Chapter 775 Mystery of Birth (4)_1
Mo Qingze, standing to the side, was initially just as shocked by Mrs. Du’s words, but he was more inclined to believe that the daughter he had cherished for years was indeed his own. The natural bond between father and daughter couldn’t be twisted by mere words from a stranger.
It was detestable how Mrs. Du, for the sake of man, could fabricate such an outrageous lie to hurt Yanyan. Did she not have any maternal feelings towards Yanyan? Otherwise, why would she say such a thing?
As Mrs. Du looked at the father and daughter standing together, both staring back at her with angry eyes, she was taken aback and at a loss for words. She simply pointed firmly at Mo Qingze and said, "Yanyan, he isn’t your real father. You are truly Brother Jie’s biological daughter!"
Mo Yan certainly wouldn’t believe Mrs. Du’s words, but Mrs. Du didn’t seem to be lying either. Perhaps even Mrs. Du herself couldn’t be sure whose daughter she was, right? The thought was utterly disgusting!
However, this had given her the opportunity to clarify her own origins!
Mo Yan glared at Mrs. Du and questioned, "You repeatedly claim I am Chen Ji’s daughter, but in all these years, you never told Chen Ji about this matter. Could it be that, even you yourself don’t know who my real father is?"
Seeing the panic on Mrs. Du’s face, Mo Yan became more convinced of her own guess, "I inherited half of my looks from you, and the other half doesn’t quite resemble my father, but even less so Chen Ji, right? By saying this, you’re merely gambling on that fifty percent chance, forcing me to act to save Chen Ji. But you never considered, once outsiders learn of this, what kind of harm it would bring me! Heh, a bastard child... an existence even more despised than a secret prostitute!"
As she spoke, the coldness on Mo Yan’s face grew even sterner, "You’ve shown not a shred of maternal affection towards me. Saving you this time repays the debt I owe you for my life. From now on, whether you live or die has nothing to do with me. If you can’t let go of Chen Ji, why not cast yourself into the Ministry of Justice’s Prison and die with him?"
Having said this, Mo Yan spit out a breath of foul air and turned to her father, who was looking at her with concern, and asked, "Father, they say features can skip generations. Do I look like my grandmother or grandfather?"
Mo Qingze paused, then reached out to touch his daughter’s head, and truly looked her over carefully, his face resolving into deep contemplation, "Yes, the corners of your eyes are deep and long, most resembling your grandmother, and your ears and the tip of your nose are round and fleshy, exactly like your grandfather... You are a member of the Mo Family, you are my daughter!"
Mo Qingze, while highlighting a few features that were decidedly unlike Mrs. Du’s, spoke with confidence. His face bore the same unwavering tenderness as always.