Chapter 593 Extra – Hou Jinheng, All the Bamboo Shoots Were Taken by Dad

Chapter 593 Extra — Hou Jinheng: Dad Stole All the Good Stuff

My name is Hou Jinheng. Mom’s my favorite, and I only like my dad a little bit. Sometimes, I don’t like him at all.

He’s always hogging Mom. He takes her out to eat delicious food behind my back and often locks the door at night so I can’t go in.

When Mom’s belly got big, he grinned like a fool every day, saying his precious daughter was coming. Then Mom gave birth to Hou Jintan. Hahaha, I was thrilled.

I was happy for two reasons. First, Dad wasn’t happy. Second, just like he doesn’t seem to like me much, I could tell he didn’t like Hou Jintan either. Third, Mom and Grandma both said I’d finally have someone to play with.

Then Mom’s belly got big again, and Dad got all worked up, saying his long-awaited daughter was finally coming—the best things come to those who wait, and the most treasured things arrive last. I also wanted a cute little sister, so I got excited with him. But then Mom gave birth to Hou Jinyi.

Not only was Dad disappointed, but so was I. Dad is such a liar—nothing he says is true. I’ll never believe him again. How could Mom give birth to yet another ugly little brother? Just like when Hou Jintan was born, he looked like a little monkey.

Even though Dad acts like he can’t stand me, Hou Jintan, or Hou Jinyi, he still does everything he’s supposed to. He feeds Hou Jintan his formula, changes Hou Jinyi’s diapers, and even bathes me and makes my meals.

Hou Jintan’s such a dummy. If Dad tells him to go to Grandma, he actually goes. But we were all born from Mom—we should go to her! Mom is so much better. Seeing how dumb he is, I just have to drag him along with me to find Mom.

Dad’s been getting grumpier, but I’m not scared of him. If he yells at me, I’ll just tell Mom and Grandma.

Grandma has to take care of Hou Jinyi, so she doesn’t have time to watch me and Hou Jintan.

While the nanny wasn’t paying attention, I took Hou Jintan and ran to find Mom again.

Mom shoved Dad off the bed, and Hou Jintan and I each cuddled up to one of her arms as we slept. I was afraid I’d wander off in my sleep to another room again, so I got up and locked the door. That way, I couldn’t leave, and Dad couldn’t come in. Hahaha, I’m so smart.

The next day, Dad found me and said with a serious face, “Hou Jinheng, you’re big enough now. There’s something I can’t hide from you anymore.”

He pulled a letter out of his back pocket and said, “Hou Jinheng, actually, you’re not our biological child. Your mom is really your aunt, and your dad is Su Ping. Your mom is Ren Shan. You were born to them, but we raised you.”

Even though I’m only six, Grandma taught me to read a long time ago. I took the letter and read it.

The letter basically said that my real parents had no choice but to leave me with my aunt to raise, but they still loved me and hoped I’d grow up well.

It looked real, but Dad is a liar. Every time he says I’m getting a sister, it turns out to be that idiot Hou Jintan or that crybaby Hou Jinyi.

I looked at him suspiciously. “I don’t believe you. Did you write this?”

Zuo Zuying gritted his teeth at the little munchkin. “It’s the truth! See, this letter proves it! Otherwise, why do your cousins Siran and Siting have the last name Liu? Because their dad is Liu. Why does Aunt Ge’s baby have the last name Li? Because his dad is Li. If you were really my child, I’m Zuo—so why is your last name Hou?”

“Think about the kids around you. Doesn’t your Uncle Zhao Gang’s Binbin also have the last name Zhao? What about the neighbors, Dandan and Ya’er—don’t they all share their dads’ last names?”

Hou Jinheng fell silent. After a moment, he said, “But Hou Jintan and Hou Jinyi also have the last name Hou. I saw Mom give birth to them.”

For once, Zuo Zuying looked at him with kindness. “Because your mom and I didn’t want you to feel left out, we gave them the last name Hou too. You saw them come out, but did you ever see yourself being born?”

His face twisted with guilt, uneasiness, and pity. “Besides, you recognize my handwriting, right? This isn’t mine. It’s really from your real dad.”

Hou Jinheng was sure this was Dad’s handwriting, but Dad sounded so heartbroken and sincere that he hung his head in shame.

It seemed he really had been mistaken. He wasn’t Mom and Dad’s child. His real dad was Su Ping, and his real mom was Ren Shan.

He read the letter a few more times, his eyes welled up with tears as he wondered if he could still stay in this family or if he should go find his real parents.

Seeing his eldest son like this, Zuo Zuying comforted him, “Hey, tough guys don’t cry. Listen, Su Ping and Ren Shan are the uncle and aunt you met before. Remember when you went to City A? Well, your Uncle Zhao Gang and Aunt Shuyu are going back there soon. You can tag along with Binbin and the others to find your real parents.”

Hou Jinheng’s jaw dropped. “You mean… that uncle and auntie from City A are my real mom and dad?”

"No wonder, no wonder they were so good to me, no wonder I liked them so much, no wonder you're not good at all, boo hoo~"

Zuo Zuying's face stiffened, "So you want to go find your real parents? Then I'll pack your things for you. Your Uncle Zhao Gang is leaving soon, so you can go with them. It's fine. Even if you're not my biological son, you'll always be my son in my heart. You can still call us Mom and Dad, and you can come back to stay whenever you miss us."

Hou Jinheng nodded blankly—of course he had to go find his real parents.

"Then stay right here. I'll go get your things." Zuo Zuying hurried off to pack for Hou Jinheng, this little troublemaker.

Hou Jinheng thought about it and still couldn't bear to leave his mom here. Crying, he went to say goodbye to Su An. He wanted to tell her that even though she wasn't his real mom, he would always love her.

But when Su An understood what was happening, she told Hou Jinheng he really was her biological son. Then she grabbed a mop and went after Zuo Zuying, yelling and even beating him so hard it made Dad cry.

Hou Jinheng remembered it clearly—Mom kept laughing at Dad's crying but tried not to laugh out loud. She sat with her back to him, shoulders shaking as she lowered her head.

Dad thought Mom was crying too, so after he finished crying, he went to comfort her. Grandma, holding Hou Jinheng, also scolded Dad. Honestly, Dad was kind of pitiful. Oh well, he forgave him—after all, he was stuck with such an unreliable father.

Dad still competed with him for Mom’s attention. He often bought her new dresses, did her makeup, taught her skincare, and gave her massages. Hou Jinheng thought Dad did all this just to monopolize Mom.

Later, to avoid him and his two brothers, Dad even tricked Mom into going abroad for a trip. He was such a scheming smooth-talker—serves him right for never having a daughter. Mom said three kids were enough and refused to have more. Dad listened to her.

Dad didn’t get his daughter, but I got a sister. When I was 10, Aunt gave birth to a little princess—the much-adored first daughter of the northern business circle.

They said her birth shocked the entire provincial business world. The whole city of A was decorated with red silk ribbons on roadside trees, and fireworks lasted all night, just like New Year’s.

Things got even wilder later. Every time Dad mentioned Xiao Ruyi, his face filled with envy. He said the eldest princess not only inherited Aunt’s high IQ and quick wit but surpassed her.

At 16, she took over Zhihang Group from Aunt and immediately began bold reforms. Later, she led the new generation of the provincial business circle, even competing with the capital’s elite for deals. She even beat up their "crown prince" and proudly declared to turn their province into the next Hong Kong.

Dad tried everything to send me to Uncle’s place. He said I should cling to the eldest princess, grow up with her, and become childhood sweethearts. With her backing, I could do whatever I wanted. But Dad was always unreliable—did I even need to stick with anyone?