Chapter 66: Did He Have a Daddy?
Editor: Atlas Studios
He lowered his eyes to look at the hand clutching him. His lips frowned and his thick lashes drooped, perfectly hiding any playfulness in his eyes.
"Grandpa, this is the staff you've trained?" Youyou coldly regarded the chauffeur in his peripheral view and asked indifferently, "Ordering your staff to trouble a child, aren't you afraid of losing your dignity?"
The elderly man gazed profoundly at him for a while before spinning his head around and waved his hand at the chauffeur. "Hai, don't be disrespectful!"
The chauffeur realized his intention with that gesture and promptly retracted his hand.
Youyou tidied up his sleeve, which got crumpled by the chauffeur's hold just then, and turned to leave.
The elderly man watched the child's departing figure in a trance. He knitted his brows and pursed his lips.
"Sir…"
"Hai, do whatever you can to find out about that child's identity and background!" The elderly man ordered with a tap of his walking stick.
He must thoroughly investigate that child's identity because his instincts were telling him that he could not be wrong; that child definitely had the Mu family's blood running through his veins!
Once he got home, Youyou put down his bag and tied a teddy bear apron to his waist. He moved a small stool over and started to get busy in the kitchen. Cooking rice, washing the ingredients, turning on the fire, and cooking the dishes – the little boy stood on the stool and held a large ladle. His movements were fluid and skilled. In less than an hour, an entire table of dishes, comparable to a feast prepared in a five-star hotel, was served for dinner.
He looked at the clock and saw that it was still not the time for his mommy to leave work. He proceeded to carry the clothes he had worn to the balcony. Even when he was done with the laundry, Yun Shishi had not returned home.
The little boy raised an eyebrow. He fished out a magazine from his bag again and went over it page by page. Propping his chin on his hand, he glided through a few pages before staring intently at a picture. He knitted his brows in rumination. He suddenly took out his phone from his pocket and dialed a number.
Right after, he took out a voice changer; this was a gadget he had pieced together. He set it to the voice of an adult man and attached it to the side of his phone's receiver. His youthful voice then took on a man's deep voice.
"Mr Li, this is Arthur."
On the other end of the phone, a man's voice could be heard speaking in a respectful manner.
"Yes, sir! How may I help you?"
Youyou tilted his small face, his fingers rhythmically drumming the table top. There was a glint in his eyes.
"Help me check a person's background. I want to know everything that there is to know about him, including his every move."
"Yes, sir, please continue."
Youyou's line of sight landed on the picture in the magazine once more. His fair fingers slowly caressed the handsome face's side in the picture. He then grinned.
"Disheng Financial Group's CEO, Mu Yazhe."
"Roger that!"
"Everything must be clear and detailed. Compile the information into a document and email it to me."
"Alright."
Yun Tianyou ended the call and fell into deep thought.
He never believed that there would be two identical leaves in the world.
He also never believed that a man in this world with his exact facial features could exist without having a connection to him.
Therefore, he was strongly suspicious of his relationship with this man.
He had asked his mother about his father when he was younger, but Yun Shishi, who treated him as a child, had never told him the truth.
She only said that his father was an officer in the army. He worked in the front lines, but there was no news of him anymore.
In fact, this was not the first time he had suspected that his father was of another identity.
However, he was not that concerned about his father's identity. Having his mother was enough for him, after all. Daddy and whatnot did not matter. His life would not have any changes with or without the man, would there?
Although he did not care, it did not mean that he was not curious.
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