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d gave a vague response. Cheng Anya didn't press her.Their child was truly a worry.When Cheng Anya left the building, she ran into Du Di. As they passed each other with nods of acknowledgment, Cheng A...The Substitute Ex-Wife of the President - Finished

"Hi, kid." Mo Chen greeted the child but didn’t know how to react to this unexpected gift which was actually quite exquisite, yet made him feel overwhelmed.

This was like when a pie falls from the sky and you just aren't hungry enough to eat it. But if you don’t throw it away, you want to save it for later. This was what Mo Chen felt right now. His smile seemed forced as he tried to express his goodwill but didn’t know if Sen would feel that.

Mo Chen had planned out his future; he would work in the mafia and find his beloved woman. He would have three sons and a daughter because neither his brother nor Mo Xiaobai could have children, so there needed to be someone to inherit the mafia. Plus, one might not turn out well, so having three was enough. He wanted to live happily with his family who would give him warmth and joy. This dream had been in his mind for a long time, especially recently as he yearned more to find that girl whom he first liked.

However, the sudden appearance of this son left him dumbfounded.

This child wasn’t part of his plans, so he didn’t know how to deal with it.

Unknowingly, he had been a father for five years already.

It was really unbelievable.

Sen looked curiously at Mo Chen. To be honest, among Mo Yao, Mo Xiaobai, and Mo Chen, Sen liked Mo Chen the most because Mo Chen had hugged him once. That day when he wasn’t fully asleep but still felt someone picking him up, it made him feel warm as he had always wished for his father to hug and protect him while growing up and give them a happy home. So that feeling was special.

The other day when he was sleepy, before going to sleep, he secretly thought, if only Mo Chen were his daddy. Little did he know, it turned out to be true. But would this daddy like him His expression didn’t seem like he liked Sen much. So Sen watched Mo Chen carefully without blinking.

Shiyi couldn't believe it and confirmed again, "Ba Ye, are you sure"

"Trust me, I’m right," Ba Ye said with a smile. "Congratulations, Shiyi."

Eleven was extremely happy, even though her face felt cold from the ice pack, she couldn't hide her smile. Mo Chen held Sen with a stiff posture, his thoughts were in disarray, and since Sen couldn't speak, Eleven hurriedly took Sen from him.

Ye Wei said, "Hey, little one, welcome home."

Sen smiled slightly; he liked what Ye Wei had said. The atmosphere wasn’t as hostile anymore, which made Sen's temper improve a bit. He still curiously looked at Mo Chen.

Mo Chen didn't have time to talk in-depth with his son and hurriedly went upstairs. He needed to check something; he really couldn’t remember when exactly he had anything to do with a woman that would result in having a child.

Although he wasn't against this child, it was a pleasant surprise for him. He expected to be thirty years old before becoming a father. Even if he found his beloved girl, he wanted them to live as a couple first and satisfy their needs before planning to have kids. Now that he calculated the age, he became a father at twenty, which truly surprised him. He had to find this child’s mother; otherwise, he couldn’t feel at ease.

Mo Chen was an intelligence officer. For someone in his line of work not to know that he’d been involved with a woman and fathered a child for five years, it would make people laugh if they found out. It was quite ironic considering the Black Hand’s intelligence network was one of the most complete in the world.

Who is Avril

He had never met this woman because during his previous investigation into Sen being his son, it was all done by Mo Xiao Bai. Anyway, it was an operation that he himself knew about and didn’t need him to take action, so until now, he still didn't know what Avril looked like.

This was too melodramatic.

It was truly unimaginable for such a dramatic thing to happen to someone as shrewd as Mo Chen. The most pitiful thing for him was that he always thought of himself as an innocent virgin, only to find out his first encounter with a woman had left no trace behind. What's more, he couldn't remember any details and didn’t even know if the woman was beautiful or ugly; this was a stain on someone like him who dealt with intelligence work daily. He hadn't clarified anything about himself.

Mo Chen rushed upstairs, slightly surprising Sen. Ye Wei said, "Sweetie, it's okay. Your dad is just checking your mom’s information and isn’t avoiding you. It might be hard for him to remember something that happened so long ago."

Sen lowered his head, biting his lip in distress while typing on the screen: "Will Dad like me"

"Like!" Everyone answered in unison. Mo Xiao Bai wore a bright smile this time around. “If he doesn’t like you, Uncle will help you beat him until his teeth are scattered all over the ground.”

Mojue couldn't help but吐槽, "If Mochen beat you up and left you looking for your teeth on the ground, that would be about right. What gives you the right"

Moxiaobai endured enough, "Daddy, can’t you just shut up"

Someone who doesn't speak when they should, but speaks faster than anyone else when they shouldn't—what kind of person is that

Confirming that Sosen was a child from the Mo family made Ye Wei and the others clearly very happy. The Eleventh planned to take the little one around for a tour, heading towards the most beautiful rose garden at the Mo estate; with women taking care of children, men naturally didn't have much interest.

Moyao returned to his study to handle matters, accompanied by Moxiaobai.

Baiye looked at the backs of Moyao and Moxiaobai, asking Chu Li, "Are there any problems with the two brothers"

Chu Li smiled faintly, "What could have happened to him"

Kaka laughed and said, "Even if something small did happen, Xiaobaowouldn’t let it get in his way. MoYao’s methods are nothing compared to just a fraction of Xiaobai's shamelessness—eventually he'll end up giving in sooner or later."

Everyone agreed that this was indeed a matter of time.

Wu Shuang couldn't help but感歎, "It's such a good thing. Another person has been added to the family. Sosen is so adorable; another year from now there will be new people joining again. This time I also want to have a son." Kaka held her hand at her side, his gaze filled with indulgence.

Baiye was quite interested in one thing, "Do you think Mochen could have come up with such a child"

Everyone had the same question. Wu Shuang counted on her fingers, "It’s been six years now. If I’m not mistaken, it should be during the time he went to university; this incident must have happened then."

Moye frowned, "That doesn’t seem right. Mochen is still a fledgling—there's no reason for him to not know when he lost his virginity. Could it be…

"Did someone force themselves on her" The others voiced out a possibility in unison, simultaneously exhausting themselves. In this world, besides Wu Shuang being such an extraordinary and formidable woman, who else had the capability to overpower a man like Mo Chen

If it was true that she was forced, then they would have to worship her.

Wu Shuang stroked her chin and muttered to herself, "I'm starting to be interested in this Avril. Mo Yao, did she also attend the same university"

"She studied there for a year," replied Mo Yao. "Then took a one-year break before transferring to London University."

Chu Li said, "The timeline matches up; taking a year off must have been due to giving birth and raising the child, after which she continued her studies."

Morao searched his memory for information, "Avril studied business management in London but later became a designer. That's quite unexpected as those two fields are completely unrelated." This was the most puzzling point he found upon reviewing the data.

"What's so strange about that In C Country, there are just these two princesses—Femi handles politics while Avril studied business to support her. Perhaps it wasn't a field she had an interest in, but maybe she has more natural talent for fashion design."

"Perhaps," Morao didn’t deny Wu Shuang’s theory.

Morao returned to his room to continue handling work-related matters, and Morabai followed him inside. Morao raised his eyebrows, put down the pen in his hand, and looked at Morabai with a cold tone, "What is it" But Morabai didn’t care at all. What Morao said that day did indeed hurt him, but on second thought, what he said wasn’t outrageous. Over these years, it was indeed him who had wronged Morao; there was nothing to argue about.

He wasn’t angry, merely wanting to give Morao some time to cool down the matter. And now that a result from Uncle Baiye had been established—confirming that Ssen’s birth father was not him—he felt relieved and could discuss their issues without any burden.

"Brother, may we talk" Morabai sat in front of Morao with seriousness, looking at him earnestly, as if he would never give up until they had clarified everything. Morao nodded when he saw his brother.

Morabai wanted to say a thousand things but didn’t know where to start. In the end, he smiled bitterly and said, "That day you told me I’ve lost my patience with you, that my love for you is nothing special. I really want to refute what you said. But at that moment, even if I did, you wouldn’t have listened anyway. Until we figured out who Ssen’s biological father was, our problems would persist. I waited for Uncle Baiye's report result and am now certain it isn’t my child. However, I need evidence to convince you. Now that everything is clear, all I want to tell Brother is that I haven't lost patience with him. It's just that Ssen’s appearance made me afraid—afraid of an uncertain outcome, scared that you might reject or dislike me, and afraid there could be changes between us. Therefore, I urgently need a resolution; it’s not about losing patience. With you, I have my whole life."

Words couldn’t express his emotions, especially when Morabai looked at him so earnestly while expressing his feelings—how could anyone remain unmoved Mo Yao lowered his gaze and didn’t make eye contact with Morabai; he feared that he wouldn’t be able to resist such a look.od care of you and love you properly. I won’t hurt you like this again."Suddenly his voice choked up; tears fell from his eyes to Wen Jing’s face, salty drops landing on her eyelids: "I never got the...