520 Giving Yichen a Younger Brother

"AHHHH!"

A shrill cry resonated across the interrogation room.

"Go on!"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Luo Hanjin proceeded with his second stab while gritting his teeth and enduring the pain he felt. His legs wobbled from the combination of fear and pain. He was driven into total madness.

…

The criminal was in a state of dementia by the time the prison guards brought him back to his cell. Along the way, he profusely begged for redemption with bloodshot eyes and an ashen complexion.

Yun Tianyou's face was carved in ice as he looked on impassively at the man being dragged away.

Li Hanlin let out a sigh. He carried the little boy in his arms and took his time to leave.

"Mr. Li, I'm so heartbroken for my mommy. What exactly has she gone through? Depression? Misanthropy? What exactly has she gone through in her dark past? My heart is aching a lot." The little boy let his agent hug him as his small hand clutched at his chest; his broken heart seemed to be bleeding from the immensity of the pain.

The agent could only sigh. Deep down, he was more worried for this child than Yun Shishi.

"How should we deal with that Mu Wanrou?"

"That spiteful woman is better off dead!" Yun Tianyou's orbs turned pitch-black as his heart was taken over by hatred. In that moment, the sides of his mouth slightly tugged upward to form a sinister smile. "There's no forgiveness for anyone who hurts mommy!"

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The Mu residence.

As Mu Yichen was going down the stairs, he felt a pang of pain in his heart.

He temporarily halted his steps and grasped at his chest tightly; the mysterious pain in his heart was aching to the point of suffocation.

"Yichen, what is happening?"

Mu Wanrou noticed the grave look on his face and instinctively knew that he just had a relapse.

The child paid no attention to her whatsoever and just continued heading down to the lower level by himself.

Her face grew stiff. She thought to herself that he was biologically not hers, after all, so their relationship could only be estranged; he was not close to her at all.

A skin-deep smile indifferently tugged at the corner of her lips, and she quickly made her way downstairs as well.

The maids have already laid out dinner on the table. She could not help but ask them, "Where's Young Master Mu?"

"Daddy has to fly straight to England tonight to settle a takeover," Yichen answered instead. "I overheard this when I was walking past his study room yesterday."

"He is that busy?"

Mu Sheng slowly came down the stairs with his walking stick. "Wanrou, why are you back so late tonight?"

Feeling a pang of guilt, she glossed over his words. "I went shopping. I purchased a few sets of clothes for myself."

"Oh! Sit down."

As the three sat around the dining table, she raised her eyes to Mu Sheng and broached about her physical condition in a roundabout manner. "Grandpa, there's something in my mind, but I'm not sure if I should ask you about it."

"What is it?"

She carefully worded her question. "Six years ago, I was diagnosed as congenitally infertile. Is that result really credible?"

He gave her a look tainted with hesitation.

He recalled watching a show once on TV explaining the term 'infertile'.

It meant that one could not conceive a child.

He carefully put down his chopsticks and wore a solemn look on his face. "For this, I have invited both local and foreign medical practitioners, and all guaranteed that you are congenitally infertile; you can't have a baby."

"Am I really… unable to get pregnant?" She feigned indignation. "Grandpa, I really hope that I can give birth to a child to continue the Mu family lineage."

"Grandpa does understand your intentions." He knitted his brows. "But this truly can't be forced."