Chapter 93: He Has A Daughter

Ye Lanchen retrieved his phone to call Chu Wuyou as soon as he discovered that imposter. This explained why he picked up the incoming call almost immediately at the first ring.

However, who could tell him what was happening?

Why was there a sweet and buttery voice calling him father?!

He had only acquired his marriage certificate several days ago, so the timing was out of the question. Besides, he had not even slept with his wife.

Ye Lanchen was overly surprised. For reasons unknown to himself, he felt a strange trembling sensation deep within his heart upon hearing that voice. It was an extraordinary feeling.

He was not one that went around sleeping with random women. Well, apart from that woman from five years ago. Suddenly, surprise flashed into his eyes.

Tang Zhimo, on the other hand, was also panic-stricken. He was frightened at the thought of having exposed their identities.

He did not expect Tang Zhixi would leap at him out of the blue, causing him to press down on the dial button by accident. Not to mention that Zhixi had shouted the word “Father!”

However, the silver lining was that he made the call using his own phone instead of his mother’s. He successfully discovered Ye Lanchen’s number from his mother’s phone and had just saved the contact in his own phone before Zhixi jumped on him.

Tang Zhimo contemplated for a second before crying into the phone. “Father, you, you better hurry home. Mom and nan have gotten into a fight and they’re going to tear the house down if you don’t come home soon.”

Uncle Nangong mentioned before that the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law had always been a huge conflict in a Chinese household. It often created a dilemma for the man who got caught in the middle.

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Therefore, this was the first solution that flashed across his mind when being pressured by this urgent circumstance.

The little girl Tang Zhixi widened her eyes in confusion. She turned to her two mothers that were speaking in the living room and shifted her attention back to her elder brother. She pouted her tiny mouth to express her great displeasure. “Elder Brother, you’re…”

Tang Zhimo’s hand flew to cover her mouth before she could expose that he was lying.

“Listen, Younger Sister, don’t you worry because Father’s coming home soon.” Tang Zhimo who had hushed his sister up was still worried to have raised Ye Lanchen’s suspicion.

Tang Zhixi blinked her rounded eyes in a daze but remained quiet.

The little boy’s words caught Ye Lanchen by surprise once more. He who was normally a miser with words could not resist but asked eventually, “Who are you again??”

He knew from the beginning that the person had made a wrong call but an inexplicable disappointment materialized in his heart nonetheless. This sudden change caused him to feel bad and he suddenly wished for the phone call to last a little longer.

The little girl’s voice particularly had tugged on his heartstrings.

“I’m your son, of course. Father, have you got Alzheimer’s disease? It’s only been one morning and you’ve already forgotten about your son? Are you a mess because you and mother had a row last night? Father, please don’t forget about me.” Tang Zhimo pleaded as if he was going to cry. His acting skills had reached the acme of perfection.

“You might have called the wrong number. I’m not your father.” Naturally, Ye Lanchen was not doubtful because the little boy’s voice was laced with childishness and sounded as if on the verge of crying.

“Ah? I’ve got the wrong number?” Tang Zhimo feigned a surprised gasp. “You’re not my father. I’m sorry. I’ll try to call my father again.”

Tang Zhimo heaved a sigh of relief and was ready to hang up the call.

“Hang on, what’s your name? And what’s your mother’s name?” Ye Lanchen’s eyes twinkled all of a sudden. The little boy told him earlier that his mother and grandmother were fighting and was about to tear down the house. However, why was there no sound of quarreling in the background?