CHAPTER 878: CHAPTER 527: BIRTH MOTHER

The electric light dissipated, and Ji Xinghuo and Zhao Manying were already seated in the magnetic levitation car, rapidly driving out of the Star Realm Department.

"That idiot Li Xuan, how dare he disturb you." Zhao Manying snorted contemptuously.

"Just ignore him."

Ji Xinghuo had a poor impression of Li Xuan, but there was no life-and-death feud. As long as Li Xuan didn’t stick to him like glue, he wouldn’t do anything to him.

"Hmm." Zhao Manying nodded, "Where are we going?"

"Yunhai is inviting us for dinner tonight. It’s said to be a century-old specialty restaurant, the location is quite remote, with guaranteed privacy, and he’s been urging us to try it several times." Ji Xinghuo replied with a smile.

Lu Yunhai’s strength had increased substantially due to that dark crow poison, and his status in his wife Fang Yinpeng’s family had also risen significantly.

Nowadays, his name was known worldwide, yet true friends were few.

Ji Xinghuo cherished them greatly.

Three hours later.

The restaurant indeed lived up to its name; Ji Xinghuo and Zhao Manying returned satisfied, even taking some parcels back for Qing Hong, to let it taste the gourmet food.

"Roar roar."

Qing Hong’s eyes lit up after a couple of bites, raising a paw in approval.

Doomsday also leaned its head over, sniffed, and retreated. It had been hanging around Qing Hong, eating and drinking these days, and also learned to taste human food, but its palate was more finicky than Qing Hong’s. Only a few foods could please it, and it would tire of them after a couple of tries.

While gently stroking the dragon horn on Doomsday’s head, Ji Xinghuo established a closer relationship with it while idly scrolling through his phone.

Suddenly, a call came in.

He answered, smiling: "Big Sis, still not resting so late?"

"Aren’t you still up?" Ye Dongyun’s image was projected, glancing around the living room, "Where’s Manying?"

"She’s gone to take a bath."

"Oh." Ye Dongyun nodded but didn’t continue the topic.

Ji Xinghuo could immediately tell she had something to say.

"Did something happen? Or have you run into difficulties in your cultivation? Big Sis, just tell me, I can surely help you solve it."

Ye Dongyun’s talent was rather average, at most slightly below average. Despite having abundant resources and guidance, and working diligently and tirelessly, spending most of her time cultivating, her evolution speed was still not very fast.

"It’s not about me." Ye Dongyun hesitated, "Actually, it’s about you. I’ve been considering this for a long time, and I think it’s best for you to decide yourself."

"About me?"

Ji Xinghuo looked puzzled.

"Yes." Ye Dongyun had clearly thought about it for a long time, "Feifei was the first to tell me. She’s now in the entertainment industry, aiming to become a star singer. Early last month, Feifei and her team met someone at a music gala, and that person made a request, wanting to meet you."

Ji Xinghuo was indifferent; too many people wanted to meet him nowadays.

Family, friends, and classmates had all encountered such requests to act as intermediaries for introductions to him.

The intentions of those people were obvious.

He hadn’t met a single one.

"Just tell Feifei to refuse." Ji Xinghuo said.

"That’s what I thought too, but that person’s identity is not ordinary." Ye Dongyun said softly: "Her name is Xin Yimo, and she claims to be your biological mother, with photos of you right after you were born."

Ji Xinghuo was stunned.

Xin Yimo, the name was very unfamiliar but not forgettable.

On his 22nd birthday, he had seen his birth records and information about his biological parents. Xia Qingyu, Xin Yimo, their past affairs, the process of abandoning him entrusted to the government, and their signed statement voluntarily relinquishing guardianship.

In the Star Realm, Ji Xinghuo had already met Xia Qingyu.

He was a natural libertine, apart from being a bit of a playboy, there weren’t many flaws.

Ji Xinghuo regarded him as a regular friend and a passerby in life.

As for Xin Yimo, Ji Xinghuo didn’t have any special feelings either, neither resenting her for abandoning him at her life’s low nor expecting to find maternal warmth from her; he didn’t want to disturb her life, hoping both could live their own lives peacefully.

However...

Ji Xinghuo shook his head secretly; it seemed Xin Yimo didn’t think so.

Seeing him speechless, Ye Dongyun couldn’t help asking: "Third brother, is she really your birth mother?"

"She should be." Ji Xinghuo nodded.

He had never mentioned the name Xin Yimo to anyone; Xia Qingyu hadn’t returned from the Star Realm, so only Xin Yimo herself could have known.

"Ms. Xin said she found out Ji Xinghuo was you only after watching your videos, and mentioned you look exactly like your father." Ye Dongyun said, "Feifei originally didn’t want to bother with her but thought it seemed legit after hearing her out, so she told me."

Ji Xinghuo glanced at Ye Dongyun, "Big Sis must have investigated, right?"

"I knew I couldn’t hide it from you." Ye Dongyun smiled wryly, "I had to be careful with such a matter, couldn’t rush into telling you."

She sent over a document.

"This is the information I commissioned an investigation into, Third Brother, take a look yourself."

Ji Xinghuo opened the file and quickly skimmed through it.

As the head of the family, Ye Dongyun was already a formidable woman, now wielding a family fund worth hundreds of billions. Leveraging the wealth of the fund and the influence of being Ji Xinghuo’s elder sister, she held significant power domestically.

Just through private connections, she had investigated Xin Yimo’s situation thoroughly, including her current in-laws.

After abandoning her son, Xin Yimo returned to Hai Xia City, engaging in film and television work.

She met her current husband two years later.

She got married at the age of 30.

For a woman of modest background, with a decent resume, competent work abilities, and considerable beauty, marrying into the Qi Family, significantly influential in Hai Xia City’s entertainment industry, amounted to a class transition.