Chapter 1060: Chapter 1060: Did He Say I’m an Illegitimate Child? “Right, aren’t you her bridesmaid?” Yin Mo saw He Qing’s suspicious expression and quickly replied with a look of sudden realization, “Yes, I have a special relationship with Qiaoqiao. Whenever she sees me, she has to call me Second Sister.” He Qing squinted his eyes, instantly calculating in his mind, “Really?” Would Li Qiao, with her cold personality, call someone Second Sister? He Qing had only interacted with Li Qiao once, knew little about her, yet could still gauge her character through her behavior. And Yin Mo’s slightly boastful tone was full of flaws. She and Li Qiao probably weren’t as close as she claimed. Without much interest, He Qing shook his head and didn’t wish to waste more time, calling out toward the outside of the private booth, “Your Little Litchi asked her sister to bring you some words. If you still regard old times, why not listen to Cheng Wen.” He Chen, unmoved, took a drag on his cigarette, “Back in the day, I let you take over, not to let you pimp around.” “He Chen, don’t be so damned ungrateful.” From the bottom of his heart, He Qing despised him, crushing the cigarette butt into the ashtray, sarcastically remarked, “If you could truly see people in need and refuse to help, you wouldn’t have come over today.” He Chen tilted his head back, exhaled deeply, “Seems like the other news, indeed, is false.” He Qing’s brows furrowed slightly, “What are you talking about?” “Go back and take care of your mom…” As He Chen spoke, he pulled Yin Mo to her feet, “Tell her, don’t die too early, or I’ll only be able to whip her corpse.” He Qing became furious, “He Chen!!!” Standing by the curtain edge with Yin Mo, He Chen stopped and slightly turned his head back, “Meeting my woman behind my back, can you handle the consequences?” He Qing’s face darkened like water but then curled a disdainful smile. He didn’t care about the consequences He Chen claimed. Outside the curtain, He Chen and Yin Mo left side by side, Cheng Wen persistently chasing after them a couple of steps, “Sis…” Before uttering another word, Yin Mo spun around and made as if to hit her, every move reminiscent of a bristling kitten. He Chen hurriedly held her back, whispered something in her ear, and instantly smoothed down the kitten’s fur. Before leaving, He Chen shot a glance at Ah Tai, who took the hint, pondered for a while, and turned toward the bar. Later, when Cheng Wen was in the restroom washing her face, she inexplicably bumped into someone, who slapped her thrice without a word. Seemed like a woman, moving very quickly, hitting and then fleeing. Cheng Wen was stunned, and she immediately returned to the private booth to complain to He Qing. Meanwhile, nobody noticed a waiter returning to the bar, reaching out to Ah Tai for money, “Three hundred thousand.” Ah Tai felt his heart, “Why don’t you just rob someone?” The female waiter, expressionless, pulled out her phone, “If the boss knows you’re defying his orders…” Silently, Ah Tai took out the checkbook, wrote a three hundred thousand check, and respectfully handed it over, “Same root born, why the damn urgency to fry each other, take it, take it, don’t tell Brother Chen.” He, a dignified man of seven feet, truly couldn’t bring himself to hit a woman. But half the service staff in the underground bar were Brother Chen’s confidants; finding anyone to beat up Cheng Wen wouldn’t be hard. For example, the fierce woman before him, strong enough to break bricks with one hand, saying nothing, after slapping Cheng Wen thrice, her face won’t swell down anytime soon. In the parking lot, He Chen forcefully stuffed Yin Mo into the Maserati’s co-driver seat, getting into the car and revving the engine, swiftly leaving the underground bar. The car window was half-down, biting wind whistled into the cabin, ruffling Yin Mo’s fringe. The car was speeding, but Yin Mo wasn’t afraid. She casually took out her phone and started flipping through the album. The album held several dimly lit photos. They were pictures of the documents He Qing had given her, which she had sneakily snapped. In less than ten minutes, the sports car screeched to a halt on a side road. Yin Mo was caught off guard, her body leaning forward due to inertia, causing her phone to slip underfoot. She exclaimed in surprise, turned her head, and before she could discern He Chen’s ominous expression on his handsome face, her red lips were seized harshly. He Chen seemed angered, kissed brutally, sucking and biting her lips with no tenderness at all. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ NoveI-Fire.ɴet Yin Mo winced, furrowing her brows and hitting him, “You… take it easy…” He Chen’s actions instantly eased a bit, changing from biting to licking, yet the grip on her nape did nothing but tighten. “What did he tell you?” Yin Mo pushed against his chest, panting and turning her face away, “Didn’t say much before you showed up.” He Chen, half-turned, had another button on his shirt pop off due to the previous intense movements. His breathing was heavy, mixed with unknown emotions rather than lust. His throat bobbed as he murmured mockingly, “Did he say I’m an illegitimate child?” Yin Mo was slightly resistant to this label, frowning lightly, “You’re not.” “I am!” He Chen’s gaze grew darker, his attitude extremely negative, “Even committing murder and arson, all kinds of evil, I even killed my grandmother, I…” His words were abruptly halted by Yin Mo’s unremarkable tone, “She wasn’t your real grandmother. If it were me, I would kill her too.” He Chen’s breath became heavy, waves of emotion surged beneath his elongated eyes, “Yin Mo, I’m the He Family’s illegitimate child who cannot see the light of day…” Does she understand what that identity represents? In South Sea, he was the King of the underground in West City; but in Parma, he could never escape the label of an illegitimate child. From childhood to adulthood, countless people mocked him for being a low-born child, he grew up eating the He Family members’ leftovers, even the servants bullied him. The bigger the family, the more relentless their insistence on lineage. Just because he was the illegitimate child secretly born of his mother, even after being brought back to the main family, he could only stay in the backyard sheds, perpetually lacking food and clothing. No one knew the He Family had an illegitimate child, merely assuming he was a servant’s child. It wasn’t until a He Family birthday banquet that he met the less-than-three-years-old yet highly adored Young Master of the Shang Family, Shang Shaoyan, in the backyard. He Chen was lost in those unspoken memories, unable to return to reality for a long time. From the start, he shouldn’t have let Yin Mo get involved; due to a man’s absurd sense of dignity, He Chen never intended to honestly disclose those disgraceful pasts. Because of his humble background and suffering many setbacks, he feared most that Yin Mo would follow Cheng Li’s path. Ever since, He Chen dared not underestimate a woman’s vanity. Yet, the He Family seized every opportunity relentlessly. In the car, the silence allowed him to hear the footsteps of passersby outside. Yin Mo bent down to pick up her phone, brushed off the dust, and remarked calmly, “Don’t talk like that, we all have one nose and two eyes. Even if He Qing has a legitimate background, he is a small person.” If it came down to lineage, she might still fall short compared to He Chen.