Chapter 144: Young Master, did you secretly stand on tiptoe?

The old master Duan was so angry that blood rushed madly to the top of his head!

That Bai Chuwei claimed Bai Chu was her aunt, but who looks exactly like their aunt?

But… this explanation also made sense, otherwise who could have the same appearance for twenty years without any aging? They could only be convinced that Bai Chuwei was Bai Chu’s niece.

Yet this always made the old master Duan feel that something was slightly off.

But if Bai Chuwei was indeed Bai Chu’s niece, wouldn’t their family hierarchy be thrown into chaos?

His third brother once fancied Bai Chu, their aunt, and now he, as the younger brother, fancied the niece?

Too chaotic!

Duan Feihan spoke indifferently, “Father, the third brother is about to get married to Miss Tong.”

Professor Zhao noticed something was amiss and took the initiative to change the subject with a smile, “Old Duan, your third son is preparing for his wedding, your second daughter is abroad, why haven’t we seen your eldest son?”

Speaking of his eldest son, the old master Duan’s face grew uglier.

“Duan Xiuhao went to see his son.”

Zhao Guangming was completely confused, “His son? Xingye just greeted me a moment ago.”

Duan Feihan picked up the transparent umbrella, walked outside, and dropped a remark, “Illegitimate child.”

Zhao Guangming: “…” Your Duan family is really complicated…

Haicheng City People’s Hospital

Duan Xiuhao’s eyes were bloodshot as he sent away the teachers from Henghua First Middle School who came to visit.

Duan Xiuhao carefully pushed open the door and entered, instantly seeing Xu Xingchen lying on the hospital bed.

Xu Xingchen lay on the bed like a dead fish, a small part of his smooth black hair burnt by lightning, some strands curled up, and a large burn mark from lightning on his neck. The hand that was receiving IV drips, looking red, was outside the covers, staring straight at the ceiling.

He had been struck by lightning.

Xu Xingchen’s mind was filled with the question of why he had been so unluckily struck by lightning.

Hearing footsteps, Xu Xingchen turned his head to look at Duan Xiuhao and his voice suddenly trembled, “Dad.”

That “Dad” was full of infinite grievance, hitting Duan Xiuhao hard in the heart.

This was his son, his proudest son!

Xu Xingchen murmured, “Dad, I’ve lost everything. Mom is going to prison, my grandfather and my third and fourth uncles don’t recognize me, and I have to lie here in the hospital.”

Xu Xingchen tugged at the corners of his dry mouth, mocking himself, “Dad, I have no home.”

The five words “I have no home” hit Duan Xiuhao’s heart in an instant!

The more Duan Xiuhao listened, the more heartbroken he felt. They were both his sons, so why did Duan Xingye get to live in luxury from birth, while Xingchen had to sneak around with Xu Li, living like a rat in a gutter?

Duan Xiuhao took Xu Xingchen’s hand, his gaze resolute, his voice filled with emotion as he promised, “Xingchen, don’t worry, even if your grandfather doesn’t agree, Dad will take you back to the Duan family!”

He wanted to give this son a home.

*

The sky wasn’t even bright yet when Cao Yushu was awoken by wafts of irresistible aroma that had his stomach turning in hunger by 5:30 AM.

He figured his dad was in the kitchen practicing cooking. Cao Yushu always considered himself to have grown up on fine foods, but he had never smelled anything so delicious.

The butler knocked and entered, “Young Master, I saw the light on in your room. Are you also hungry?”

Cao Yushu’s cheeks flushed slightly as he smiled and nodded, quickly getting out of bed to wash up and get ready to go down for breakfast with the butler. Just as he passed the height chart in the bedroom, Cao Yushu stared at it for a while and, as if possessed by a ghost, walked over to it:

“Butler, help me check how tall I am now.”

Who in the entire Cao family didn’t know Cao Yushu was 165 cm tall?

The butler looked at the horizontal line on the height chart, pushed his reading glasses up, and his eyes suddenly turned strange, “Young Master, did you secretly stand on your tiptoes?”