Chapter 17: Bad Genes? Don’t Have Kids
Wow.
He looked so proper and dignified—who would’ve thought…
But maybe it was because they’d already heard too many explosive pieces of gossip these past few days. Aside from mentally condemning domestic abusers to hell, Yu Bai wasn’t actually that shocked.
[When he gets drunk, he hits his wife. And he even brazenly brings home the son he had with another woman. No wonder Madam Nie completely lost it—on Nie Ying’s eighteenth birthday, she handed him the DNA test report as his birthday present. Her revenge on that father and son.]
[If you ask me, that was too mild. They’re not short on money. She should’ve printed a few hundred copies and handed them out at the banquet. One for every guest. It’s not like she’d be the most embarrassed one anyway.]
The entire class was stunned.
Damn. So we’re playing it like this?
As expected of you, Gu Yang.
Crack.
With a dark expression, Nie Ying crushed the glass in his hand. Blueberry juice mixed with shards spilled down, and several cuts opened across his palm.
The person chatting with him was an ordinary guest who had never seen such a scene before. He swallowed his words in fright and looked helplessly toward President Nie.
“What’s wrong with this glass? Who handled procurement?” Nie Runhua’s expression didn’t change. An assistant immediately stepped forward to apologize, fussed loudly over Nie Ying’s injured hand, and hurried off to fetch a medical kit.
“Born with divine strength,” Yu Bai muttered.
“He’s already cracking? We’re just getting started,” Ye Chen grinned like a weasel who’d stolen meat. “I’ve got a feeling today’s going to be a big show. Totally worth skipping my cousin’s funeral.”
Yu Bai: “……”
Class Eleven really was full of talents.
[Old Master Nie is still hale and hearty at his age, clutching the company’s real power tightly. Nie Runhua and his brother have been fighting openly and secretly for years. But he could never produce a child. For the older generation, having no heir is a huge problem.]
[Because of that knot in his heart, he’s always treated Madam Nie badly—called her a hen that can’t lay eggs.]
[But obviously, he’s the one who can’t perform~]
Nie Ying clenched his fists again.
The assistant hadn’t finished cleaning the glass shards, and the wound split deeper. He wailed dramatically about the young master’s injury while internally cursing this idiot for making trouble again.
[His size isn’t even longer than a lipstick sample. And when he’s not in good shape, he needs pills. Afterward, Madam Nie has to hug him and comfort him like a child—“Five minutes is great too!”]
[Even like that, he refuses to see a doctor and check if he’s the problem. Instead, he keeps chasing women—from girls in their twenties to widows in their fifties with three kids. Like a stud horse trying to mate with anything female.]
F-Fifties?
Yu Bai was dumbfounded.
Can someone that age even still…? Please don’t abuse the elderly!!!
Wait, how long is a lipstick sample?
[He finally got a housemaid pregnant. But maybe because the quality was so poor, she had to take countless hormone shots and hire the best medical team just to barely carry to term.]
[See? I told you—if the quality’s bad, don’t have kids. Look what came out in the end: Nie Ying, out here wreaking havoc on others.]
[You already got your kid. Why are you still putting on a show in front of Madam Nie? She knows what you’re like anyway. Might as well hold hands in bed and be good sisters.]
“Pfft.” Ye Chen couldn’t hold it in.
Gu Yang’s mouth was lethal.
Too bad Nie Runhua couldn’t hear any of this. Otherwise, his sanctimonious face would be priceless.
But knowing someone’s secrets and then watching them perform their carefully polished façade—that had its own kind of entertainment value.
For Nie Ying, however, there was no amusement. His gaze was vicious, as if he wanted to carve flesh off Gu Yang’s body.
“Why are you staring at my dear brother like that? Still mad he defended a special enrollment student instead of giving you face?” Gu Qingxu teased lightly.
Nie Ying gave a cold smile. “I don’t remember telling you about that. You seem pretty concerned about him.”
Gu Qingxu glanced at Gu Yang chatting in the distance. “Of course I need to keep an eye on him. Otherwise, who knows when he might slip out of my hands?”
He’d had someone investigate the special enrollment student who’d been in contact with Gu Yang lately—and it had been quite the surprise.
“Anyway, your dad threw you such a grand birthday banquet. You’re today’s star. Don’t look like you’re about to eat someone alive. People are watching,” Gu Qingxu reminded him kindly.
He added, “This chef wasn’t easy to book. I tried last minute before and couldn’t get him. Your dad really put in effort.”
“He only has one son. If he doesn’t put in effort for me, who else would he?” Nie Ying sneered, regaining a bit of confidence.
The assistant fixed the bandage with a professional smile, thinking bitterly: What effort? The boss just opened his mouth. I handled everything.
“This injury’s bothering me. I’ll go rest inside. Enjoy yourselves—I’ll come back for the cake.”
After patting Gu Qingxu’s shoulder, Nie Ying hurried inside as if his feet were on fire.
Gu Qingxu didn’t show it, but he found it odd. Usually Nie Ying fought like a madman, as if he didn’t feel pain. What was wrong today?
Upstairs, Nie Ying splashed cold water on his face. The bandage soaked through, stinging his wound.
The pain steadied him slightly.
When he stepped out, he ran into Madam Nie in the hallway.
“Mom.” He stood there awkwardly, blocking her path.
“Mm.” She nodded. “Isn’t it your birthday? Why are you standing here alone?”
He opened his mouth but didn’t know what to say.
Since he was little, he’d always asked her to attend his birthday banquets. She’d always decline coolly and politely.
Even today, she wore black—refusing to change for him.
But this year, he didn’t dare ask.
Gu Yang’s words haunted him like a nightmare.
Telling him he wasn’t the child of this elegant, noble-born woman.
That he was just the son of a lowly housemaid.
The thought made him want to laugh in disbelief.
How dare Gu Yang smear him like that?
He was Nie Runhua’s only son in his later years. The entire Nie Group would be his.
Yes, he looked down on special enrollment students like Song Yinxing. So what? One day, Song Yinxing’s lifetime earnings wouldn’t match his pocket money.
So he’d let his lackeys stir trouble. Watching the top student forced to kneel for ten thousand yuan—that had been amusing.
“Mom, I…” His throat worked painfully.
He could’ve asked her anytime these past days. But he hadn’t dared.
If he didn’t ask, the lie would disappear, right?
“Perfect timing.” Madam Nie smiled—rarely. “I’ve prepared your birthday gift. Come here.”
The smile he’d longed for felt like a death sentence.
Just like Gu Yang had said. Things were unfolding exactly as predicted.
Fear engulfed him.
His feet wouldn’t move.
Madam Nie looked at him strangely. Then her smile deepened.
“So you already know.”
The words exploded in his ears.
“I was wondering why you’ve been wanting to say something these days,” she chuckled softly.
“That’s right. You’re not my biological child.”
She gently took out the DNA report.
“Take it.”
He slapped it away.
“That’s not true! I don’t believe it!”
“I am your son!”
“You’re not.”
Three calm words shattered him.
“How could I not be?” he demanded hoarsely. “We don’t have any other children!”
“Are you trying to say… you have no children?”
She answered with silence.
“So you’re admitting you’re just a hen that can’t lay eggs?”
She paused, then said quietly, “You really are his son. Even the disgusting words are identical.”
“But as long as you’re his son, you can stay here and enjoy everything as the Nie family’s young master.”
Panic seized him.
“You’ve always treated me like air! Never came to parent-teacher meetings! You think I’m useless? Maybe I became like this because you never cared!”
“I smoked, fought, got arrested—just to make you look at me!”
His voice grew hoarse, eyes red.
She remained unmoved.
“You won’t even want your own child? What kind of mother are you?”
Her expression finally changed.
“You’re truly heartless,” she said faintly. “You’ve known, but to protect your pride, you won’t even face your real mother.”
“As for me? All these years, while that beast chased work and women, I never deprived you of anything.”
“Fine. If that’s how you want it…”
She yanked open a drawer. Inside were stacks of identical reports.
Before he could react, she rushed to the balcony and flung them into the air.
Sheets of paper rained down over the banquet below.
“I’ll give you one more gift.”
