Surprise! I'm pregnant with a rich heir

She snorted and looked at Xi Xuanyao fiercely, "It's better if you don't know. You deliberately made me jealous, which is an even greater crime."

Xi Xuanyao looked away. Her two law books were thicker than the other. Her hands would probably be unsteady after copying them all. This was still a minor case. If it was a serious case, forget it. He didn't want to know. He shouldn't do anything that would destroy emotional unity.

Xi Yiming came back drunk from the old house. When he heard the housekeeper say Shen Lanxi was taken away by the police, he just hummed and said nothing. The next day, he was called over by He Qiong and learned the reason why Shen Lanxi was taken away. He was silent for a long time and didn't say anything. Seeing the worry in He Qiong's eyes, he said after a while: "I know."

On the surface, this incident had no effect on him, and he went out to play as usual, but in the dead of night, he couldn't help but laugh at himself, wondering if he could not avoid Xi Xuanyao in his life? His mother wanted Xi Xuanyao's power, and his nominal wife wanted Xi Xuanyao's feelings, and both of them ended up in prison.

At this moment, Xi Xuanyao was unaware of Xi Yiming's resentment. He was playing with his children at home when his mobile phone screen suddenly lit up. He clicked it and saw a message from Ziming saying that the person had arrived in Yecheng.

There was a sudden ripple in his eyes, and he replied: "Everything is up to you, thank you."

Yecheng

In a villa in the suburbs, Chen Ziming got up at almost noon. He walked into the living room and saw his aunt. He greeted her. Chen Zhi smiled and asked, "Did you sleep well last night?"

"Everything is fine. Where are my cousin and cousin?" Chen Ziming asked. At this time, his uncle must have gone to the company.

While asking the servants to set the table, Chen Zhi replied, "Yingying went shopping with her friends, and Xiaoxiu went to work at the company."

Chen Ziming was surprised and said, "He actually agreed to go to the company?" When I saw Bai Xiu a few years ago, he was unwilling to go to the company and said he wanted to play e-sports. Now he actually goes to work obediently?

"Your uncle has not been in good health in recent years. We originally planned to hire a professional manager to take care of it. But Xiaoxiu took the initiative to step forward and said he was willing to go to the company. In recent years, he has become more and more stable. If you saw him, you probably wouldn't recognize him," Chen Zhi sighed.

Chen Ziming frowned, "What's wrong with my uncle?" He hadn't been to Yecheng in the past few years, but his uncle didn't look like someone who had been ill for a long time yesterday.

"It's nothing. It's just that when you're young, you work too hard, so it's inevitable that you have some minor problems. Your uncle finally waited until Xiaoxiu graduated, thinking that if he went to the company to study for two or three years, he could take over the family business, and we could go out and see more of the world. But when Xiaoxiu said he wanted to play e-sports, your uncle fainted. The doctor said he almost had a stroke, which scared Xiaoxiu. Your uncle stayed in the hospital for a week. After he was discharged, he offered to go to the company to help."

It wasn't that she had deliberately lied to her son. She and Bai Ling were both nearly sixty years old, so it was inevitable that they would have some health problems. It was just that her son had always thought that they were in good health, and then they suddenly fell ill. He couldn't accept it all at once, and gradually, subconsciously, he began to think that they were in poor health.

So that's how it is. It seems that this shock cured his cousin's Chuunibyou. Chen Ziming looked at Chen Zhi: "How are you and uncle? Are you okay?"

"It's okay. He has a lot of minor problems, but he's still healthy. It's just that sports like climbing and playing ball are all forbidden to him. Last time we went cycling secretly, he came back with a tantrum and asked Yingying to supervise us." Chen Zhi said helplessly. She felt like she was shooting herself in the foot. Now she is controlled by her son and can't do this or that. It's really a sweet burden.

Chen Ziming held back his laughter and comforted them, "He's worried about you too. Once he takes over completely, you and your uncle can enjoy your own world." As they talked, they walked towards the dining room.

After finishing the meal, Chen Ziming sighed deliberately, which really attracted Chen Zhi's puzzled gaze. "What's wrong? Is the food not to your taste?"

"No, I just thought of a friend who lived for more than 20 years before finding out that the parents who raised him were not his biological children. I heard that the child was taken away by mistake in the hospital. He was in agony the day he learned the truth because his life was not good before. Aunt, do you think there are many such cases of mistaken custody in hospitals?" Chen Ziming asked casually.

Chen Zhi smiled and said, "It shouldn't be that many. Babies are marked when they are born. Unless it's intentional, it usually won't happen. How did your friend find out that he was given the wrong baby?"

"Aunt, you definitely won't believe it. It was told through fortune-telling. I didn't believe it either, but that's the fact. He happened to be working as a waiter at a banquet hosted by his biological parents, and was discovered to look a lot like his biological mother. That family had always been worried about the fact that their child didn't look like themselves, and based on what the fortune-teller said, they secretly did a test and found out that he was indeed their biological mother," Chen Ziming said half-truthfully.

Chen Zhi widened her eyes in surprise, "This is such a coincidence, just like a plot in a TV drama."

Chen Ziming touched his nose and thought to himself, isn't it just the plot of a TV drama, but he changed it a little bit and changed the subject: "Aunt, if it were you, would you believe the fortune teller's words?"

"Of course not. It's even more impossible for me to suspect that the child is not my biological child just because of her appearance," Chen Zhi waved her hand. She was saying this to Chen Ziming as well as to herself. Yingying did not look like her and Bai Ling, but she was definitely her daughter.

Chen Ziming tentatively asked: "What if it's really not? The parents' genes will more or less be reflected in the child's face." One of the important reasons why he agreed to Xi Xuanyao was that his cousin really didn't look like his uncle and aunt at all.

"Yingying is definitely my child. I saw her being born with my own eyes, and she has been guarded by someone since birth. There is no way she could be wrong. What on earth do you want to say, kid?" Chen Zhi realized that there was something else behind Chen Ziming's words.

"Nothing, just a momentary emotion." Chen Ziming had a headache. He could see that his aunt didn't believe in these things at all. It was basically impossible to convince her with metaphysics and appearance. It seemed that he could only follow the path Xi Xuanyao said.

The next day was Bai Ling's 60th birthday. The villa was busy from early in the morning. Luxury cars gathered outside the door and people came and went in an endless stream. Chen Ziming, wearing a suit, went straight to the second floor and knocked on the door of a room.

"Ziming, why did you get up so early today?" Chen Zhi saw Chen Ziming through the mirror on the dressing table and asked with a smile.

"Today is my uncle's birthday, so of course I have to get up early, otherwise my parents will say I don't know etiquette." Chen Ziming said as he glanced at Chen Zhi's hair. Seeing that Chen Zhi was about to get up, he quickly said, "Aunt, I see a white hair on your head. Let me pull it out for you."

Without waiting for Chen Zhi to say anything, he started pulling out the hair and showed it to Chen Zhi. The latter took the white hair and sighed: "It's normal to have white hair when you get old." In the blink of an eye, he is almost sixty years old. No matter how well he takes care of himself, he is bound to have white hair. The child probably has never seen it before, so he is making a fuss.

"How could that be? You're only in your 50s, not 60. And you don't have many white hairs, just a few." Chen Ziming said quickly. Just as he finished speaking, a girl ran into the room like a gust of wind and asked, "What white hair?"