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Mr. Chu Didn’t Know His Son Was Three Years Old Before the Divorce

# MOE # BIGSHOT # HEROINE CUTE BABY # VICIOUS Song Liangjiang married Chu Jingmo because of a mishap. After their marriage, Chu Jingmo suddenly disappeared. Three years later, they met again at a reception. Song Liangjiang was so shocked that she felt her soul leave her body for a moment. However, Chu Jingmo, a CEO, lightly said, “Miss Song, have we met before?” Song Liangjiang came back to her senses and she replied with a smile, “Of course not.” On the way back, Chu Jingmo closed his eyes to relax, but muttered slowly to himself, “Song Liangjiang… That’s a familiar name.”His assistant answered hesitantly, “She’s your wife, sir. To be precise, your former wife. Your mother made the decision to divorce you both a year ago.”Chu Jingmo: “...” He leaned back and relaxed once more. “Bring her to my room tomorrow. I want to talk to her.”At the same time, a miniature version of Chu Jingmo was eating at home. “Mommy, we don’t need Daddy.”

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40 Chs

Wash His Shirt For Him?

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Illegitimate son? Song Liangjiang sized up Xie Yu from head to toe, and he looked more and more like a scumbag.

Xie Yu seemed to be in a better mood. He took out his phone and said, "Why don't we add each other on WeChat? Then I can pay you when you get the laptop?"

Song Liangjiang's laptop was specifically bought for designing. It was very expensive, so she added the famous movie star's number without thinking. "Then it's a deal. You can't go back on your word."

"If I go back on my word, go find him. After all, he's someone who's registered as your husband. He won't be able to escape." After saying that, Xie Yu left happily before Chu Jingmo could fly into a rage.

After Xie Yu left, only the two of them were left in the office. Chu Jingmo tapped his fingertips on the table. "I like men?"

Song Liangjiang's eyes darted around. "Our agreement is that I'll help you deal with those unwanted attention, but there's no specific method stated."

"The unwanted attention is gone. Don't tell me after I divorce you, I won't have any offspring forever?"

Song Liangjiang immediately thought of the two rascals at home. It was unlikely for him to not have any offspring, but…

Song Liangjiang couldn't help but quip, "President Chu, do you have some misunderstanding about yourself? Someone like you has no other choice but to be alone, right?"

So what if he was good-looking? He had a nasty mouth.

"In that case, why would I want a divorce when I finally have a wife?"

"President Chu, you're capable and brilliant. Your looks are unrivaled and you're as talented as the famous poet Li Bai. As long as it's a woman that you like, she will definitely fall in love with you. When that time comes, the two of you will be in love with each other." Song Liangjiang was afraid that he really wouldn't want a divorce. "True love doesn't care about gender. When you meet your true love, she won't care about these rumors."

Chu Jingmo gazed at Song Liangjiang. She had really rattled off everything.

"The shirt I've changed out of is inside the room. Wash it and send it back."

"No way!" Song Liangjiang objected angrily. Her own clothes were all washed by Little Rice Ball. How could she wash his clothes?

"That shirt was dirtied to save you," Chu Jingmo reminded her.

The corners of Song Liangjiang's mouth couldn't help but twitch. If she had an ounce of shame, she wouldn't be able to utter a word of protest.

"That's just…" The coffee beans merely spilled, but Song Liangjiang didn't finish. She looked in the direction of Chu Jingmo's private room. It wasn't in his office. Could it be in the private room?

"Sure, I'll wash it for you. Wait for me," Song Liangjiang said as she rushed to the room. Li Chuan probably wouldn't lie to her about this.

Chu Jingmo's private room was as neat as his office. There was only a bed and a closet. The shirt he had changed out of was placed on a shelf by the door. At a glance, there were no models or blueprints.

Song Liangjiang turned back to look at Chu Jingmo, who was leaning back in his chair and looking at her. Her little feet, which were itching to flee, pressed down against the floor. She pulled down the shirt he had placed on the shelf. "All right, isn't it just washing clothes?"

"Remember, use your hands."

Song Liangjiang turned around and glared at Chu Jingmo. She wanted to throw the shirt back at his face, but she didn't dare.

After Song Liangjiang left, Li Chuan came in. Chu Jingmo stood by the window. Behind the blinds was the model of the Harmonious Flowing Stream and Goblets that he had hidden not long ago.

"You said she wanted this?"

Li Chuan nodded. "Miss Song doesn't seem interested in the models in the hall, except for this."

Chu Jingmo looked at the exquisite but slightly yellowed model. This was a birthday gift from Old Master Xuan Chi on his sixth birthday. It took the old man a year to make it because he knew that Chu Jingmo liked the design of the Harmonious Flowing Stream and Goblets.

Unfortunately, on the day after his birthday, Old Master Xuan Chi's house was burned to the ground.

That woman had good taste. She knew what was good.

Unfortunately, many of the details in the Harmonious Flowing Stream and Goblets had already been lost. It was a building that could no longer be replicated.

Instead of locating Harmonious Flowing Stream and Goblets, Song Liangjiang found a chore for herself. When she returned home, she wondered if she had been cheated.

The professor's wife came in to see her sitting on a stool with her feet in a basin as she washed the shirt. "What are you thinking about?"

Song Liangjiang couldn't help but ask, "Madam, I entered the place where the Chu Corporation stored their models today, but the Harmonious Flowing Stream and Goblets' model wasn't there. Wasn't it there?"

"That resort is considered the first one in the country. It was gone decades ago. It has been less than ten years since the Chu Corporation began to collect all these building models. It's impossible for them to possess the model of Harmonious Flowing Stream and Goblets. It's been so long and you still want to find that?" The old lady sat beside her and patted her foot for her to take it out. Then, she began to wash the shirt. "Whose shirt is this? Your senior's?"

But the fabric and design didn't look like something her student would wear. "Are you in love?"

"How is that possible!" Song Liangjiang immediately retorted. "But I heard that Chu Jingmo has a model of Harmonious Flowing Stream and Goblets."

"He does indeed. Old Mr. Xuan Chi made the model personally for him. The rumors say that its a complete replica, but no one has ever seen it."

Song Liangjiang was speechless.

So it wasn't in his office. Maybe it's at his house?'

"If I find the model, will we be able to replicate Harmonious Flowing Stream and Goblets?"

"That's impossible. Many of the intricate details of Harmonious Flowing Stream and Goblets have been lost, especially after the Xuan family died. Some of the structure designs had also disappeared." Madam sighed as she washed the shirt.

Song Liangjiang fell into a daze. "Was it really an accident that the Xuan family was burned to death? Did none of them escape?"

What's the difference between that and extermination?

"The conclusion of the case was due to a misuse of electricity in the Xuan household. In addition, everything in the Xuan household was made of wood. That explains why."

"But Madam, just because it's all wood, and Mr. Xuan Chi is an expert in the construction world. The waterproof and fire protection system should be done very well. It really shouldn't…"

"It's been so many years. You've been investigating Harmonious Flowing Stream and Goblets for so many years. Do you like it that much?"

Song Liangjiang nodded. "I like it very much. I feel that…"

She couldn't explain it. It was that feeling that hit her heart at once. She felt that this kind of building shouldn't just disappear, and more people should see it.

"Oh, you can't wash this shirt in cold water," the old lady suddenly exclaimed. When she scooped the shirt up, it was already wrinkled.

Song Liangjiang grumbled, "Why is it more delicate than a human?"

It was almost as unpleasant as its owner.

"Who does this shirt belong to?" The old lady was certain this time. It was definitely not something an ordinary person would wear. There was no brand or tag. It was probably custom-made.

Song Liangjiang glanced at the shirt, while her mind was still on the model. "It's just a piece of clothing. I'll just buy one and return it to him."

"This shirt doesn't look cheap. It's similar to the one your professor wore before. About a hundred thousand yuan."

Song Liangjiang was speechless.

How much? Had she gone deaf?