Hiding her pregnant belly! The wicked ex-wife of the true young master has awakened.

"Golden Branch is missing?"

Ye Yu's voice was cold and sharp, "What are you pretending for? Things have come to this point, is there still any need to act?"

Ji Zhenfeng sat up from his chair, his voice slightly urgent, "I don't know when she disappeared?"

I had just finished looking for them in the morning, and they disappeared in the afternoon.

Ye Yu had a moment of doubt.

"This afternoon, Ji Zhenfeng, if you did it, tell me where Jinzhi is right now. I don't care what your relationship with Jinzhi is, her situation is special. If you don't hand her over, the Jin family will fight you to the death."

"It wasn't me."

He said that and hung up the phone.

I made a call, but no one answered.

The second call was hung up.

He found the phone number of his father's personal assistant, Aze, and called him.

It rang for a long time before they answered.

"Aze, where is Father? Did he bring Jinzhi home?"

Aze answered in a serious tone, "The master is at home, and the young lady is also here. The master said you can come back and attend to your own affairs, and you don't need to stay in Yuncheng anymore."

Sure enough, her father brought Jinzhi back with him.

The master bedroom on the third floor of Lingshan Manor.

Jinzhi had a long and dull dream, but when she woke up she couldn't remember anything, and her consciousness gradually returned.

She sat up abruptly from the silk quilt, her clothes unchanged.

She rubbed her head. That afternoon, she was waiting for a bus by the roadside when someone ambushed her, covered her mouth and nose, and she lost consciousness.

The room was dark, with only the faint moonlight casting shadows. I could vaguely make out the comfortable, light blue bed beneath me. The air was filled with a light ebony scent, mixed with the refreshing aroma of white tea.

It's not some abandoned car park or dilapidated house.

On the contrary, the environmental conditions are quite good.

Enveloped in a sense of unfamiliarity, Jinzhi was terrified and extremely wary, daring not to make any loud noises, her clear eyes darting back and forth in the darkness.

He slowly moved his body toward the edge of the bed, stretching out one leg, when a deep, solemn male voice suddenly rang out in the air.

"Go up."

"Holy crap!" Jinzhi blurted out, startled, she hugged herself with the blanket, her heart pounding. But she didn't hold back, and she wouldn't back down.

"Who the hell are you, you lunatic? Stop playing tricks, why did you kidnap me?"

A faint light appeared.

Jinzhi subconsciously covered her eyes with her hand. After her vision cleared, the surrounding environment came into view.

This is an extremely elaborate Chinese-style bedroom. The room is large, and every table and chair is finely crafted.

However, Jinzhi had no time to look at these things; she looked at the man in the wheelchair sitting not far away.

Although the man was middle-aged, his features remained handsome and well-proportioned. His dark eyes were calm and composed, revealing no emotion. A few strands of white hair at his temples did not make him look old, but rather added to his profound maturity, exuding the dignified and authoritative air that came from long years in a high position.

"One of the Ji family rules is that you are not allowed to use foul language, otherwise you will be punished by family law."

He lovingly touched the wooden box in his hand, his dark eyes fixed on Jinzhi.

"I am your biological father, Ji Jinliang."

Jinzhi's mind was a little foggy, and she waved her hand, saying, "Wait, let me think about it first."

"So I'm in Beijing now?"

The man said calmly, "Yes, this is my private residence."

They were still on the streets of Yuncheng in the afternoon, and in such a short time they managed to bring her to Beijing without anyone noticing?

He really is a formidable figure.

Jinzhi gave the man who claimed to be her father a cold look. "So, Old Deng, why did you bring me here?"

The man frowned in displeasure.

"You should call me father."

She's completely different from Ah Ling.

That's rude.

"Did you raise me? Have I spent a single penny of your money or eaten a single meal from your family? Even if we are related by blood, I won't acknowledge it. I'm just that mean-spirited, Old Deng. If you're impatient, just send me back."

Ji Jinliang raised her hand, and Aze entered from outside the door, handing her a report.

"Miss, please take a look."

Jinzhi took it; it was a DNA test report proving that Ji Jinliang was her father.

He casually tossed the things onto the table.

"Ji Zhenfeng showed it to me, but it's just a piece of waste paper, what's the use? I'll say it again, you didn't raise me, why should I acknowledge you? Give me my phone, I need to call home."

Ji Jinliang still maintained his indifferent demeanor.

"I didn't know you existed before, so I'm starting to take care of you now. The past is in the past, and from now on, the Ji family will be your only home."

"Your name is Ji Chengyue, and you are the eldest daughter of the Ji family."

"What you had at home before, you'll have here; what you didn't have before, you'll also have here. Take good care of your pregnancy and don't make any pointless struggles."

He raised his hand, and Aze pushed him away.

You're insane.

Jinzhi was never a good-tempered person to begin with, let alone when she was pregnant. Her temper became even worse. She grabbed a vase and smashed it before getting out of bed.

"Old Deng, let me tell you, don't act so self-righteous. I don't care what happened between my mother and you back then. From the moment I was born, you never cared about me, so I'm cutting ties with you."

"Why do you suddenly appear out of nowhere, acting like a big shot and deciding my future? Who do you think you are? Don't act so self-important and neurotic."

"Send me back, and we'll go our separate ways. Let's not disturb each other's lives. I'll pretend this never happened, or you'll regret it!"

A priceless Ming and Qing dynasty antique vase shattered at his feet. Aze gripped his wheelchair tightly, silently sweating for Jinzhi.

Since the wife left so many years ago, no one has dared to be so disrespectful to the husband, not even the young master.

The last person to speak to a gentleman like that would have been torn to pieces long ago.

Ji Jinliang's expression remained unchanged, still expressionless.

"It won't do you any good to provoke me. Take good care of yourself and don't make things difficult for yourself."

Aze pushed him away.

Jinzhi was puzzled; this person was really sick.

She caught up with him and blocked his way, her gaze falling on the wooden box in his arms. It was made of fine Phoebe zhennan wood and had a photograph pasted on it.

Jinzhi's mind went blank for a moment, then she realized what it meant, instinctively stepped back, and shouted:

"Old Deng, what are you hugging? You're really crazy, look at yourself, isn't that creepy?"

Ji Jinliang, like a heartless and emotionless robot, surprisingly handed over the box.

"This is your mother. Don't you miss her?"

"We must not be rude to her."

"Impossible, my own mother is buried in the ground!"

Ji Jinliang slightly raised his eyes. "I dug her out myself."