Chapter 46

**Chapter 46**

Shen Feirong thought, *Huh?*

Just then, his three children came over hand in hand. The youngest reached out as soon as they saw him, wanting to be held. Looking at the child’s little face, Shen Feirong’s heart melted—this kid was practically his mini-me. That voice had to be messing with him.

As he started to lift the child into his arms, the mocking voice echoed again in his mind.

“Well, well, well, this one’s actually his wife’s lovechild with her first boyfriend.”

Shen Feirong’s arm froze mid-air. Whether it was psychological or not, suddenly he couldn’t see any resemblance between them at all. He frowned and said coldly, “You’re big enough to walk by yourself.”

The kid’s lip trembled, on the verge of tears. But something about Shen Feirong’s expression scared them silent—tears brimmed but didn’t spill.

Still trying to hold onto hope, Shen Feirong reached down and gently patted the head of the middle child, smiling warmly.

“Well, well, well,” the voice sneered again. “This one’s the real kicker—your wife had this one behind your back with your workplace nemesis.”

Shen Feirong stiffened again.

*No wonder.* No wonder after he married Meng Yi’an, the man who once pursued her so desperately suddenly gave up entirely.

And their attitude toward him did a complete about-face. He’d assumed they’d just gotten over it. Since they worked together and saw each other constantly, he figured they were choosing peace over conflict.

Turns out, they were already sleeping together.

Defiantly, Shen Feirong took the hand of the eldest child—their firstborn, the proof of their love. Surely this one was his… Just one child. If even one was really his, he could still feel some comfort. But!!!

“Well, well, well,” the voice taunted. “Back then, Meng Yi’an only realized she was pregnant after breaking up with her ex. In a panic, she turned to Shen Feirong—and just like that, he became the unwitting father.”

The onlookers were stunned. They’d seen cuckolds before, but never on this scale. This guy had enough horns to start a deer farm.

In an instant, everyone looked at Shen Feirong with pity—as if mentally writing his obituary.

Blind with rage, Shen Feirong stormed toward the entrance of the banquet hall. There stood Meng Yi’an, chatting and laughing with another man.

Seeing him approach, she smiled brightly. “Feirong, good thing Wendong gave me a ride today. You should really thank him.”

Shen Feirong clenched his fists, eyes burning as he glared at Gao Wendong. Through gritted teeth, he spat, “Oh, he’ll get his thanks.”

“How about we all have dinner together sometime?”

“Great idea. Should I invite all your boyfriends too for a full harem reunion?”

That was the last straw. With a growl, Shen Feirong lunged forward and sucker-punched Gao Wendong right in the face.

Meng Yi’an screamed in shock. “Shen Feirong! What are you doing?!”

“What, did that hurt your feelings?” he snarled. “How many more bastards are you planning to dump on me, huh?!”

He raised his fist toward her.

She scrambled backward in panic, stammering, “F-Feirong… you know now… I meant to tell you… someday…”

Shen Feirong saw red. “You *meant* to tell me?!”

"Yes, Fei Rong," Meng Yi'an said earnestly.

At that moment, Gao Wendong added, "After all, we both love Yi'an so much—we'd die for her. We're no different."

"Huh?"

"I don't get it."

"Is this a real-life 'other man for love' scenario?"

The onlookers found it amusing. Thinking about it, Gao Wendong shouldn't really be considered the other man—he and Meng Yi'an even have a child together.

So the actual third party must be...

The crowd gasped in unison.

Shen Fei Rong's eyes reddened with fury as he shouted, "You shameless homewrecker! Who's the same as you? Both of you can just drop dead!"

Meng Yi'an frowned disapprovingly. "Fei Rong, how can you say that? I truly love you."

Lin Tingyue: "?"

"Is Meng Yi'an's heart like a durian—spiky and full of compartments? Seems like there’s still room for plenty more people in there!"

Wait, there's more?

Shen Fei Rong roared, "If you truly loved me, would you cheat? Would you have a child with someone else? I don’t want your so-called 'true love'!"

Meng Yi'an's expression suddenly turned complicated. "Fei Rong, it's not that I didn't want to have children with you, but..."

Whoa, that pause speaks volumes.

"Is there more to this?" Fan Qing asked excitedly, snacking on melon seeds. “Don’t stop now! More drama!” She even offered some seeds to Feng Shuiyun.

Feng Shuiyun pushed her hand away. So this was the thrill of live drama!

In that moment, she finally understood why Fan Qing loved gossip so much.

"Oh, so Shen Feirong has a low sperm count—he’s infertile. That’s why."

Shen Feirong felt as if the sky had collapsed. He staggered and collapsed, dazed.

Seeing his state, Meng Yi'an rushed to comfort him. "Fei Rong, even if you’re infertile, you don’t need to feel ashamed. You still have me."

Get the hell out!" Shen Feirong shoved Meng Yi'an aside and resumed attacking Gao Wendong.

Enough! Take it outside if you want to brawl!"

Wait—

Feng Shuiyun stood up. Was there more to this?

Fan Qing glanced at her mother, wondering if she’d shake Yue Yue for more details.

When nothing else happened after a long wait, Feng Shuiyun confirmed there was no more. She had security usher out the two still fighting—and the peacemaker.

Later, having gotten her fill of drama, Feng Shuiyun took the stage and announced the banquet officially began.

Bai Yaxin and Feng Shuiyun hit it off right away, wishing they’d met earlier.

Incidentally, Fan Qing and Lin Tingyue are good friends, but this was the first time Bai Yaxin and Feng Shuiyun had met each other. After meeting, they discovered how compatible they were.

However, this made Lin Rusong’s situation rather awkward.

Without Bai Yaxin by his side, and with Lin Yuhuan and Lin Chengyan each chatting with their own friends, Lin Rusong straightened his tie and decided to find someone else to talk to.

To his surprise, he spotted someone.

Lin Rusong’s eyes lit up as he raised his glass and walked over. “Mr. Fang, it’s been a while.”

Fang Jiancheng was mildly surprised to see who it was. “President Lin, I hadn’t expected to see you at Ms. Feng’s party.”

Lin Rusong replied, “My daughter is good friends with Ms. Feng’s daughter.”

“That explains it,” Fang Jiancheng smiled. “If I’d known President Lin would be here, I’d have brought my proposal.”

“You’re too kind, Mr. Fang.”

Fang Jiancheng clinked glasses with Lin Rusong and said, “I mean it—I genuinely look forward to collaborating with you. If you’re ever looking for a partner, don’t forget about me.”

“Of course.”

After making small talk and discussing potential future collaborations, Fang Jiancheng’s phone suddenly rang. He glanced at it, smiled to himself, and excused himself, saying he had something urgent to handle.

Lin Rusong understood and nodded, watching him leave before deciding to find someone else to chat with.

Lin Tingyue, holding a small cake, had somehow appeared beside him and asked, “Dad, what are you looking for?”

Seeing her, Lin Rusong’s gaze softened with affection. “Your mother left me behind, so I had to find someone else to talk to,” he said with a sigh.

Lin Tingyue tilted her head. “Dad, are you jealous?”

“Don’t be ridiculous!” Lin Rusong’s face flushed slightly at being called out. “I’m past that age.”

“If this isn’t jealousy, then what is?”

Lin Rusong: “!”

Bai Yaxin and Feng Shuiyun had also noticed the exchange and walked over. Bai Yaxin wanted to see Lin Rusong’s jealous reaction.

“Alright,” Lin Tingyue continued, “Weren’t you just talking to someone, Dad? Where did they go?”

Lin Rusong sighed. “That was Mr. Fang from Jiancheng Corp. He had to leave suddenly for something urgent.”

Lin Tingyue blinked. “Do you know what it was about, Dad?”

“I don’t know. Probably something related to his company,” Lin Rusong guessed.

“It wasn’t about his company.”

Lin Rusong froze. Did that mean Mr. Fang was also involved in some scandal?

Hold on—Lin Rusong thought. The most important thing right now was to steer clear of that Mr. Fang.

Lin Rusong occasionally glanced at Bai Yaxin beside Lin Tingyue and said, "Dad just chatted casually with him. We didn’t really click."

Lin Tingyue replied obediently, "I understand, Dad."

"This President Fang probably doesn’t even have time to click with Dad because he’s too busy thinking about sleeping with his son-in-law."

*Wait, what?*

Feng Shuiyun thought carefully.

She remembered she had a cousin who married a president surnamed Fang. Could it be this one?

The Feng family was tight-knit and protective. If something like this was really happening, Feng Shuiyun couldn’t just stand by.

After a quick word to Bai Yaxin, Feng Shuiyun left the banquet hall, asked where President Fang had gone, and took the elevator upstairs.

Meanwhile, Lin Tingyue also started moving. The Lin family, Fan Qing, and all the gossip-hungry onlookers followed behind her.

When they reached the upstairs hallway, Feng Shuiyun was still there. Seeing them, she greeted them and asked, "Why are you all up here?"

Lin Tingyue only then noticed how many people were trailing behind her!

Bai Yaxin said, "I might’ve had a little too much to drink. I feel a little dizzy and wanted to come up to rest."

Feng Shuiyun understood and replied, "The lounge is right over there. I’ll show you."

Meanwhile, Lin Tingyue was trying to figure out which room it was.

"That’s the one! It’s the last room on the left."

Feng Shuiyun and Bai Yaxin exchanged a glance. Feng Shuiyun immediately claimed the last room as the lounge—after all, this was the Feng family’s villa, and she had the final say.

As the crowd rushed forward, a mom and her daughter cut in front of them.

Feng Shuiyun hesitated. Was that her cousin up ahead?

Feng Xiurong shoved the half-closed door open. By the time the Lin family reached the doorway, they heard frantic voices from inside.

"Wife, why are you here?"

"Mom? Wife? Why are you both here?"

"Holy crap, is this a father-in-law and son-in-law getting busted in bed by the mother-in-law and daughter???"