CHAPTER 251: 8.38

What Mr. Fu didn’t expect, and even the doctor didn’t, was that before the liver compatibility test, with just a blood type check, a thunderclap exploded in his mind.

"AB!? AB!? Are you kidding me?!"

The old man, already weak and sick, almost had a stroke on the spot. His fingers clenched the report so hard it crumpled.

He was type O.

That woman, she was type A.

So how the hell did she give birth to a child with AB blood?!

That bitch!

No wonder this son had never looked like him!

He should’ve known. He should’ve known!

It hadn’t even been that long since someone sent him those scandalous photos, his lover rolling around with the fitness coach. He’d brushed it off, but now?

Maybe it wasn’t the first time.

Back then, he believed she was still a sweet, obedient girl. He’d seen those photos and still didn’t question this child’s paternity. He hadn’t verified anything.

Now he regretted everything.

The doctor stood frozen. He had a horrible feeling he’d uncovered something best left buried, but what could he do? The test results were clear. Not telling Mr. Fu would’ve made things worse later.

Watching Mr. Fu shake with rage, his face darkening by the second, the doctor cautiously stepped in, "Sir, please don’t be too upset. When we got the first result, we thought it might be a mistake. So we retested to confirm. The results are definitely accurate. But... you need to calm down. You haven’t fully recovered, and getting angry will only damage your liver further."

The man paused, realizing how that sounded.

He didn’t want to stimulate the patient. But if he didn’t report the result now, he’d be held responsible later.

Mr. Fu: "..."

For a moment, he didn’t know whether the doctor was trying to calm him down or deliberately piss him off.

"Where is he?!"

Mr. Fu’s voice trembled with fury. He wanted to tear Fu Xiaotian and his mother to pieces.

The doctor forced a laugh, "Young Master Xiaotian saw the blood type report, and his vision went black. Next thing we knew, he was gone."

"Cough! Cough, cough, cough!"

Mr. Fu’s face went from blue to white. He doubled over, coughing violently, choking on air.

"Sir?!"

The doctor rushed over to administer first aid.

"Hahahaha..."

Back on the island, a silver bell-like laugh rang out.

Jiang Jiamian had both hands on his waist, laughing so hard he almost choked like Mr. Fu. "So wait... is Fu Xiaotian really not his biological son? Or did you tamper with something in the hospital?"

He recalled Fu Yanchen’s cryptic line about ’one last big gift’ for the old man and suddenly, everything clicked.

Fu Yanchen gave him a frosty look, "Are you doubting my methods?"

Jiang Jiamian instantly understood, "Oof. Filthy. Absolutely rotten. Even I feel like bowing down."

What’s fake is fake.

And what’s real? Fu Yanchen can make it fake too.

That’s how poisonous he is.

Suddenly, Fu Yanchen grabbed his hand and laced their fingers together tightly. His expression turned more serious than ever.

"Thank you."

Jiang Jiamian blinked. "Huh? For what?"

Fu Yanchen’s gaze softened, full of affection and intensity. "For healing my leg... for giving me a chance to stand up again. And even more, for seeing all my darkness, my cruelty, and not pushing me away. You still smile with me. Jiamian, you’re the greatest luck I’ve had in this life. My greatest happiness."

Jiang Jiamian shuddered and rubbed his arm. "Ugh, so corny! Did you unlock your ’cheesy love talk’ skill by accident? Or did I fix your legs so well that you walked straight into an oil field and got covered in grease?"

Fu Yanchen: "..."

He paused for a long moment, then frowned, "Was that... too greasy?"

He had been totally sincere.

Jiang Jiamian raised an eyebrow, lips curling, "Too greasy, but it’s fine. I like fried dough sticks!"

Fu Yanchen burst out laughing, "As long as you like it. You can eat it however you want. Just know this fried dough stick... is a little thick. A little hard."

Jiang Jiamian: "..."

He’s choosing not to understand that, thank you.

"Let’s go."

Fu Yanchen glanced at the approaching helicopter, then turned to take Jiang Jiamian’s hand. "After directing such a big production, we should finally watch the finale live."

Jiang Jiamian rubbed his hands excitedly. "Let’s go, let’s go! I’ve been waiting for this part."

This world’s miserable and powerful bigshot really knows how to put on a show.

He was really starting to wonder how Fu Yanchen lost in the original timeline. If he did lose, it must’ve been some kind of forced plot kill.

Sure enough, just as they returned to the villa, and before Fu Yanchen had even sat down, his phone rang.

Mr. Fu was calling.

This was the first time in a long while since Fu Yanchen had heard from him, not since his accident and being stripped of his heir status.

"Hello? Who is this?"

He didn’t avoid the call. But the cold indifference in his tone was more alienating than a rejection.

"Yanchen... It’s me. Your father."

The voice on the other end was tired, full of age and fatigue.

"Oh. Something wrong?"

Fu Yanchen leaned lazily against the back of the sofa, his posture relaxed, tone casual, neither warm nor cold.

Hah.

So now that one son had tried to kill him and the other turned out to be illegitimate, the old man finally remembered him?

Fu Yanchen sneered silently.

Or maybe... no. It’s not about guilt.

He probably just needs a liver.

"Yanchen, I’m in the hospital. This whole thing has caused such an uproar across the city. How could you not know? You didn’t even think to visit me?"

Mr. Fu’s voice rose, full of wounded pride.

In his eyes, this was a massive scandal, one son arrested for patricide, and he himself hospitalized. It had made headlines.

There was no way his eldest didn’t know.

Fu Yanchen, expression flat, replied, "Don’t say that. If I knew, of course I’d visit. But you know how it is, ever since my legs were injured, I haven’t left the house. No matter how loud the world gets, I can’t hear it."

Mr. Fu choked on silence.

After a long pause, he gritted out, "Now that you know, come to the hospital. If you meet my needs, the Fu family heir title is yours!"

"Tsk!"

Fu Yanchen let out a laugh. "Still dangling that heir nonsense? You, of all people, should understand, you can’t bribe someone with a broken company. You really think a little bait will get your sons scrambling again?"

Mr. Fu was so furious that he almost dropped the phone. His brief moment of weakness turned into a sneer, "So you’re saying... you don’t want it?"

"Right now, the Fu company is being squeezed by Jinsheng on all sides. It looks shiny on the outside, but it’s rotting from within. Why would I want a crumbling mess?"

Honestly, it’d be better to burn it down than take it over.

"But..." Fu Yanchen added lightly before the old man could explode again, "We’re still father and son. You’re sick. Of course I’ll come visit."

If he wanted to kill the old man with rage, he’d at least let him die understanding exactly who did it.

But on the other end of the line, Mr. Fu mistook that as a compromise. His tone lifted again, eager, "Then come now."