Chapter 18 — Husband Announces Stepson as Heir, And I Reach Top 47 Global Assets

He once thought that he was her sky. It's her whole world. But in the end. Even a speck of dust in her world. Neither is he. The hospital room door was pushed open. The person walked in. It's Chu Dich. He was still wearing his perfectly tailored suit. Behind are two assistants. A person holding a thermos box. A person holding a file bag. The appearance of Chu Dich. Causing Luc Thanh Vien's dumbfounded eyes to waver slightly. He tried to prop himself up. But my whole body no longer had any strength.

“Did you... come to see how pathetic I am?”

His voice was as rough as sandpaper rubbed together. Chu Dich did not answer. He just signaled his assistant to put the lunch box on the bedside table.

“Mr. Luc.”

“This is what President Wen ordered to bring.”

“She said.”

“After all, we were husband and wife.”

“Give me one last bit of dignity.”

“Finish this meal.”

“Sign the document.”

“From now on.”

“No one owes anyone anymore.”

Chu Dich took out things from his file bag. Not a contract. Nor is it a legal document. It's a DNA assessment report. Luc Thanh Vien was stunned. He looked at Chu Dich in confusion. Chu Dich opened each document page. Slowly spread out in front of him. Then point to the final conclusion line.

“Mr. Luc.”

“This is the result of the DNA test between you and Luc Tu Hao.”

“The implementing unit is the most competent medical center in Switzerland.”

“And the result is…”

Chu Dich stopped. Then use a calm, cruel tone. Slowly read each word.

“Exclude paternity.”

In that moment. Luc Thanh Vien's world completely collapsed. His mind exploded. He stared at the report. Stare at the text:

“Exclude paternity.”

No way. Absolutely impossible! How could Luc Tu Hao not be his son? Because of that child. He accepts his bad reputation. Agree to give up his wife of ten years. Give up your whole career. He once considered the baby a continuation of his life. Is the only hope in the remaining half of life. But now. Someone spoke to him again. Are they all fake?

“It's not true...”

“You faked it!”

“It's Wen Zhixia!”

“It's her who wants revenge on me!”

“You guys faked the results!”

He screamed madly. Like a crazy person. Chu Dich looked at him coldly. There was not a trace of pity in his eyes.

“Anya had sex with three men at the same time eight years ago.”

“Just the richest.”

“Also the stupidest of them all.”

“From the moment President Wen decided to divorce.”

“She gave everything to the investigator.”

“She just didn't expect it.”

“You're so stupid.”

“Not even a DNA test.”

“Rapidly announced an illegitimate son as heir at the tenth anniversary party.”

Chu Dich looked straight into his eyes. Each sentence and each word was like a knife stabbing.

“Luc Thanh Vien.”

“You did not lose to President Wen.”

“You lost to your own stupidity and arrogance.”

Zhou Yi placed the report on his chest.

“I have said everything that needed to be said.”

“You take care of yourself.”

Then turn around. Bring an assistant. Leave the hospital room without looking back. Luc Thanh Vien lay motionless. Dumbly looking up at the ceiling. Time seemed to stop. A long time later. He suddenly seemed to remember something. Suddenly grabbed report. Read it again frantically. Read again and again. He laughed. At first it was just a very soft laugh. Very oppressive. But gradually. The laughter grew louder and louder. More and more crazy.

“Ha ha ha ha...”

“It's all fake…”

“Ha ha ha ha ha ha!”

He just laughed. Tears just fell madly. He laughed at himself in love. Laugh at yourself and think you're right. Laugh at yourself for a giant lie. But he personally destroyed everything that truly belonged to him. His whole life. Just a complete joke. A laugh from start to finish. Laughter eventually turned into crying. A mournful cry. Echoed in the empty hospital room. Full of regret. Full of despair. that day. Someone saw it. Key psychiatric department of City Hospital No. 3. Welcoming a new patient. That man often sits alone in the corner of the room. Lifeless eyes. The mouth keeps repeating the same name over and over again. Over and over again.

“On Tinh...”

“On Tinh...”

“On Tinh...”

About Luc Thanh Vien's final outcome. Wen Tri Ha heard it from Uncle Tan's mouth. I'm in my old house on the outskirts of Beijing. Sit and play chess with grandpa. Afternoon sunlight passes through the intricately carved door frame. Falling onto the chessboard.

“Has he gone crazy?”

I lowered a black piece.