Chapter 69

Weisheng Wenzhan paused in his steps and turned to look at Qiao Chuchu.

Qiao Chuchu, seeing him turn around, felt even more elated!

【Ah, my son is looking at me, it's me, I'm your mom! The one who wants you to be with Manman!】

She glanced around: 【Where's my Manman? Is my Manman with you?】

Weisheng Wenzhan: "……"

What son.

What Manman.

Who is this Manman she's talking about?

Annoyed, he turned and walked into the building, lowering his voice: "Give me Qiao Chuchu's file."

His secretary handed it over, adding in a hushed tone: "Qiao Chuchu's real name on her ID is Qiao Chu, but few people know her real name, so everyone calls her Qiao Chuchu."

"She lost her biological parents at the age of three, and her foster parents at ten. Although her household registration is still under the Qiao family, everyone knows she's actually the eighth daughter of the Pei family. After her guardians died, she lived with her brothers, but things fell apart when she developed an abnormal affection for them. She moved out and only recently returned."

Wenzhan: "? Abnormal affection?"

The secretary nodded seriously: "In short, she likes her brothers, and not just one—she wants all seven of them. She often threatens to kill herself to force her brothers to submit to her. So far, she's attempted suicide by overdosing on sleeping pills three times and alcohol poisoning twice."

Weisheng Wenzhan: "……"

He glanced at Qiao Chuchu, who had stealthily followed him.

At first glance, she seemed like an innocent peach, but she turned out to be a little psycho.

"Too bad," Weisheng Wenzhan sighed, browsing through Qiao Chuchu's file on his tablet.

The secretary was puzzled: "What's too bad?"

Weisheng Wenzhan: "She's too stupid."

If she were from their family, she would have built a magnificent cage, tied her seven brothers inside, starved them, and only fed them when they were on the verge of collapse. After a year or two, they would have fallen for her.

Besides, who cares about liking or not liking? Keeping their bodies was what mattered.

His finger slid across the screen, stopping at Qiao Chuchu's work.

Several comics appeared on his screen.

One of the male leads looked... very familiar.

Almost like a self-portrait of himself.

And in this "self-portrait," the man was holding a seductive blonde woman.

... They looked like a pair of extremely glamorous, Mary Sue-esque lovers.

He frowned and looked at Qiao Chuchu, who was sitting across from him.

They were in the self-service breakfast area.

Qiao Chuchu had found a spot where she could easily watch him, sipping her soy milk while pretending not to look at him.

She thought she was being very subtle.

In reality, she was as sly as a little hamster planning an escape, clearly feeling guilty.

He suddenly understood the meaning behind the term "son."

Weisheng Wenzhan's face darkened as he directly sat at the table across from Qiao Chuchu.

Their tables were right next to each other, so Qiao Chuchu would see him as soon as she looked up.

Likewise, her every move was now within his view.

Qiao Chuchu used her soy milk as a cover to glance at him, her lips curling up to her temples!

【Look at that nose, those eyebrows, that face, that body, that aura! Just like my son!】

【Such a stern, cold, and powerful figure, yet secretly a lovesick fool who can't live without my daughter. On the surface, he seems indifferent, but in reality, he's ready to give his life for her. With him being this handsome, I can only imagine how beautiful my daughter must be when she appears!】

【Ugh, I really have to thank Aunt Zhao for giving me that ticket, allowing my fictional character to come to life right in front of me!】

【I want to go up and talk to him, but... nah.】

Qiao Chuchu bit her lip, deep in thought: 【I'm me, my son is my son, and my daughter is my daughter. We're all separate individuals. I can't interfere in their lives, after all, they don't know me. I'm just the author who created them.】n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Weisheng Wenzhan: "……"

That made sense.

He almost thought he was a character created by Qiao Chuchu in her comics, rather than a real human born from his mother.

Qiao Chuchu suddenly let out a lewd chuckle.

【Hehehehe, I just want to watch him and my daughter be happy from afar. Hehehehe...】

Weisheng Wenzhan: "?"

At that moment, a young woman approached him: "Excuse me, can I add you on WeChat?"

Qiao Chuchu suddenly tensed up: 【No, don't add her WeChat in front of me! Otherwise, my son won't be pure in my heart anymore!】

Weisheng Wenzhan rejected her without hesitation: "Sorry."

The woman nodded regretfully and walked away.

Wenzhan coldly glanced at Qiao Chuchu.

Qiao Chuchu let out a long sigh of relief: 【Thank goodness, my son is still my son.】

Weisheng Wenzhan: "……"

He hadn't even considered adding her. He never spoke to unimportant people.

Qiao Chuchu, however, stood up pale-faced, her fragile heart on the verge of collapse: 【I think I should leave. What if this handsome guy has a girlfriend or a wife who doesn't look like my daughter? I might just faint on the spot.】

She lowered her head and prepared to leave.

But then, a voice she knew all too well came from across the table: "Mr. Weisheng?"

Qiao Chuchu looked up in surprise.

Ji Yanchuan stood beside Weisheng Wenzhan, smiling politely: "What a coincidence, are you here for fun too?"

Weisheng Wenzhan recognized him, and a flash of killing intent passed through his eyes as he slowly smiled: "Yes, and you, Young Master Ji?"

Ji Yanchuan smiled brightly: "I've been in a bad mood lately, so I came out for a stroll."

As he spoke, he inadvertently glanced at Qiao Chuchu, his gaze suddenly locking onto her—

"Crazy woman?"

Weisheng Wenzhan, following his gaze, naturally looked at Qiao Chuchu.

Qiao Chuchu ignored Ji Yanchuan and stared directly at Weisheng Wenzhan: "Are you... from the Wei Sheng Clan?"

Ji Yanchuan scoffed.

This crazy woman was actually trying to talk to someone from the Wei Sheng Clan?

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She was in for a rude awakening.

But the next moment, Weisheng Wenzhan stood up and extended his hand to Qiao Chuchu: "Yes, I am the eldest brother of the Wei Sheng Family, Weisheng Wenzhan."

Ji Yanchuan: "?"

Qiao Chuchu: "!"

She was struck like lightning and nearly fell backward!

Wenzhan reacted quickly, catching her in his arms: "Are you okay?"

Qiao Chuchu, as pale as death, leaned on his arm and shook her head: "I'm fine, I just thought of something sad."

【Pain! So much pain!】

【I thought it was fate, that my son was passing through my world, but this man who looks exactly like my son... is that unlucky bastard who died from anger, Weisheng Wenzhan!】

Weisheng Wenzhan: "???"

Qiao Chuchu, overwhelmed with sorrow, grabbed his hand: "Have you had an electrocardiogram?"

Weisheng Wenzhan: "?"

Qiao Chuchu, full of grief, continued: "Have you had a heart ultrasound? A coronary angiography? A brain CT?"

Weisheng Wenzhan's face turned green, struggling to suppress his urge to pull away: "No."

Qiao Chuchu gripped his arm: "Go get one."

With a motherly concern, she said: "Don't push yourself too hard. If you have a stroke or a heart attack from anger, you might just die."

Weisheng Wenzhan forced a smile, grinding his teeth: "I'm already angry, but whether I die from it... that's another matter."