Although he didn’t understand why Shao Kunye had suddenly changed his mind, Han Tao still followed orders.
Seeing Han Tao moving to take him away, the little boy kicked his legs wildly in the air. “Bad guy! What are you going to do to me!”
Han Tao remained expressionless, carrying the boy out of the room.
Soon, the boy’s fierce protests faded at the door, and quiet returned.
At that moment, Shao Kunye’s phone in his pocket rang.
He casually glanced at it and brought it to his ear.
A man’s annoyed voice came through. “Young Master Shao, what’s this supposed to mean? You’re not handling the business anymore?”
Shao Kunye leisurely sipped his tea. “No time. Handling a nuisance. We’ll schedule in a few days.”
“What kind of nuisance warrants your personal attention?”
He thought of the little face identical to his own and sneered. “I had no choice but to deal with it myself.”
He had been searching for that girl for years, and now she had come to him instead.
Perfect—it saved him a lot of trouble.
Han Tao moved efficiently. Two hours later, he returned with the paternity test report.
“Young Master Shao, the paternity test report.”
Shao Kunye took the report from Han Tao and flipped straight to the last page.
The result: a 99.99% paternity match.
He wasn’t surprised.
When the boy mentioned the Tiansheng Hotel, he had already guessed.
Seeing Shao Kunye remain silent, Han Tao assumed he doubted the report’s authenticity. He explained, “Young Master Shao, I supervised the entire process personally. There’s no way it could have been tampered with.”
In other words, the boy really was Young Master Shao’s son.
Han Tao felt slightly astonished. No one had ever borne Shao Kunye’s child—let alone a woman of unknown origin.
The boy puffed up with pride. “Hmph! I didn’t lie, did I? I’m your son!”
Shao Kunye stared at the miniature version of himself and raised the corner of his mouth.
The little liar had given birth to a tiny liar.
How interesting.
He casually tossed the paternity report back to Han Tao. “What’s your name?”
The boy’s childish voice replied, “Wen Liyang!”
The dawn sun?
It carried a certain sense of undying brightness.
Shao Kunye scoffed lightly. “Where’s your mother?”
Wen Liyang eyed him warily, as if facing a thief.
Shao Kunye smiled coldly. “What? You didn’t come looking for me to take responsibility? Well, I’ll take responsibility for both you and your mother.”
Perfect timing—he had also been searching for the girl reckless enough to drug him.
Wen Liyang snorted. “You’ve ignored me and Mom for so long. You’re definitely lying. I won’t be fooled. I want Uncle Police to arrest you!”
He was more cautious than Shao Kunye had imagined.
It seemed his mother had taught him well.
Shao Kunye’s grin was skin-deep. He pinched Wen Liyang’s cheek hard, leaving a red mark on his fair skin. “Your mom secretly had you without telling me. How was I supposed to know I had a son?”
Wen Liyang looked at him half in doubt, half in suspicion.
Shao Kunye lost patience. He scooped the boy up like a chick. “Lead the way.”
Wen Liyang flailed like a fish on a cutting board. “What are you doing! Let me go! Uncle Police! My dad is going to kill me!”
Shao Kunye sneered. “Killing you would be too much trouble. I’d just toss you in the sea for the sharks.”
The boy’s eyes went wide in fear.
Shao Kunye didn’t bother arguing further and carried Wen Liyang out of the Police Station.
None of the officers dared to speak.
In the car, Shao Kunye glanced at Wen Liyang, who curled up tightly in the corner, clutching his faded schoolbag, eyes alert.
Shao Kunye lounged lazily, legs crossed. “How did you know I was here? Did your mother send you?”
Wen Liyang shook his head. “Mom never told me about you. I saw you on TV. You look exactly like me.”
Shao Kunye raised an eyebrow. “So you came alone?”
The boy nodded seriously.
A plausible excuse to fool a child—but not Shao Kunye.
He grabbed Wen Liyang’s face, applying slight pressure. “Do you think I’m an idiot? How would you know where I am if your mother didn’t tell you?”
Wen Liyang felt insulted, pouting. “The TV said Dad was in West Coast. I told the lady selling tickets I was going there!”
He dug into his backpack and pulled out some crumpled bills and tickets.
Not lying, then.
Shao Kunye laughed coldly and let go. A red mark remained on the boy’s cheek, conspicuous against his fair skin.
This little brat had guts.
He had come alone to a strange city just to sue Shao Kunye for abandonment.
“So your mother didn’t know you came to find me?”
The moment the words left his mouth, Shao Kunye saw the boy’s expression shift from anger to guilt, then fear. Clearly, he had snuck out without telling his mother.
Shao Kunye tapped his fingers on the armrest.
Good. If it weren’t for this kid, he still wouldn’t know where to find that little liar.
Shao Kunye closed his eyes and rested, uninterested in further conversation.
Han Tao, driving ahead, glanced in the rearview mirror.
He had expected Young Master Shao to have the boy eliminated after learning he had been set up.
But now it seemed Shao Kunye intended to take responsibility. Well, after all, it was his son. Even someone as ruthless as Shao Kunye wouldn’t disregard blood relations.
Two hours later, the car stopped in front of a villa.
In a city filled with the richest families, owning a villa of over nine hundred square meters clearly marked it as a prominent household.
As Han Tao opened the back door, a small figure dashed out.
Wen Xi was distracted, watering flowers in the yard, when she heard a childish voice behind her.
“Mom!”
Seeing Wen Liyang, the watering can slipped from her hands.
“Liyang! Where did you go?”
Wen Xi scooped up Wen Liyang, checking him over nervously.
Wen Liyang stammered, unable to speak.
Before Wen Xi could ask further, a shadow fell from above.
She looked up and saw a tall man backlit by the sun. His features were unruly yet striking. A bullet necklace gleamed across his collarbone, reflecting the sunlight.
At the same time, Wen Liyang’s excited, childish voice rang in her ears. “Mom, I found Dad!”
Seeing Shao Kunye’s face, Wen Xi’s complexion drained instantly.
Shao Kunye observed her. One moment, she had seemed like a cheerful little white rabbit; the next, she looked pinned under a hunter’s shadow, eyes wide with shock and fear.
He smiled with amusement. “Looks like you remember me.”
His gaze drifted down. Wen Xi wore a faded T-shirt, her chest slightly rounded. Sweat-soaked hair clung to her neck, and her slender legs were exposed.
Even in this scorching heat, her skin still glowed pale and smooth.
Shao Kunye could still recall how those delicate legs had clung to him that night, unwilling to let go.
Just thinking about it, that familiar reaction surged again.