, upon being cursed, lost even the last bit of conscience and shame on his face.

"Yes, isn’t that how you always saw me? Because my head’s full of shit, so from a young age you used me as a pawn, because I wouldn’t think, and I wouldn’t doubt the goodness you showed me, right?"

"What are you talking about?" Xiahou Yi didn’t understand at all.

Seeing this, Xiahou Jingmu let out a cold laugh from his wheelchair.

"Pretending to be confused? It doesn’t matter, it’s not important anymore, Xiahou Yi, I now just want to take back what’s mine. If you don’t want to die, then have your bastard son obediently return the items, and I can spare you and your son’s lives."

He began to brazenly talk about giving Xiahou Yi, and Sheng Siyuan who was in the psychiatric hospital, a way out.

Xiahou Yi was furious to the extreme, and he fell silent.

He just sat on the hospital bed, coldly staring at this person, with disappointment and heartache, but more than that, what ultimately covered everything in his eyes was regret.

Indeed, this was the most regrettable thing he had ever done in his life.

And the blindest.

"Xiahou Jingmu, what do you want to take back? Tell me, what belongs to you?"

He calmed down and asked.

Seeing this, Xiahou Jingmu immediately replied with a hint of resentment, "What do you think? You’ve carefully groomed me from a young age, what were you going to give me?"

"What? The position of heir?"

"Isn’t it?" Xiahou Jingmu became even more agitated when he finally heard the old man mention it.

To his surprise, after looking at him for a while, Xiahou Yi actually nodded.

"Yes, that’s it!" he sighed.

"I have indeed always treated you as the heir, grooming you for the role. Your talents, your personality, up until now, I have always believed you were the most outstanding candidate. Because of this, my own son, Xiahou Maolin, who is already fifty, has never been offered to take over the Xiahou Family."

"..."

"Furthermore, his two sons, Xiahou Xiu is actually quite good, but sadly, he was too involved in personal affections and died in Jiangbei. As for his older brother, Chu Yan, someone who would betray even his own younger brother for his own benefits, doesn’t even have the qualifications to stay in the Xiahou Family, let alone be the heir."

As Xiahou Yi spoke of this past event, his eyes still held the regret for his young grandson’s untimely death.

Yes, if Xiahou Xiu hadn’t died, perhaps today’s situation might have been different.

Xiahou Jingmu had been listening, stupefied.

He had never thought that he was actually the designated heir within the Xiahou Family.

But why did his father tell him that he was just a stepping stone, a pawn, only to pave the way for this old man’s sons and grandsons?

Why?

He suddenly felt lost, and a bit panicked.

"Then... what about Sheng Siyuan? He is so outstanding, haven’t you ever thought about making him the heir to the Xiahou Family?"

In his panic, he finally found another question, and immediately threw it out.

However, facing this question, the look Xiahou Yi gave him again was clearly filled with more resentment and dimness.

"I never thought about acknowledging him. Back then, when his mother, Wang Wanjun, climbed onto my bed while I was drunk, his existence has always been a disgrace to me. Every time I see him, I remember his shameless mother!"

"If it hadn’t been for Jian Zhongzhou starting to give him trouble, forcing him to come to Chongzhou to find me, I would probably have never seen him."

Xiahou Yi had never been so candidly admitted his attitude towards this matter in front of anyone before.

Yes, back then, he truly loathed Wang Wanjun. There was almost a twenty-year age difference between them, and at the time, Xiahou Yi was someone who valued his own reputation immensely, a leading figure of the imperial capital’s first family of royal descent.

What resentment could have come from being spoiled by such a woman?

Hence, when Wang Wanjun hastily chose to marry through matchmaking, it was actually him exerting pressure behind the scenes, eager to erase this stain.

Luckily, Wang Wanjun married soon after, to the Jiangbei’s Sheng Family.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

But not long after, he heard that the woman had a son, prematurely born two months early.

At that time, his heart chilled again.

Fortunately, later on, Sheng Huang wasn’t a very careful man. When Wang Wanjun said she had a premature birth, he took it at face value, even though the child was born with the Xiahou family’s hereditary heart disease.

But still, he raised him dearly as his own.

And that was why later, after Sheng Siyuan went to Chongzhou, he agreed to stand up for Shengshi Group. No matter what, he still owed Sheng Huang.

"It’s impossible, you’re lying to me. How could you not want to see him? He’s so outstanding, so powerful, and he inherited the best of your Xiahou Yi’s genes. How could you not want him to come back?"

Xiahou Jingmu, hearing all this, was already starting to unravel.

He refused to accept what he heard, still believing that from the very start, Xiahou Yi’s intent had been to welcome back this illegitimate son.