The appraisal center’s Doctor Tang received two samples: one was two strands of hair, and the other was Li Sheng’s blood.
He rushed an urgent test and hurriedly produced the identification results.
“President Li, I’ve already sent you the electronic copy of the images, and I’m delivering the paper version to you right now.”
“You previously said that once the results were out, the very first call should go to you. So I’m calling to inform you.”
Doctor Tang’s cultured voice carried a trace of a smile: “The two samples you asked me to compare, after appraisal, are confirmed to have a father–son relationship.”
Doctor Tang did not know that the blood sample belonged to Li Sheng. Therefore, he did not rashly say any words of congratulations.
He only truthfully informed Li Sheng of his appraisal results.
Listening to the voice on the phone, Li Sheng’s cold, stern face sank into silence.
After a moment, the call was hung up.
Li Sheng pressed to light up the computer in front of him. He switched to the search page and typed two words into the search bar.
“Monster…”
Following these two words, the search system automatically connected many questions.
Li Sheng browsed through these questions one by one, not knowing what kind of answers he might find.
Unlike the bad father sitting in the office on a computer, the little cub Feng Yuan, who was stepping on a stranger, was at this moment in deep water and scorching fire.
The man he was stepping on—who hadn’t yet coughed out water but was about to cough out blood—grabbed him up single-handedly and stood up from the swimming pool.
The man’s upper body was bare.
After Feng Yuan was lifted, his black-bean eyes saw the claw marks on the other party’s chest.
Red, with a bit of bluish bruising.
“Chirp.”
Feng Yuan let out a weak little chirp and even secretly drew back his little claws.
The man holding him was very young, looking at most just past twenty. His aura was very similar to Li Sheng’s, but his brows and eyes didn’t resemble him much.
That young face carried, between its brows and eyes, a kind of wild and unrestrained air.
His bearing was far from the kind of depth and tempered accumulation that Li Sheng carried.
Hiding his claws, Feng Yuan felt guilty while sizing him up.
He sized him up for a few seconds.
Feng Yuan tilted his head: “Chirp chirp?”
Did you bump into a ghost?
Though Feng Yuan was still young, he was, after all, a little phoenix!
A phoenix brings auspiciousness and protects the people. Since ancient times, the combat power of a great phoenix has been recorded in books.
Although Feng Yuan, this little phoenix, was still small, his pair of black-bean eyes was just like his dad’s—able to see many things.
The young man in front of him, whom he had mistaken, was wrapped all over with a heavy aura of ghostly energy.
Entangled by this ghostly energy, both his spirit and body would be affected.
Feng Yuan hesitated for a moment, then stretched out the claws he had just pulled back.
Both of his little claws hugged the man’s large hand, and his black-bean eyes squeezed shut tightly.
He was exerting strength!
The power of the phoenix carried the effect of driving away evil spirits. Feng Yuan practically used the strength of drinking milk, pouring all of the little amount of phoenix power in his body into the young man.
“Chirp.”
After giving away all his power, Feng Yuan’s small body went limp, collapsing weakly over the man’s hand.
His glossy black-bean eyes opened feebly, and his chirping sounds—without Qin Xun’s translation—couldn’t be understood by anyone.
The man seemed to sense that he had done something.
Their gazes—one big, one small—met. Li Ting suddenly narrowed his eyes, shaking the little chick in his hand.
“You’re not an ordinary little fat chick.”
Li Ting arched a brow and asked, “What did you just do to me?”
Li Ting’s intuition was terrifyingly sharp. He swept a probing gaze over the little fat chick in his hand.
Feng Yuan was so stared at that he actually felt a bit afraid.
“Chirp chirp.”
Put Yuan Yuan down.
Feng Yuan strained to support his powerless little body, wanting to struggle free from his hand.
But Li Ting did not loosen his grip.
Feng Yuan was tucked into his arms and carried into the changing room.
A moment later.
After changing clothes, Li Ting once again tucked the little fat chick into his arms and swaggered out through the main doors.
Feng Yuan, being taken away: “Chirp?”
He was dumbfounded as he was placed into a flashy sports car, the tuft of silly hair on his head blown into disarray by the wind outside the window.
The man personally driving the car stepped on the accelerator while laughing wantonly: “Little fat chick, sit tight.”
“If you jump out of the car, you’ll fall to your death.”
Li Ting’s words instantly frightened Feng Yuan—whose silly hair was already messy—into clutching the seatbelt tightly with his claws.
And this action of his greatly amused Li Ting.
Laughing heartily, Li Ting drove the car to the underground racing arena he had long arranged with others.
Here, he had an important race.
If he won, his archenemy would tell him where the grave of his ex-boyfriend—who had been dead for two years—was located.
If he lost, he would have to personally cut off his own right hand and feed it to the wolfdog raised by his archenemy.
“Little fat chick, I feel quite a connection with you.”
Inside the SSS-level difficulty underground racetrack, Li Ting was holding the little fat chick—whose black-bean eyes had gone blank with fright upon hearing the terms of his bet. Unhurriedly, he tied a red ribbon around the little chick’s head.
Embroidered on the red ribbon, with black thread, were two words: “Certain Victory.”
With a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, after tying the red ribbon, Li Ting grasped the little fat chick’s claws in his large hand and gave them a wave.
“Remember to cheer me on, okay?”
While Li Ting’s car was being serviced on-site, it had also been conveniently modified.
Feng Yuan was given a small-sized safety seat.
He sat in the safety seat, a red ribbon embroidered with “Certain Victory” tied on his head, and his round little body strapped in with a seatbelt.
He couldn’t take in a single word of what Li Ting was saying.
His black-bean eyes were brimming with tears. He wanted to find his father; he wanted to find Qin Xun.
Kidnapped, Feng Yuan clutched the seatbelt with his little claws, experiencing the racing with tears in his eyes.
Looking at his tiny appearance, Li Ting couldn’t help himself—he took out his phone and snapped a few photos, click, click, click.
After taking the photos, he casually posted them to his Moments, then turned off his phone.
“Alright, let’s take you for a spin first, warm up a little.”
As he spoke, Li Ting buckled on his custom-made helmet, then stomped down on the accelerator.
A fierce gust of wind came rushing in.
Feng Yuan’s black-bean eyes squeezed shut, as if facing death without fear.
Goodbye, Dad. Goodbye, little brothers.
Yuan Yuan is about to take off!
As Li Ting took off, Feng Yuan’s little head was nearly blown into mush.
He couldn’t think about anything else.
While Feng Yuan was racing cars over there, on the other side, inside the club, Qin Xun was searching for him to the point of near madness.
“Pull the surveillance for me!”
Qin Xun’s gloomy little face stayed tense as he gave a cold order to the manager: “I want to see the surveillance!”
The manager forced a smile: “Young Master, there’s no surveillance here.”
“The people who come here don’t want to be recorded, so we never set up surveillance.”
Although the manager said this, Qin Xun didn’t believe him at all.
The two of them were locked in a standoff when the commotion quickly drew over Qin Ke, the cousin whom Qin Xun had just embarrassed, along with a bunch of Qin Ke’s shady friends.
They learned that Qin Xun wanted to check the surveillance to look for the little chick he had brought in.
Qin Ke laughed uncontrollably: “Your chicken’s lost, what are you checking the cameras for? With that time, wouldn’t it be better to go to the kitchen and look?”
“Oh, right, Manager Yang, I feel like eating chicken. For lunch, arrange us a whole chicken feast.”
“Hahaha, that’s right, that’s right. Bring us a couple more roast chickens! Young Master Xun, since you like chickens so much, why don’t you come eat the chicken feast with us?”
Their malicious laughter and ridicule made Qin Xun’s already gloomy little face sink even further.
He didn’t step forward to argue with them.
He only asked: “Whose property is this place?”
Manager Yang turned a blind eye to the disputes between these young masters, pretending not to see.
After all, of the people here, he couldn’t afford to offend any of them.
“Young Master.”
Manager Yang softly answered Qin Xun’s question: “This place belongs to the Li Corporation.”
The moment he heard it belonged to the Li Corporation, Qin Ke became even more delighted. His already small eyes curved into narrow slits when he smiled.
He goaded Qin Xun: “Why don’t you go find President Li? President Li is kindhearted. Maybe, considering you’re an orphan with no parents, he’ll help you.”
This was pure mockery, spoken with biting sarcasm.
Who didn’t know that the Li family’s President Li Sheng had a cold face and a cold heart, and had never shown softness to anyone?
Even if Qin Xun went to find him, he was destined to hit a wall.
“I understand.”
As always, Qin Xun ignored Qin Ke and the others. He said a word to the manager, then, carrying the fertilizer sack he had brought for Feng Yuan, left the club.
He had no way of contacting Li Sheng.
So, he first went to Li Sheng’s company, where Li Sheng’s special assistant received him: “Young Master Qin, our President Li has just returned home.”
Hearing this, Qin Xun gave thanks and immediately turned to rush toward the house.
He kept chasing after Li Sheng’s whereabouts.
The information from the assistant was correct. Li Sheng had indeed gone home.
Clutching the appraisal report he had personally verified, Li Sheng returned home and sat there for a long time.
He sat in silence in the vast house, a place that exuded understated nobility everywhere.
It had nobility, but no sense of life.
He disliked having his home disturbed, so usually, the people who came for cleaning or maintenance would leave as soon as the work was done.
Now, holding tightly onto the report, he knew that soon this place would be filled with the noisy sound of chirping.
No one knew how much time had passed.
Sitting on the sofa, Li Sheng’s eyes flickered faintly.
He put away the report, then made a call to his household assistant.
After the call, he went out.
The household assistant, after receiving his call, was stunned for quite a while before efficiently handling the tasks he had ordered.
First: Add a children’s room to the villa.
Second: Hire a private medical team.
These two things left the assistant completely baffled.
“What’s going on?”
While handling the arrangements, the assistant muttered to himself, “Isn’t President Li single? Why does he suddenly need a children’s room?”
When the assistant brought in the people to redesign the house, they even ran into Qin Xun.
Not finding Li Sheng here, Qin Xun’s little face was on the verge of collapsing under strain.
He didn’t speak to the assistant inside the house, but left once again.
Two hours later.
With his little face drenched in sweat under the blazing sun, Qin Xun finally spotted Li Sheng’s car.
The car was parked at the entrance of Huasheng Street Alley.
At Feng Qi’s house, Qin Xun found Li Sheng.
Li Sheng and Feng Qi had been talking about something. Beside Feng Qi sat a large, cheap-looking backpack.
Inside the backpack were Feng Yuan’s little clothes, little shoes, and all sorts of old toys.
Before Qin Xun arrived, Li Sheng had looked at that bag of things and questioned Feng Qi: “That little bald chick can even wear clothes?”
Feng Qi squinted his eyes at the question.
If not for Qin Xun arriving in time, the scene between the two of them probably wouldn’t have been as calm as it was now.
“Uncle Feng, Uncle Li.”
Looking at the two men in front of him, Qin Xun knew that these two were both Feng Yuan’s guardians.
Li Sheng was also Feng Yuan’s father.
Clenching his fists tightly, with his eyes red under the gaze of the two adults, Qin Xun didn’t waste a single word and confessed truthfully: “I’m sorry. I lost Yuan Yuan.”
Feng Qi froze, hardly able to believe it: “Yuan Yuan’s lost? That’s impossible. Did you two just get separated? Don’t panic, Yuan Yuan knows the way. He’s very familiar with this area.”
“I wasn’t playing with Yuan Yuan around here. We went to Uncle Li’s club.”
“My cousin called me over, so I let Yuan Yuan wait for me in the lobby for a bit. But when I came back… he was gone.”
After Qin Xun finished explaining the whole process, Feng Qi’s gaze instantly turned into blades aimed at Li Sheng.
“Li Sheng, Yuan Yuan was on your turf, and he still went missing?”
Li Sheng’s heart also sank. Although he hadn’t fully digested the fact that the little bald chick was related to him by blood, at this point, he had already decided to bring the little bald chick back with him.
That the little bald chick could go missing. This was not something he had anticipated.
“What about surveillance? Didn’t you check the surveillance?”
“The manager said there’s no surveillance in the club. I couldn’t get any.”
Li Sheng: “…”
Li Sheng’s eyes darkened. He pulled out his phone and personally called the person in charge of the club.
Not even a few minutes after the call, a video was sent over.
In the video, clear as day, was the scene of the little chick being taken away.
Feng Qi and Li Sheng stood shoulder to shoulder, watching the video on the phone together.
Qin Xun was too small. Even standing on tiptoe, he couldn’t squeeze close enough to the adults.
Fortunately, after Feng Qi finished watching the video, he handed the phone to Qin Xun.
Qin Xun hugged the phone and continued watching.
Feng Qi then asked Li Sheng: “The one who took Yuan Yuan, who is he? Do you know him?”
Li Sheng: “…”
Li Sheng’s brows furrowed even tighter.
Although he very much didn’t want to admit it, in the face of the video, he still replied in a cold voice: “I know him. It’s Li Ting.”
Feng Qi: “?”
Feng Qi: “What’s his relationship to you?”
Li Sheng: “Same father, same mother.”
Feng Qi frowned as he heard this: “So, he’s your brother.”
Hearing that it was Li Sheng’s brother, Feng Qi felt slightly more at ease.
He nudged Li Sheng’s arm, urging him to call Li Ting: “Tell him right now to bring Yuan Yuan back to me.”
That Li Ting, although by blood he was Yuan Yuan’s biological uncle, yet, judging from his demeanor, Feng Qi couldn’t shake the feeling that he wasn’t reliable.
Li Sheng knitted his brows, and under Feng Qi’s prodding, spoke in an even, faint voice.
“Trust me. If I call him, Yuan Yuan’s situation will become a hundred times worse than it is now.”
Feng Qi: “What do you mean?”
Li Sheng: “Exactly what it sounds like.”
Li Sheng put it even more bluntly: “Since he turned eighteen, every year on his birthday, Li Ting’s wish has been for me to drop dead immediately.”
Feng Qi fell silent.
If Li Ting so eagerly wished for Li Sheng’s death, then regarding the little chick who was connected to Li Sheng…
There was no need to think about it. He would likely extend his hatred and get rid of the little chick ahead of time.
Feng Qi no longer brought up having Li Sheng make a phone call.
He changed the subject: “Do you know where Li Ting is?”
Li Sheng took back his phone and flipped through it.
After a few seconds, he lifted his gaze and handed Feng Qi a screenshot someone nosy had sent him from Li Ting’s Moments.
“At the racetrack.”
Analyzing the racetrack logo revealed in the photo, Li Sheng’s heart was swept with a streak of ominous premonition.
That infamously notorious racetrack had an extremely high mortality rate.
His eyelids twitched, but he didn’t tell Feng Qi the details about the racetrack.
He personally drove, taking Feng Qi with him as they left.
Qin Xun also silently followed into the car.
The group set out to retrieve the little one. The cub they were going to retrieve, at this moment, had his silly hair tuft blowing wildly in the wind.
“Chirp!”
On the long and winding racetrack, already more than halfway through, Feng Yuan, who had kept his black-bean eyes tightly shut, suddenly opened them.
He lowered his head to look at the car he was sitting in. His natural premonition of danger made his heart jolt. Immediately after, he began chirping frantically.
Help!
This car isn’t safe!
