Chapter 1499: Am I Really Your Biological Child?

Ye Congwen was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting her to be so direct.

He didn’t know how to start, “Jiaojiao, let’s have a good talk. You need to respect your mother.”

“Respect?”

The word made her laugh, ‘She accuses me of not being suitable for this job without understanding the situation, guesses whether my brother helped me get in through the back door, or assumes that I am kept by some executive. Is this what a mother should say?’

Ye Congwen’s eyes flickered, “Your mom is just overly concerned, she lost her temper.”

He wasn’t surprised at all.

Either he also agreed with Lin Shuyun’s words, or he didn’t want his wife to suffer grievances, so he wanted his own child to compromise.

Where did he get the nerve!

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t want to get entangled with him further, and asked, “Dad, am I really your biological child?”

“What nonsense are you talking about!”

Ye Congwen suddenly got agitated, “You are my own flesh and blood, for a lifetime! No one can change that, not even you!”

As soon as the words left his mouth, he couldn’t calm himself down for a long time. He glanced around and took two steps towards Nan Jiaojiao, deliberately lowering his voice:

“Jiaojiao, don’t think that just because we treated Shiqing well before, you should hold a grudge. You must understand that after you were taken away, Shiqing was the only one by our side, so naturally, we gave her all our love. After we recognized you, we also wanted to get along well with you, but you wouldn’t let us get close. You make your father…”

“You make me feel a kind of powerlessness, wanting to treat you well but not knowing how.”

Nan Jiaojiao looked at him calmly.

Not the slightest bit moved by these emotionally blackmailing words.

She lightly curled her lips, “You could have checked first before questioning me, about mom’s miscarriage three years ago.”

“What do you mean?”

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t reply, she turned around and left.

Ye Congwen wanted to stop her and ask, but an inexplicable panic left him rooted in place.

…

Bo Yanching picked her up after work and asked her what she wanted to eat for dinner.

Nan Jiaojiao pretended to look at the watch on his wrist, saying she worked half an hour overtime, and it would be too late to cook at home, so they might as well eat out.

“Hot pot?” Bo Yanching asked.

“Tired of it,” she said, resting her face against the window, “How about going to the food street, strolling and looking around?”

“Sure.”

The food street was difficult to park at, so Bo Yanching drove straight to the parking garage of the mall opposite and then led her out.

After walking a few steps, Nan Jiaojiao got hungry and chose a nearby hot pot restaurant. While Bo Yanching was ordering, she ran to the candied fruit shop opposite and bought a box of glutinous rice candied fruits skewered on small sticks.

“Didn’t you say you’re tired of hot pot?”

She shook her head, “But apart from hot pot, nothing else tastes good.”

Bo Yanching chuckled, took the candied fruit from her hand, there were only two candied fruits on the small skewer, with a ball of glutinous rice stuffed in between. She bit off the top one, and Bo Yanching used his finger to push up the bottom one, handing it back to her.

This hot pot restaurant had been open for many years, the environment was average, but the taste was good and the price was reasonable, making it a favorite among nearby college students and office workers.

When the pot base was served, a young couple sat at the next table, the boy didn’t ask what the girl wanted to eat. He ordered the dishes and said, “It’s all your favorites,” then put the bib on her.

The girl stretched out her arms, poutily acting spoiled, her voice sweet and not the least bit annoying.

The boy coaxed with a smile, “Baby, we’re outside, don’t make a fuss.”