Fu Yan Ting did not expose Lin Qian. After Lin Qian finished speaking, he raised an eyebrow and said indifferently, as if it were none of his business, "I don't care how excellent he is, he's not my son."
"What did you say? He looks so much like you, how could he not be your son? You're saying that on purpose to stop me from getting close to him, right?"
Lin Qian suspected she had misheard. What did Fu Yan Ting just say? Didn't he cherish this child?
Lin Qian knew that the ice between her and Fu Yan Ting had frozen for more than a day. If she directly tried to reconcile with him, he might not agree, which was why she had thought of building a good relationship with Yan Zi Tong.
She remembered how she had deliberately spent a hundred thousand yuan on toys for Yan Zi Tong in an attempt to appease him. Lin Qian had thought that if Yan Zi Tong said a few nice words to Fu Yan Ting, Fu Yan Ting would let go of their past grievances.
But what had Fu Yan Ting just said?
He said Yan Zi Tong wasn't his son?
Had she wasted his hundred thousand yuan?
At this moment, Lin Qian's face was as ugly as it could get.
She looked at Fu Yan Ting with astonishment.
Seeing Lin Qian's strong reaction, Fu Yan Ting's lips curved slightly, and his words chilled to the bone.
He said, "I have the paternity test results here. Do you want to see them?"
Yan Zi Tong, who had been hiding upstairs, excitedly ran out when he knew Fu Yan Ting had arrived. He knew that no matter what, Fu Yan Ting would not abandon him. His opinion of Fu Yan Ting improved slightly in his heart. After running out, he overheard Fu Yan Ting's conversation with Lin Qian, and Yan Zi Tong clenched his fists tightly.
To think that for so many years, his mother had loved this scumbag so deeply, and this was what the scumbag thought of his mother.
Yan Zi Tong narrowed his eyes coldly. He was determined to get justice for his mother.
Yan Zi Tong did not come down, but hid there, his gaze towards Fu Yan Ting becoming more distant and indifferent.
Yan Zi Tong knew that to get rid of that old witch, he couldn't rely on this scumbag Fu Yan Ting. He had to find a way himself.
Yan Zi Tong tiptoed back to his room, as if he had never come out.
Lin Qian, after all, was a woman who had seen the world. She glanced at Fu Yan Ting and asked, "Since you say that brat isn't your biological son, then why are you here?"
Lin Qian was not easily fooled. She knew very well that her relationship with Fu Yan Ting was not good enough for him to visit her so soon after being discharged from the hospital and while still recovering.
Therefore, Lin Qian had thought Fu Yan Ting had come for Yan Zi Tong. But now, after hearing what Fu Yan Ting said, Lin Qian knew she was wrong.
"Alright, since I'm not dead, shouldn't we settle our accounts properly?"
Fu Yan Ting said this calmly, but Lin Qian felt a hint of fear.
She saw that familiar yet strange ruthlessness in his eyes.
Lin Qian knew that Fu Yan Ting was completely disappointed in her this time.
But now, Lin Qian had to improve her relationship with Fu Yan Ting. Only then could Mu Qing and the Lin family have a chance to turn things around.
"Yan Ting, I was doing this for your own good. No matter what, I would never hurt or deceive you like Yan Xi. I am your mother!"
Lin Qian said softly.
Fu Yan Ting sneered.
He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a dozen stitches across his chest, forming a long, dense line that looked like a worm crawling there.
Lin Qian found it shocking to look at.
Yet, Fu Yan Ting seemed unfazed.
He walked step by step towards Lin Qian. Lin Qian suffered from trypophobia. Seeing the dense stitches on the scar made her scalp tingle, and she stumbled backward several steps, almost falling.
Lin Qian looked back and realized she had backed into a corner.
Lin Qian looked at Fu Yan Ting with fear in her eyes. She was too familiar with that look. In the past, when the Lin family was in trouble and she asked Fu Yan Ting for help, he had looked at the person who had extended a hand to the Lin family with that same expression.
And now, Fu Yan Ting was looking at Lin Qian with that very gaze.
Fu Yan Ting had no intention of letting Lin Qian off easily. He looked down at her from above.
He spoke word by word, "Do you think why I have this scar? This is the wound left when I let go of the blood that belonged to you. This wound reminds me at all times that I have nothing to do with the Lin family or you. So, don't try to blackmail me with family ties anymore. I won't fall for it."
"Yan Ting, let me explain, I actually..."
Lin Qian couldn't finish her sentence because she saw the mockery in Fu Yan Ting's eyes.
Lin Qian knew that she had indeed been too harsh on Fu Yan Ting. Now, Lin Qian truly regretted it immensely.
Lin Qian was still thinking about how to reduce Fu Yan Ting's hatred for her and help the Lin family.
Little did she know that upstairs, Yan Zi Tong had already packed his things and escaped.
Yan Zi Tong deeply understood a principle: when you're out in the world, you have to rely on your own wits. A scumbag father is unreliable.
However, he wasn't going to suffer a loss. He had been kidnapped by Lin Qian for so long, and even if he was escaping, he had to get back the losses from those few days. He took the more valuable toys in the room.
Lin Qian knew that confronting Fu Yan Ting was futile. But Yan Zi Tong called Yan Xi "Mommy," and Fu Yan Ting cared so much about Yan Xi. Even if Yan Zi Tong wasn't Fu Yan Ting's child, Fu Yan Ting wouldn't ignore Yan Zi Tong's life and death for Yan Xi's sake.
With this thought, Lin Qian signaled to the servant. The servant had been by Lin Qian's side for many years, and with just a glance from Lin Qian, she knew what she wanted.
The servant nodded and walked upstairs. However, ten minutes later, the servant came down from upstairs, her face extremely grim.
Seeing the servant come down with a pale face, Lin Qian couldn't help but frown and ask, "What happened again?"
The servant glanced thoughtfully at Fu Yan Ting. Lin Qian understood and walked aside. The servant whispered in Lin Qian's ear, "The little boy is gone."
Lin Qian's face changed drastically after hearing this.
Originally, she had thought of asking Fu Yan Ting to spare her this time for Yan Xi's sake. After all, although Lin Qian had brought Yan Zi Tong here, she had not harmed him.
She had provided him with good food and drinks every day and bought him so many toys.
Even if Fu Yan Ting blamed her, he wouldn't have much to go on. But now, Yan Zi Tong was gone.
Lin Qian and the servant thought that Fu Yan Ting didn't know their whispering. Little did they know that Fu Yan Ting could read lips.