Chapter 118: You Are Not My Grandson

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Tong Yunrou took her handbag from the car and looked at Duan Xiuqi with a hint of surprise. "Xiuqi, what's wrong?"

He replied indifferently, "Nothing."

Tong Yunrou looked with satisfaction at Duan Xiuqi’s forehead; the bruise from being struck a few days ago had already healed.

As the two walked toward the banquet hall, they could faintly hear the thunderous roar of Old Master Duan coming from within before they even reached the doors.

Old Master Duan was nearly driven insane by the group. The veins on the old man's neck bulged, his tiger-like eyes were wide, and his rage was overwhelming.

Pointing at Xu Xingchen, Old Master Duan’s voice trembled, "So, so you knew your mother hired someone to murder my grandson, yet you acted as if you knew nothing?"

Xu Xingchen was truly the center of attention now. Beads of sweat as large as beans rolled down like rain, soaking his suit jacket in no time.

Xu Xingchen was unable to defend himself. It wasn’t that he had known beforehand, but rather that he had been clever enough to guess it.

However, he had indeed clung to a glimmer of wishful thinking and had not taken the initiative to come clean with Duan Xingye.

No matter how clever Xu Xingchen was, he was only eighteen. His mind was a complete blank, and he could only stammer, "Grandfather... I... I..."

Old Master Duan let out a sharp shout, cutting him off directly: "Shut up! Who is your grandfather? I am not your grandfather!"

Xu Xingchen’s face turned deathly pale in an instant. This sentence effectively severed all his paths of retreat.

Did this mean... he would never be accepted back into the family?

Had everything he had meticulously planned in his mind crumbled into nothingness?

Chaos. It was complete chaos.

The entire banquet hall had turned into a mess. Old Master Duan was beside himself with rage, the guests were whispering and murmuring, and the interrogation video continued to play on a loop in the background.

The ancestor found the volume too low and ordered Xueqiu to turn it up to the maximum. Not only could the guests inside the hall hear it, but even the security guards outside could hear every word clearly!

Although the incident regarding Duan Xingye jumping from the building had not made the news, it had become common knowledge among the elite social circles of Haicheng.

Everyone had long heard that the eldest grandson of the Duan family had a lively personality; how could he possibly choose to jump from a building at a time like this?

And what’s more, he hadn't even died after jumping.

Once they saw the man sitting next to Xu Li in the interrogation video, they understood—it was the famous Master Sun from Haicheng.

Bai Chuwei watched the chaos in the hall with satisfaction; this was her goal for the evening.

A well-groomed noblewoman rushed over from behind, her slender high heel kicking viciously at Xu Xingchen: "Get out! You, a bastard son, actually dared to harm my son? If anything happens to my son, I will never let you off!"

The woman speaking was Duan Xingye’s mother.

Xu Xingchen was nearly kicked to the point of vomiting bile by the sharp high heel. The disdainful gazes and mocking eyes of the crowd swirled in his mind.

Duan Feihan, who had remained silent until now, watched Xu Xingchen coldly, appearing completely unsurprised by the scene. He nodded to the security guards nearby: "Take him out."

Everything had exceeded Xu Xingchen’s expectations. His eyes were bloodshot as he shouted, "Is being an illegitimate son something I could choose?"

Bai Chuwei found this amusing; she picked up a banana and began to peel it.

Duan Feihan’s gaze turned icy, his voice stern and cold: "You cannot choose whether you are an illegitimate son, but a person’s character is shaped over time."

"I do not believe that someone like you, who can calmly watch their own brother die, has any integrity!"

Xu Xingchen was rendered speechless instantly, looking at them in utter despair.

The next moment, a single sentence from Old Master Duan cast him into an inescapable abyss:

"You are not my grandson. As long as I am alive, don't even think about stepping foot into the Duan family!"