"I know, but... so what?" Chu Junyu smiled lightly, a provocative look in his eyes as he stared at Nangong Yehen.
Nangong Yehen paused slightly, raising an eyebrow, as if he hadn't expected Chu Junyu to ask that.
So what if he was his son?
That kind of response made him feel a bit displeased.
"Your arrogance—you're exactly like your brother." Nangong Yehen shifted his posture, curling his lips as he spoke calmly.
But it wasn't hard to tell that when he mentioned them, a trace of tenderness flickered in his deep eyes.
"We also look exactly alike."
"Did you investigate?"
"What do you think?"
Nangong Yehen studied him. "Are you hiding another identity?"
Chu Junyu smiled elegantly. "My identity is that I'm Chu Lingzhi's son."
"Now you're Nangong Yehen's son."
Chu Junyu's expression darkened, his tone firm. "I won't be separated from my mom!"
Nangong Yehen curled his lips, a mysterious smile on his face. "Your brother is coming back next week. Don't you want to bond with him?"
"He and Mom need to bond more."
He wondered how Mom would react when she found out she had another son.
"From now on, you'll all live with me," Nangong Yehen said, his tone commanding.
"Including my mom?" Chu Junyu asked, then glanced around the spacious house, speaking leisurely. "This castle is big enough for the four of us to live in."
At that, a strange light flickered in Nangong Yehen's eyes. A family of four? Their family of four?
Such warm and intimate words, yet they felt foreign to him.
Seeing Nangong Yehen silent, Chu Junyu assumed he disagreed with living with Chu Lingzhi. Feeling frustrated and annoyed, he abruptly stood up from the sofa, grabbed his backpack, and with a gloomy expression, looked at Nangong Yehen. "Mr. Nangong, I think our current situation is fine. I hope you won't disturb the peaceful life my mom and I have from now on. I don't even want to know how I came into this world anymore."
Mom had lost her memory and couldn't recall Nangong Yehen.
But Nangong Yehen hadn't forgotten. He should remember clearly how he met Mom, why they had them, and why he abandoned them.
Since he wasn't willing to talk about it, Chu Junyu wouldn't force him.
Even though he longed for a father's love, if it meant losing his mother to gain it, he'd rather not have it.
"Without my permission, you can't leave here," Nangong Yehen said flatly.
"You and my mom didn't have us because you were in love." Chu Junyu looked directly into Nangong Yehen's eyes, stating it with certainty.
Nangong Yehen raised an eyebrow. Love? Those two words felt increasingly foreign to him.
"Why do you say that?" the man asked, curling his lips with interest.
"Five years ago, my mom was still in college and had a childhood sweetheart boyfriend. They had a great relationship. And you had a deep relationship with your girlfriend too."
Both were already taken—how could they suddenly fall in love?
And if people in love had children, why would they separate?
Anyone with a bit of sense could figure that out.
A cold glint flashed in Nangong Yehen's deep eyes.
After a long pause, he finally spoke slowly. "You're no ordinary kid."
Chu Junyu wasn't modest at all. "Mom taught me well, and I study hard—that's why I'm so smart."
Nangong Yehen looked at him. "Knowing I'm your father, aren't you happy?"
He cared deeply about his feelings, about how he saw him.