บท 765: Chapter 767: Secrets 4

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"..." Ling Zhensheng did not understand. Why must someone die in order to stop all this.

Mu Xueling looked at the silent Ling Zhensheng, eyes a little disgusted. Why did she used to like this kind of person?

The high-spirited Ling Zhensheng had disappeared.

Now in front of her was a middle-aged man. All kinds of middle-aged men.

There was a hint of mockery in her eyes. "As for Ling Jue, I'm guessing that he's not your son at all, and neither is he Su Chenwei's son."

"A guess?" Ling Zhensheng was a little displeased when he heard that. "So a guess is true? It's just your guess. I've seen his paternity test. Moreover, ever since he was born, Qinglian has given his surname as Ling, and Ling Jue is my son."

Mu Xueling thought that Ling Zhensheng was really stupid. She sneered and said, "Hehe, paternity test. Do you think that Su Chenwei hasn't seen Ling Jue's paternity test? Would the Su family randomly pick a son of unknown origin?"

Ling Zhensheng was slightly stunned. Then, he tightened his grip on the cup in his hand. "When Qinglian handed Ling Jue to me, she was absolutely sure that this was my son. I personally took Ling Jue to do the paternity test."

He believed in his own eyes. He found the hospital himself. There was no way he could make a mistake.

"How stupid." Mu Xueling shook her head. This man used to be her harbor.

Now, he would rather believe in Xia Qinglian, who wanted to kill him, than believe in himself.

Hahaha, at this age, she had experienced a lot of things. She really felt tired.

If not for her Xiao Ying and father's revenge, she really could not live...

"Xueling..." Ling Zhensheng looked at her slightly haggard looks and reached out to hold her. "Can we go back to the beginning?"

Mu Xueling could not believe her ears. What did Ling Zhensheng say?

There was some sincerity on Ling Zhensheng's face. "I'm old now. I only have two sons, Ling Sheng and Ling Xiao. I can't rely on Xiao Jue anymore. As his father, I can't give him fatherly love. I hope that Su Chenwei can give it to him. Anyway, he, Su Chenwei, is raising my children, Ling Zhensheng's children... Bring Sheng'er and Xiao'er back. Our family is in tatters."

Mu Xueling looked at his sincere expression and could not help but want to laugh.

How interesting...

Hehe.

Ling Zhensheng could still be with her after she confessed everything?

He said that he was sorry to Ling Jue, and he said that he was sorry to Xia Qinglian...

He was just too lonely by himself.

How blind did Mu Xueling have to be to fall in love with this man in the past? If she had not married Ling Zhensheng, everything would have been different.

She was still the little princess who lived in her parents' swaddled clothes.

Hehehe...

Mu Xueling pulled out her hand and lit up the cigarette that had already been extinguished. "It will be fine if I have sex with you, but it won't be fine if we went back to the past."

Ling Zhensheng couldn't believe that she would actually say such a thing.

Was this still the high and mighty Miss Mu that he knew? What was the difference between this and the women on the streets?

Mu Xueling saw the shock on his face and wanted to laugh. "What? You don't want to?"

Ling Zhensheng shook his head. "Xueling, you've fallen."

"Fallen? Hahaha, Ling Zhensheng, you're so funny. If it weren't for you, I, Mu Xueling, would still be the miss of the Mu family. But you, you destroyed me with your own hands. In the end, you said that I've fallen. Hahahaha."

She laughed maniacally. Who was the cause of her current state?

If it weren't for Ling Zhensheng, how could she be like this!

Men...

Why did she have to put him in her heart?

Mu Xueling laughed so hard that tears were coming out. Why was she so blind back then?

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