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Ding Yan sighed deeply. If her mother had not given birth to a son with Zhao Hun, things would have been much simpler; she could have just taken her mother away. But now, the situation had become complicated, and Ding Yan found herself at a loss.
The room fell silent as the guests widened their eyes in disbelief, never expecting such a scandal to unfold today. However, a few acquaintances of Zhao Hun couldn't help but speak up.
"President Zhao, let it go. It's all old news; who doesn't have a past?" one suggested.
"Yelina has known you for over ten years. She's a good person; she must have been mistreated by some jerk in the past," another chimed in.
"Yes, Yelina probably has her reasons for not mentioning it. After all, she has been hurt before. I don't think you should be angry with her; she just encountered some bad luck," someone else added.
Many defended Yelina, but there were also those who had never really gotten along with Zhao Hun. One of them laughed and said, "President Zhao, this is nothing! You both are on your second marriages; it doesn’t matter. Yelina has a daughter, and you have children with your ex-wife too, right? Besides, I see that Yelina's daughter is quite beautiful. Having another lovely daughter is quite a bargain."
"If I suddenly had such a beautiful daughter, I would wake up smiling from my dreams," another joked.
"Haha, having more beautiful daughters is indeed a good thing, but it does add a bit of green to your crown," came another quip.
Hearing these remarks, Zhao Hun's expression shifted from pale to furious. Such unpleasant comments were being made right in front of him; he could only imagine what was being said behind his back.
Zhao Hun realized that if tonight's situation couldn't be resolved satisfactorily, his reputation would be ruined. Although the matter itself wasn't that serious, he had offended many people during his years in Aodao. While most wouldn't confront him openly, they would seize this opportunity to spread rumors—sometimes more damaging than physical harm.
At this moment, it was crucial how he would handle the situation.
Zhao Hun knew Yelina's character well. Although she usually appeared calm and detached, she could be quite stubborn when her sensitive spots were touched. Now that Yelina wanted to acknowledge this daughter yet refused to divorce him, Zhao Hun found himself reluctant to end their marriage as well. After all, Yelina was an exceptional wife who never minded his flirtations; any other woman would surely be jealous.
Countless thoughts raced through Zhao Hun's mind in an instant.
"At this point, I just want to know who hurt you," Zhao Hun suddenly spoke up, adopting the demeanor of a concerned husband.
"Let the past stay in the past; I don’t want to talk about it anymore," Yelina replied.
"Who is your father?" Zhao Hun pressed again, turning his gaze sharply toward Ding Yan.
Ding Yan let out a cold laugh and replied, "He is right here."
At these words, the crowd erupted into murmurs and exchanged glances in shock.
Zhao Hun immediately became agitated and scanned the room before loudly asking, "Who is he?"
"That’s him," Ding Yan said flatly as she pointed at Ding Shaowen.
"You—you’re talking nonsense! Who knows you?" Ding Shaowen stammered in shock and quickly tried to defend himself. If this truth came to light, how would he ever face Zhao Hun again? They were both from Aodao; there was no way Zhao Hun would let this slide easily.
Zhao Hun was also taken aback. He usually had a good relationship with Ding Shaowen, collaborating on business matters frequently. Moreover, his wife often met with him, yet he had no idea that the two of them had once been involved with each other.
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