“Not about Zhong Ze, then he must come for Zhong Teng. Why didn’t he just say he was Zhong Teng’s father when he introduced himself?” Mo Xiaomo thought.
“And what did you want to see me about?” Mo Xiaomo sat on the other side of the couch and looked at Zhong Nanping nervously.
“About the child.” Zhong Nanping took out a picture and put it on the coffee table. Mo Xiaomo only glanced at it, then she understood.
The people in the picture were Qingbao and Zhong Teng.
Qingbao smiled innocently, and Zhong Teng was full of joy. The whole picture was warm and sweet.
“You have already known all about it, so what did you come for?” Mo Xiaomo’s palms were sweaty and she dared not guess his intentions.
“Make me an offer.” Zhong Nanping pulled out a stack of blank checks and put them on the picture. Then he took off the Parker pen he had with him.
“What?” Mo Xiaomo was so surprised that she could hardly articulate her words.
“He wants to get Qingbao with money?”
“You can fill the number. Miss Mo, you are a wise man, so you must understand my difficulties as a father.”
Zhong Nanping pushed the check and pen towards Mo Xiaomo. He was still indifferent, only the wrinkles in his eyes reflecting the vicissitudes of life.
“He is priceless. No one can take Qingbao away from me. I decided to have him six years ago, so I will take the responsibility to raise him.”
Mo Xiaomo got up from the sofa. Her face was pale and her eyes were still red and swollen from crying.
“The child of the Zhongs, should return to this family.”
Zhong Nanping knew that there were many women who wanted to climb into the bed of their eldest son, but it was still very daring for some to bear a child without informing them.
He didn’t care who was right or wrong, he just wanted to fix it as soon as possible.
“Mr. Zhong may have made a mistake. Qingbao is the descendant of Mos, not Zhongs.” Mo Xiaomo felt that she was in a splitting headache and felt all her perseverance was in vain in front of the man.
But Qingbao is the only one she would die to protect.
“Are you going to make his last name Mo forever?” Zhong Nanping raised his eyebrows. Mo Xiaomo’s answer surprised him.
“If I were to get married, I would naturally find him a father, but that has nothing to do with the Zhongs.” Mo Xiaomo said word by word.
“He is the descendant of the Zhongs. How can he call other man father!” Zhong Nanping smiled. The emotion in his eyes was not obvious.
When Mo Xiaomo was thinking what to say in her mind, the office door was pushed open again and a woman rushed in who dressed gorgeously, with a flustered face.
“Nanping, what’s wrong with Ze? Why is he suddenly unconscious again?” It’s Zhong Ze and Zhong Teng’s mother Fang Keyu.
After Fang Keyu, the director came in a hurry and explained nervously, “Mr. Zhong, madam insisted on coming in. I couldn’t stop her…”
Wondering why the director was so respectful to the patient’s family, Mo Xiaomo glanced sideways at the hospital information on the wall, the name of the legal representative column wrote Zhong Teng!
This hospital is actually Zhong’s enterprise!
“Ze’s fine. Don’t worry. The little jerk’s fine.” Zhong Nanping’s mouth twitched and his voice softened to comfort Fang Keyu.
Mo Xiaomo frowned. “Fine?”
Thinking of Zhong Ze and the director’s deferential attitude toward Zhong Nanping, she suddenly understood, “Zhong Ze, is he pretending to be sick?!”
“You are Mo Xiaomo? In a stable mood, Fang Keyu went up to Mo Xiaomo and looked at her recklessly. The chill in her words made Mo Xiaomo shudder.
Mo Xiaomo’s eyes met Fang Keyu’s, but there was neither a trace of cower nor a trace of evasion.
“How did you and Teng meet?” Fang Keyu asked, and Mo Xiaomo knew that everyone knew about her and Qingbao’s existence.
But it was not surprising. Everyone in the hospital is working for Zhong. Anything happening will not escape from the eyes of Zhong Teng’s parents.
But how did she meet Zhong Teng? Mo Xiaomo smiled bitterly and could not reply to Fang Keyu.