Xia Jinghuai is the illegitimate son of the Chu family.
But he knew that he was not actually a child of the Chu family. His mother had successfully entered the Chu family with nothing.
Growing up, he didn't know who his father was.
But the naive and stupid mother dreams of being a noble lady every day.
The Chu family is a behemoth in the business world and is at the top of the capital.
Chu House is located in a prime location in the city center. Every plant and tree here is extremely valuable. The appearance is more European and American style, with white wooden fences, pointed maroon roofs, white plaster walls combined with light red roof tiles.
Xia Jinghuai's mother took him into the house.
Xia Jinghuai timidly hid behind the woman, holding onto the corner of her clothes tightly with his pale fingers. The floor was made of solid wood with beautiful texture, so smooth that his face could shine through.
Xia Zihan is very beautiful, otherwise she would not have climbed into the bed of the leader of the Chu family.
Wearing a new limited-edition skirt from eosla, she has a slender waist and a slender neck. She is holding a brand-name bag worth hundreds of thousands in her hand.
Quiet like delicate flowers reflecting water, moving like weak willows blowing in the wind.
She is almost thirty, but she is still as delicate as a girl.
Facing the unfamiliar environment, Xia Jinghuai was very uneasy and could only follow Xia Zihan closely, his short legs trembling.
After a while, I finally saw my nominal father.
The man was well-kept, with a strong face and elegant eyebrows. He looked like a polite gentleman, with traces of time left in the corners of his eyes.
Sitting on the sofa, legs crossed and a book on his lap.
Chu Ye didn't seem to pay much attention to the mother and son. He had always been in the upper position and the one in control. He just raised his eyes casually and then looked away.
That cold gaze wasn't even on Xia Jinghuai.
Obviously, Xia Zihan had never seen such a situation. She was originally a person living at the bottom of society, and she was at a loss when facing the splendid villa.
Coupled with the man's lukewarm attitude, Xia Zihan was even more ashamed.
The gap is really too big.
No one knows why the leader of the Chu family married this worthless woman, not even Xia Zihan herself.
The staircase is spiral, with a dazzling chandelier hung in the middle. It is very long and hangs down from the top floor, like a waterfall dotted with diamonds.
A slender figure came down the stairs.
He is a young man with ink-drawn eyebrows, deep eye sockets, a high nose bridge, fair skin, and a look of indifference between his eyebrows.
Wearing an ordinary white shirt, he came to Chu Ye's side, standing upright, with a pair of black eyes cold and clear, without any emotion.
Xia Jinghuai, who was hiding behind the woman, secretly revealed half of his face and looked at her quietly.
Chu Ye turned the page calmly, seemingly indifferent, but with a coldness: "Where is Chu Yu?"
Xing Zhuo lowered his head, his voice was as cold as the tinkling of spring water, and the breeze blew through the forest, "I called, but she didn't respond."
Chu Ye closed the book carefully and clearly didn't say anything, but the oppressive feeling emanating from it was frightening.
His elegant and easy-going eyebrows darkened calmly.
No one in the living room dared to speak. Xia Jinghuai was not very courageous. He shrank back in fear and tightened his clothes.
Chu Ye's expression was uncertain. He waved to Xia Zihan, and Xia Zihan immediately walked over, and the boy stumbled behind.
He looked elegant and polite, but in fact his eyes were extremely cold, "This is Xing Zhuo, my adopted son."
Xing Zhuo's eyebrows were indifferent and he said, "Aunt Xia."
Xia Zihan showed a decent and dignified smile, and pulled out the boy hiding behind him. His sharp nails dug into the flesh of his white and tender arms. His eyes suddenly turned red, and he obediently endured without making a sound.
When Xia Zihan asked him to call this indifferent-looking young man brother, he also called him obediently: "Brother."
The boy with a milky voice has a delicate face, and his small face is as white and tender as a white rose.
But the young man just glanced at him faintly from the corner of his eyes and didn't respond.
Xing Zhuo's attitude was very cold, and he didn't even look at them directly. It was obvious that he didn't take the mother and son seriously.
Xia Zihan maintained a dignified smile on the surface, but secretly tightened her fingers on the boy's wrist.
——Deng-Deng-Deng
There was a sound of footsteps on the stairs.
Everyone's attention was attracted.
A slender figure walked down slowly.
He is a very beautiful person.
is a 'boy'
She looked very young, maybe fourteen or fifteen years old, but she was as delicate as if she were carved from white jade.
She was wearing a pure black turtleneck sweater with thin shoulders, which outlined the best-looking lines.
The skin under the cold light showed an almost sickly paleness, the forehead hair drooped naturally, the eyelashes were raised, the tail of the eyes was slightly raised, and the eyes were cold and emotionless.
He looked down at the people below with an expression of boredom and indifference.
When Chu Ye, who had always been lukewarm, saw the people on the stairs, his expression darkened and he said with a stern expression, "Chu Yu, you are really getting more and more unruly."
Chu Yu looked at the scene in the living room with cold eyes, his eyes were extremely cold, and after going down the last staircase, he finally made a sound of boredom.
"So, this is the person you brought back. Dad, why are your eyesight getting worse and worse?"
Her voice was clear and clear, with a bit of hoarseness, as if a feather had swept over her heart, making it tingling.
Even if it is ridicule, it is condescending.
'Young Man' is very young, and she has an innate sense of pride and nobility that makes her easily distinguishable from other people.
The Tianhuang nobles in ancient times were nothing more than this.
A blush of shame appeared on Xia Zihan's face, her eyes averted, she gritted her teeth and lowered her head, unable to look directly at that overly beautiful face.
The strength in his hands involuntarily increased, and his nails dug into the boy's flesh.
Because of the stinging pain, Xia Jinghuai came back to his senses. He withdrew his gaze and looked up to see his mother with her head lowered. Her twisted and ferocious face could not be seen as beautiful and moving as before.
Chu Ye just frowned and said, "Not polite."
Xia Zihan raised his head, with a soft and gentle smile on his face, and forced the boy who was hiding behind him out again, and said almost flatteringly: "Jing Huai, hurry up and call me brother."
It's eager, like an annoying stray dog.
The boy raised his head, his clear and clean eyes were like those of a child, his voice was soft and unconsciously coquettish, and the tips of his ears turned red, "Brother."
The young man who had always raised his chin slightly seemed to have noticed the boy now, staring down at him. The exposed skin was as white and delicate as fine suet jade.
The eyes were very dark, and the ends of the eyes were raised. The way he looked at him seemed to be looking at a ball of mud being trampled on the ground.
