Banned from marriage for 100 days, hateful imperial dictatorship

  Her eyes sparkled, and Feng Chen Mo's voice was loud and clear: "Of course it's mine."

  Xue Baichen's mouth moved slightly, and a hint of sharpness flashed in his eyes.

  He tied up his bandage and said, "You're not sure either, are you?"

  "Shut up! Of course I can tell."

  "Tsk, tsk, judging from your current state, you must not have a hundred percent guarantee with that child. Feng Shao, when did you also fall to the point of raising children for others?"

  "Xue Baichen, does Xingxing know you're back yet? Do you want me to give her a call and let her know?"

  Yingying is Xue Baichen's younger half-sister, they met when they were six years old. That woman chased him for over a decade and forced Xue Baichen to flee abroad. This time he returned home in secret, without telling his family members, precisely because he was afraid that Yingying would find out.

  Xue Baichen hastily raised his hands in surrender.

  "However, with your methods, if you want to, that child's identity can be completely determined, do you need my help?"

  Fengchen Mo fell silent for a moment, then shook his head.

  Xue Baichen smiled: "Are you serious?"

  Fengchen Mo smiled and didn't answer his question.

  Seriously? Is he really serious? He just does things based on his own will.

  Xue Baichen waved his hand: "I'm leaving."

  "Get out."

  Fengchen Mo turned around, staring at the tightly closed door in front of him, but his heart was filled with a daze.

  Xue Baichen understood him, so he knew he was serious, but he didn't know that until now, he still wasn't clear about his feelings for Xiao Xiao, were they fresh? Were they dependent? Were they because of the child? Or something else?

  He looked at his hands, these hands that once only belonged to one woman, would they become the reliance of another woman from now on?

  "Young master, I have been waiting for you in the front hall."

  "Got it."

  Feng Chenmo glanced at the door panel: "Guard outside, notify me immediately if there's a situation."

  Then, he turned around and left.

  In the hall, a woman sat on the sofa, holding a cup of coffee in one hand and stroking her pet dog beside her leg with the other.

  A well-maintained face can still show a glimpse of its youthful beauty.

  Fengchen Mo walked slowly down from the building and approached the woman.

  "How did you get here?"

  The woman put down the cup, turned her face back and said with a hint of sharpness hidden beneath her gentle tone: "My own son is injured, don't I as his mother have the right to come visit him?"

  Fengchen Mo smiled and sat down beside her: "Chen Bo has always been like this, making a big deal out of nothing, saying it's the end of the world for something so trivial. Look at me, I'm fine, yet you rushed all the way here, couldn't you have just called?"