1944: My Dad Is Not The Old Woman's Biological Son, Is He?

My Dad Is Not The Old Woman's Biological Son, Is He?

Ding Haonan looked at his mother expressionlessly. Grandma Ding scolded him angrily, "Look at the daughter you've taught to be!"1

"What did she do wrong?" Ding Haonan was tired; really, really tired. Apart from his despair toward his mother, he was also mocking himself.

"Is disrespecting your elders not wrong?!" Grandma Ding said shamelessly.

Ding Haonan opened his mouth but nothing came out after a long pause.

"Whatever you think is right, then. If you're not comfortable here, I'll give Big Brother a call and get someone to send you back."

"Are you chasing me away?" Grandma Ding asked incredulously.

Ding Haonan massaged his forehead full of fatigue. "You're unhappy here, aren't you?"

"If I'm unhappy, it's because that woman keeps making me angry. If you chase her away, I'll be happy," Grandma Ding said matter-of-factly.

"She's my daughter." Ding Haonan's voice became hoarse.

"I'm your mother." Grandma Ding did not think that she was wrong at all. Once more, she used her identity to suppress her son.

Ding Haonan raised his hand slightly before putting it down weakly. It was precisely because she was his mother that he tolerated her all this while. If it were not for Mo Fei's return, he would have tolerated his mother for the rest of his life.

Both his mother and daughter were his responsibility. He had the responsibility to take care of his mother and daughter. Yet now, his mother was forcing him to chase his own daughter away.

He was a father, so he understood how being a parent felt like.

However, he did not understand his mother.

He was the father of three children, and he knew what it meant to play favorites. He favored Mo Fei the most—that was the truth.

However, he would not make unreasonable demands on his two sons just because he played favorites.

Thus, he really did not understand how his mother ended up this way.

"If you like it here, we'll move out." With that, Ding Haonan turned around and left.

"Haonan, Haonan—" Grandma Ding was getting angrier after receiving treatment like this from her son.

"How can Second Uncle do this?" Ding Jiaqi helped to support the old lady who was trembling from anger. "Second Uncle has never been like this, Grandma."

"Nothing good happens after that little hussy arrives. Go to the study on the second floor and find your Second Uncle's seal." Grandma Ding's face was filled with resentment as though she was currently blinded by her anger.

Ding Jiaqi nodded. "But Second Uncle is at home. I'm afraid…"

"What are you afraid of? I'm here." Grandma Ding let out a cold laugh.

Meanwhile, Mo Fei and Mrs. Ding were still on their way to meet Mrs. Qian. She could hear the sounds of the two conspiring women through the earpiece. Mo Fei smiled coldly and truly felt sorry for her father.

"Mom, my dad isn't the old woman's biological son, is he?" Mo Fei asked curiously. Before she left, she had planted a bug under the dining table. She did not expect to sit through such a good show.

If they wanted to steal the seal, they would still have to go through Mo Fei. 

Hearing her daughter's words, Mrs. Ding turned around to look at Mo Fei. "Why are you suddenly asking about this?"

Mo Fei shrugged slightly and voiced out her thoughts. "I keep feeling like my dad was picked up from the streets, considering how the old woman keeps sucking blood from him."

"She's your grandmother." Mrs. Ding reminded Mo Fei with a sigh, but there was no hint of blame in her tone. "Furthermore, she's your father's biological mother."

Mo Fei was shocked—a biological mother who acted like her?

This was her first time witnessing this.

"Then why did she—" Why did she do this to her own son?

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