“What did you say?” Lu Qihong narrowed his eyes, staring at Lu Feifan’s face. “What child? Explain yourself!”

“Xia Zi is pregnant. The child in her stomach is yours. You really didn’t know?”

Xia Zi really was foolish — something this important, and she hadn’t told Lu Qihong.

If she had told Lu Qihong, wouldn’t Lu Qihong have refused to let her do something so dangerous?

He had thought that once his father heard this news, he’d be filled with guilt.

But instead, Lu Qihong only stood frozen for a moment before suddenly laughing coldly.

“She’s carrying my child?” He looked at Lu Feifan as though watching a joke unfold.

“Heh, you fool! Did she tell you that? And you just believed her?”

“Dad!” Lu Feifan, provoked by his attitude, immediately flared up with anger. “How can you talk like that? Xia Zi gave up everything for you!”

If the man in front of him weren’t his own biological father, Lu Feifan believed he would have already thrown a punch at him!

Lu Qihong looked at him, the smile on his lips still cold. “Xia Zi has been by the professor’s side for so long — you think they really never did anything together?”

“Dad!”

“You don’t need to reason with me. You’re still young, you don’t understand anything.”

Lu Qihong lit himself a cigarette with a snap, took two drags, and then said coldly, “Even if she really is pregnant, that child couldn’t possibly be mine.”

“The child is yours!” Lu Feifan practically roared these words out!

“The professor… he doesn’t have that ability at all! From beginning to end, Xia Zi has only ever had one man — you!”

Lu Qihong’s hand, mid-drag on his cigarette, paused briefly.

But very soon, he laughed coldly again. “Only you would believe that.”

“Dad…”

“Getting back to the point — why haven’t you made your move yet? Ying’an City is such a perfect opportunity!”

Lu Feifan’s expression turned grim.

Looking at his father like this, he truly didn’t intend to keep Xia Zi anymore.

An indescribable heaviness settled over his heart.

The child in Xia Zi’s belly was his half-sibling — and yet his father didn’t want it.

He lowered his head and said nothing.

Lu Qihong’s face darkened again. “What’s this attitude of yours supposed to mean? Are you planning not to make a move?”

“Dad.” Lu Feifan finally raised his head, looking at Lu Qihong’s icy face. “He is your own younger brother.”

“And also the enemy who killed your mother!” The moment Lu Qihong heard this, he was filled with fury! “Have you forgotten how your mother died?”

“I don’t even know how my mother died at all!” This was something only his father had ever spoken of.

Since he was young, he’d been fed this idea over and over — that his mother had died because of Lu Beicheng.

But why Lu Beicheng would have harmed her — whether it was an accident or intentional — he had no idea at all.

“Dad, maybe what happened back then really was a misunderstanding, why don’t we—”

“What did you say?” Lu Qihong’s face changed. He suddenly stood up and swung his hand out in a slap.

With a crack, Lu Feifan’s face was struck to the side, and a trace of blood immediately appeared at the corner of his mouth.

But he paid it no mind, only looked at his father, his eyes resolute. “Dad, I hope you can give me a chance to find out the truth of what happened.”

“What I saw with my own eyes — what more is there to investigate?”

“What?” Lu Feifan’s face was full of shock. His father had never said this before.

“You… saw it with your own eyes?”

“That’s right!” Lu Qihong’s chest heaved with anger. “Your mother was such a kind person, and yet she was killed by Lu Beicheng’s own hands!”