"That's right." Chu Weilan smiled, "You are so cute, I want you to be my son."

Xiao Zheng wrinkled his nose and retorted seriously: "No, if I am a son for you, my mother will be very sad."

Chu Weilan couldn't help laughing: "It seems that you like me very much."

A blush appeared on the boy's face, and he stammered: "Take...it's not. You scolded my mother that day."

"So, do you hate me?" Chu Weilan sighed sadly.

"Not either, either." He explained in a low voice, "I know my mother did something wrong first, so I can't blame you. You're okay."

Although he doesn't understand many things very well, he can still feel the kindness and malice of others.

Chu Weilan smiled.

"Since you've come, let's finish the filming. Your mother might come here at any time." Chu Weilan said, holding his hand and going to his dressing room.

Sure enough, an hour later, Ling Yutong hurriedly appeared on the set. At that time, Chu Weilan was playing the opposite scene in Xiaozheng, and the "mother and son" were laughing and laughing in the play, but it was in harmony.

Ling Yutong saw it and her heart couldn't help but tighten. As soon as the scene ended, she immediately hugged Xiaozheng in her arms, as if she was afraid that he would be snatched away.

At the same time, her hostile gaze fell on Chu Weilan: "Have you done anything to Xiaozheng?"

Chu Weilan resisted the urge to roll his eyes: "There are so many people in the crew, what do you think I will do to him?"

Ling Yutong picked up his son: "Xiaozheng, let's go back, we won't film this drama."

"Mom, please change my dad." Xiao Zheng suddenly spoke.

"Nonsense, how can dad change it casually?" Ling Yutong scolded him in a low voice.

"Anyway, whoever treats me is my father." He flattered his mouth, "If I really can't find it, then I don't want my father."

"You..." Ling Yutong's eyes turned red, and he looked up and stared at Chu Weilan fiercely, "Xiao Zheng, your father was just blinded by others."

"Hey, mom, I'll tell you the truth." He sighed angrily, "He doesn't want me to be his son, I don't want him to be my father, I don't want him to be my face!"

Ling Yutong was choked.

"But, you are obviously flowing with the blood of the Ji family." She explained patiently, "You are still young now and don't know what this means."

"I know, isn't it just that the Ji family is very rich?" He snorted, "I have money too, so I don't care. Mom, if you lack money, just take on a few more dramas for me."

Ling Yutong was blocked again and there was nothing to say.

She had no choice but to stare at Chu Weilan, and she didn't know what thought this woman had instilled into Xiaozheng.

"Look, Xiaozheng is more sensible than you." Chu Weilan spread his hands.

Ling Yutong looked at her hatefully, hugged Xiaozheng and left with big strides.

Chu Weilan could only sigh. It seemed that Ling Yutong still didn't give up.

She packed up and got off the show and returned to Qianfan Villa.

When Chu Weilan arrived, it was already eight o'clock in the evening. As soon as she walked into the gate, she heard the old man's breathless voice coming from inside.

"...Good son, why don't you recognize him? I don't care what your reasons are, anyway, I only recognize the results of the paternity test!"

"Grandpa, otherwise I will adopt a child in the orphanage and keep it by your side?" Ji Yanzheng suggested seriously.

"Get out, you're going to piss me off to death, right?" The old man gasped, obviously very angry.

Chu Weilan coughed lightly to show his presence.

The two people who were quarreling in the living room finally stopped. Ji Yanzheng raised his eyebrows slightly, obviously a little surprised.

"Why don't you say anything in advance when you come back?" The man walked towards her.

"I want to give you a surprise." Chu Weilan smiled, then turned her eyes to the old man, "Grandpa."

"Yeah, I'm back." The old man slowed down and greeted her, "Weilan, have you seen Xiaozheng's child? What do you think of that child?"

Chu Weilan nodded: "A pretty good kid, very smart and cute."

The old man smiled: "Well? I saw the child at Lao Sun's 70th birthday party two days ago, and I also think that child is very good!"

As soon as he thinks that the child is from their Ji family, the old man feels warm. He is looking forward to his great-grandson for so long, and suddenly a child of such a big one appears, and is smart, cute and beautiful. How can he not be excited?

So, he couldn't help calling Ji Yanzheng, but the kid still looked like he was inactive.

The old man was so angry that he simply ran to Qianfan Villa to block people. Ji Yanzheng was blocked as soon as he came back from the company.

This is the scene that Chu Weilan just saw.

"No matter how good the child is, his surname is not Ji." Ji Yanzheng looked at him coldly, "You should calm down."

The old man was angry again.

Chu Weilan couldn't help but sigh in his heart. It seemed that Ling Yutong was still useful to take Xiaozheng to attend banquets everywhere. At least, the old man wanted Xiaozheng to be Ji Yanzheng's son now.

"Actually, I saw the child today, and he secretly ran to the set today." Chu Weilan said, taking out a sealed bag from his bag, "I got a hair of the child. Grandpa, if you believe me, let Yan Zheng take this hair for another appraisal."

The old man was stunned: "Really?"

"Really." Chu Weilan nodded, "I pulled it off his head and made sure it was his hair. I also wanted to know if this child is related to Yan Zheng."

Ji Yanzheng took the sealed bag from her hand and smiled: "Grandpa, if you believe in Weilan, I will go and verify it."

Mr. Ji's expression was a little hesitant, and he subconsciously glanced at Chu Weilan.

Chu Weilan smiled bitterly in his heart.

Sure enough, the old man had limited trust in her, and he probably wasn't particularly satisfied with her granddaughter-in-law. Otherwise, he wouldn't have told Xu Shaoqing that she had ulterior motives when she got married with Yan Zheng.

If it weren't for her attitude towards Xiaozheng that satisfied the old man, I'm afraid the old man would put pressure on her like Xu Shaoqing.

"Grandpa?" Seeing that the old man had not spoken, Ji Yanzheng's voice also became cold, "What do you say?"

Seeing Chu Weilan's calm expression and clear eyes, the old man finally nodded: "Okay, give me your hair, and you can also give me a sample. I'll find someone to identify it."

"No need, I'll make arrangements." Ji Yanzheng rejected the old man's proposal.

The old man glared at him: "You don't trust me? Could it be that I can still lie to you?"
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