The 99th Divorce

Chapter 1359: At The End, It Was His Bed She Died In!

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

All the pent up resentment and anger that Wen Fenglin had been harboring for so many years suddenly erupted with vehemence. The fire that came roaring out of his heart couldn’t be controlled.

Not only did the punch not serve as any catharsis for Wen Fenglin, it stirred up his anger even more. He took a step forward and yelled, “You’re suspecting that Xian’er was unfaithful to you? You’re such an assh*le!”

Zhen Xianlang held onto his throbbing face. He took a deep breath and asked with a humorless laugh, “Unfaithful? Wen Fenglin, can you honestly tell me that for the six months that you and Xian’er were together, nothing happened?”

Wen Fegnlin jolted back in shock and looked at Zhen Xianlang.

Zhen Xianlang straightened up and looked Wen Fenglin back in the eye. His face was full of rage. “Why are you speechless now?”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Wen Fenglin’s heart began to race. “Are you suspecting… No, that’s impossible. She had married you. Now that she’s gone, you’re suspecting her? Are you even human?”

Zhen Xianlang looked at Wen Fenglin indifferently. “You’re feeling guilty. You weren’t exactly clean with her back then, were you?”

To Wen Fenglin, hearing such straightforward words was akin to being shot by an arrow to the heart. Clenching his jaw in anger, he grabbed Zhen Xianlang by his collar and growled, “Be less vulgar with your words. What are you describing as ‘not exactly clean?’ Back then, we were a couple to begin with. You stole my love, and now you have the gall to say such things? How shameless can you get?”

“From the looks of it now, the both of you did engage in relations,” Zhen Xianlang said.

Wen Fenglin grew even angrier, he balled his fist up and was about to deliver a blow to Zhen Xianlang’s face. However, Zhen Xianlang, grabbed his fist before that happened.

“After we got married, she used her illness as an excuse to reject me. When she was asleep, she was always calling out your name.” Zhen Xianlang pushed Wen Fenglin away. “We’ve been friends for many years, and I’m not willing to burn my bridges with you! That girl is likely Xian’er’s daughter, but I’m not absolutely certain whether or not she’s mine!”

“Zhen Xianlang! This is an insult to her,” Wen Fenglin said. “Xian’er was not an adulterous and fickle lady!”

“I know.” Zhen Xianlang’s voice sounded anguished. “Her heart was always with you. Even after she married me, she refused to consummate our marriage!”

The words landed on Wen Fenglin like a torrent gushing into a lake and resulting in a splash.

“You didn’t consummate your marriage?” Wen Fenglin’s heartbeat quickened. He looked at Zhan Xianlang in disbelief. “How was that possible?”

Could it be that Yu Lili was actually his daughter?

When that thought occurred, Wen Fenglin felt his heart beating in his throat.

His daughter. Her daughter. Their daughter?

Zhen Xianlang looked at him and said, “We both knew what Xian’er was like. You should know in your heart whether or not that was possible. However, because Xian’er hired a surrogate, even I can’t be sure exactly whose daughter she is.”

Of course, Wen Fenglin would be fond of Xian’er child. But, Zhen Xianlang was thinking that this child wasn’t his flesh and blood. This was despite the fact that Chi Xian had been his wife. This was despite the fact, in the end, it was his bed she had died in.

However, she had only ever treated Zhen Xianlang as an older brother. She had never loved him the way a woman loved a man.

Xian’er was of ill health. Yet, she had exerted herself in making the numerous trips to hire a surrogate in secret. If it had truly been Zhen Xianlang’s child, Xian’er would not have needed to do that. He knew that, but he still couldn’t be certain

What if? Just what if Xian’er had not been willing to have the Zhen family line end because of her. What if she had taken his sperm secretly to get a child?

Xian’er had always been kind and detailed. That possibility wasn’t exactly out of the question.