When other mothers had their newborns taken away, they would cry uncontrollably. Yet this one was overjoyed, clearly hoping to improve her status through her son.

Perhaps staying in the Kowloon Walled City for too long had made her simple-minded. How could a child from a lower-class courtesan in Kowloon possibly be the son of Du Sheng, a prominent Hong Kong tycoon?

Even if the child were truly Du Sheng’s, public acknowledgment would be impossible. At best, the child would be sent abroad with financial support, living as a well-provided-for illegitimate son. Dreaming of inheriting the family business? Pure fantasy! Du Sheng had many legitimate children protected by law as rightful heirs. This child would never receive a share. Being raised far away with proper care was the best possible outcome.

Hoping to gain status through her son was a futile dream, especially since Du Sheng himself had ordered her sent to Kowloon. He wasn’t foolish enough to reclaim someone who had served as a courtesan for so long.

This “best outcome” assumed the child was Du Sheng’s. If not… the subordinates couldn’t make decisions on their master’s behalf, but the result wouldn’t be pleasant.

Regardless of the outcome, the “Fifth Concubine’s” rise in status was hopeless. The person taking the child ignored the courtesan’s touching cries, wrapped the newborn in a blanket, and left Kowloon Walled City.

Xia Ziyu wasn’t heartbroken about her child being taken away. She was still counting on the child for her advancement. She prayed to all deities, Eastern and Western, that it must be Du Chengrong’s son. Although she had relations with Wang Jianhua and Du Chengrong… why couldn’t the child be Du Chengrong’s?

“I’m reborn… I won’t fail like this… hehe…”

The talk of rebirth sounded like madness to others.

Du Chengrong’s subordinates, following orders, took the newborn from Kowloon and reported back to him. Du Chengrong had arranged for doctors from America under the pretense of a medical checkup, specifically for the child’s DNA test. All necessary materials, equipment, and personnel were ready, just waiting for the blood sample.

For such a matter, Du Chengrong reluctantly provided two vials of his blood, though it wasn’t wasted since he needed regular checkups after his testicular cancer. The DNA test was just an additional procedure.

The testing team focused solely on this task, and the results came before dawn.

“Mr. Du…” the subordinate trembled.

Would Mr. Du silence them for knowing such embarrassing information? That woman was truly harmful!

Du Chengrong understood everything at a glance. He wasn’t particularly angry; after accepting Xia Ziyu, he knew what kind of person she was. Whether she was pure didn’t matter, but as his woman, she dared to sleep with others behind his back… Xia Ziyu was simply foolish to death.

To Du Chengrong, worldly matters were fair. He provided houses, cars, and jewelry, using money to keep women – essentially buying their freedom. They belonged to him completely. When he showed affection, they should welcome it joyfully; when he didn’t, they should wait quietly!

Had Xia Ziyu behaved properly, even without children, he would have ensured her comfortable life as the Du family’s Fifth Concubine. But she tried to be clever, sleeping with other men, not only making him a cuckold but expecting him to raise another man’s child.

The test confirmed the child wasn’t his, which Du Chengrong had anticipated. He knew who she had been with.

Du Chengrong didn’t even raise an eyebrow: “The child is less than three days old. I won’t create this sin. Let him live well and send him to his birth father.”

Letting him live well and sending him to his birth father – these were two separate orders.

Du Chengrong’s people found Xia Junbao. When Xia Ziyu “disappeared” in Hong Kong for several months, local media reported that the Fifth Concubine had been secretly sent abroad by Du Chengrong for pregnancy care. They fabricated many dramatic stories, such as Du Chengrong protecting his beloved concubine from his powerful eldest son Du Zhaohui. Reading these newspapers, Xia Junbao naturally believed the same.

Although his sister hadn’t informed him before disappearing, Xia Junbao didn’t think badly of it. While Xia Ziyu served as a courtesan in Kowloon, Xia Junbao’s life continued unchanged. He even met Du Chengrong once – this “brother-in-law” was much older than his father but treated him kindly.

He just couldn’t openly claim Du Chengrong as his brother-in-law at school, which Xia Junbao regretted.

Suddenly stopped and handed a blanket-wrapped infant, Xia Junbao was stunned. Hearing these people’s words, he understood each word individually, but couldn’t comprehend their meaning together.

Or perhaps Xia Junbao subconsciously refused to believe: First, his sister had died in childbirth. Second, the child wasn’t his “brother-in-law” Du Chengrong’s, but his “former brother-in-law” Wang Jianhua’s! Third, considering the Fifth Concubine’s death, Mr. Du wouldn’t harm the child and asked Xia Junbao to deliver the baby to Wang Jianhua for raising.

What was all this?

Xia Junbao held the child stiffly. His sister had made Du Sheng a cuckold?! What madness possessed her to abandon her luxurious life for such actions?

Even in rural areas, unfaithful wives were beaten severely. Though only fifteen, Xia Junbao understood the gravity of the situation. Being a wealthy old man’s concubine in Hong Kong was shameful, but they accepted it for the money. Why seek out Wang Jianhua? Xia Junbao couldn’t understand and felt afraid – afraid Du Chengrong’s anger might turn toward him.

“Don’t just stand there. The child must be safely delivered to his birth father. Your sister died in childbirth – you don’t want to anger Mr. Du too, right? Remember, this is the son of your sister Xia Ziyu and her former boyfriend Wang Jianhua, unrelated to the Du family’s Fifth Concubine. Don’t say the wrong things!”

If he were truly the Fifth Concubine’s brother, they wouldn’t dare threaten him. But as the brother of a lower-class Kowloon courtesan, he couldn’t act privileged before them.

Xia Ziyu was Xia Ziyu, and the Fifth Concubine was the Fifth Concubine. Except for a few insiders who knew they were the same person, most people knew the Fifth Concubine as Xia Meiwei, English name Vivi – a perfect false identity arranged by Du Zhaohui for Xia Ziyu, which proved useful now.

Fifteen-year-old Xia Junbao couldn’t process all these shocking revelations, but Du Chengrong’s men had already pushed him and the child into a car.

These men would take Xia Junbao to Wang Jianhua, ensuring not only the child’s survival but also forcing Wang Jianhua to acknowledge the child’s identity to complete their task. Whatever consequences Wang Jianhua faced after accepting the child were none of their concern.