She kept her marriage a secret for three years, then divorced and was forcefully pampered by a power

Meng Yu pressed his brow and chuckled softly.

"Attorney Huo, you truly live up to your reputation; I can't refute you. However, we'll just have to wait and see who Shao Yan ends up with."

Huo Xiao flicked his cigarette ash, his brows furrowed indifferently.

"I'm afraid you won't have that chance. My wife is pregnant, and I have no intention of letting anyone else be the father of my son."

Huo Xiao got into the car and, unsurprisingly, saw Meng Yu standing there, frozen in place.

Even after Huo Xiao's car had completely disappeared from sight, Meng Yu was still not recovered from Huo Xiao's words.

When he finally realized what was happening, he punched the wall.

His hands were covered in blood.

No wonder Shao Yan dared to lie to the old man with her pregnancy test report; it turns out she was carrying Huo Xiao's child.

Meng Yu took out his phone and made a call: "How's it going?"

"President Meng, Huo Xiao's DNA is not so easy to obtain."

President Meng said coldly, "If there are no facts, then fabricate one. Let public opinion verify the truth. Tomorrow, we'll buy up all the media channels in Beicheng and put the news of the sister being pregnant with her brother's child on the trending topics."

He said he wanted to see just how capable Huo Xiao was.

Moreover, he believed that there was someone who would definitely not let Huo Xiao off the hook.

Before that, he decided to send a message to Shao Yan to let her know what kind of person this man she had fallen in love with really was.

Shao Yan was engrossed in several important recent projects related to the Honda Fit in her office.

She had long since put Meng Yu's matter out of her mind. Since Han Yifei had taken over, it meant that she would be unable to participate in all of Meng's projects for a period of time.

Therefore, she didn't bother to open the messages Meng Yu sent.

After finishing my work, my assistant Fengying called.

"Mr. Shao, the car has arrived."

Shao Yan stood up and straightened her clothes, a faint smile curving her lips: "I'll be right down."

Feng Ying carried Shao Yan to the largest airport in Beicheng, where the roar of airplanes breaking through the air currents could be heard in the clouds.

She was wearing a trench coat and a baseball cap that covered most of her face. When the first flight landed, Shao Yan saw Song Qingyan and Cheng Yuxin, with Zeng Qier standing next to them.

All three of them were waiting for someone.

Ten minutes later, a tall man with a face almost identical to Song Qingyan emerged from the airport.

Song Qingyan was very excited, and Cheng Yuxin next to him also had tears in her eyes.

"Xiaoxiao—"

Cheng Yuxin longed to rush up and hug her son immediately. She had left him abroad for twenty years and was eager to bring him back.

Song Qingyan's eyes were also full of joy.

As soon as Song Xiao appeared, he was taken into custody by several uniformed police officers.

They tried to take him away without saying a word.

"Are you sure you haven't mistaken me for someone else?"

Song Qingyan and Cheng Yuxin were both stunned.

Zeng Qi'er quickly made a phone call. Song Xiao, with his eyes tied behind his back, looked completely bewildered.

Song Qingyan watched his son being taken away and angrily snatched Zeng Qier's phone.

"Get me Director Guo; I need to speak with him."

Shao Yan pulled her hat brim down even lower and stood ten meters away to watch the show.

Only after seeing Song Xiao being put into the car did she slightly curl her lips and say to Feng Ying, "Let's go."

Feng Ying's car followed closely behind the police car, only stopping in front of the police station.

She still didn't go in, remaining at the door.

Two hours later, Song Qingyan, accompanied by his lawyer, angrily bailed Song Xiao out of the building.

Feng Ying also copied a document from it and handed it to Shao Yan.

"Mr. Shao, Song Qingyan wrote down in his bail document that he and Song Xiao are biological father and son. He also obtained a paternity test certificate from the hospital."

This was exactly what Shao Yan wanted. Her gaze fell on Song Xiao's birth date, but the date made her pupils shrink suddenly.

No, logically speaking, Song Xiao should be older than Shao Yan, but why is he five years younger than her?

While altering one's age might be plausible, the information Shao Yan found showed no evidence that Song Xiao's birth date was falsified.

Therefore, Shao Yan gripped the documents in her hand tightly.

Song Qingyan and Cheng Yuxin have a biological child, and she still hasn't found out who the father is.

But it's okay.

With this evidence, Shao Yan has already secured enough.

At the shareholders' meeting three days later, Song Qingyan's wish to arrange for his own son to join the Song Group will likely be dashed.

"Let's go back to the company."

She has gotten what she wanted, and the next few days are for her to rest and recharge.

Back at the company, she continued with her work. When Huo Xiao picked her up after work, he took her back to her apartment.

Pushing open the door, she saw a delicate violin placed in the center of the living room.

"That is—"

Shao Yan's eyes widened. This violin was a gift from her mother to her when she turned eighteen, marking her coming of age.

But where she went after that, even she herself didn't know.

"I saw it at a university graduation sale. I didn't think too much about it and just bought it to see if I liked it."

A university graduation sale?

How could her things end up in a place like that?

I was in college when my mother had her accident, and at that time she had no time to take care of her own things.

Later, the Shao family fell into Song Qingyan's hands, and what followed was that she sold her mother's belongings to marry Meng Yu.

As for the luxury items he once owned, he didn't see a single one.

Shao Yan walked over and gently picked up the violin in her hands; the body of the violin still bore the marks of her previous use.

She picked it up and placed it on her shoulder, wiping her eyes a few times, and tears involuntarily began to fall.

How did you know it was me?

Huo Xiao walked over and turned the violin over. The words "Gifted to my beloved daughter Shao Yan" were engraved on it.

It was custom-made and engraved when her mother bought it as a gift for her. It's unique.

Shao Yan held the violin in her arms, as if she could see her mother's endless love for her.

She couldn't resist placing the violin on her shoulder and stringing it.

Huo Xiao sat down on the small sofa in the living room.

Without him noticing, a glass of red wine appeared in his hand, and he sipped it while admiring her as she became engrossed in it.

The melodious violin music seemed to pull him back to their innocent era, where the image of a girl in a white dress walking under a flowering tree would unconsciously intrude into his dreams countless days and nights.

For countless days and nights, Huo Xiao dreamt of making love with Shao Yan, only to wake up and find it was all just a dream.

Until that time, he truly possessed her, as if his long-cherished wish had finally been fulfilled. His heart, which had been as calm as still water, finally began to ripple, and life began to have something truly worth looking forward to.

As Shao Yan was engrossed in the moment, she suddenly felt a pair of hands moving around her waist.

The piano music suddenly stopped, and Huo Xiao took the opportunity to kiss her lips.

"Do you like it? It's a gift for you. Consider it an apology for everything I did before, Yan Yan, please forgive me."