Back To The 80s: President's Doted Wife

Chapter 2071: Chapter 2073: Disbelief

You wouldn’t believe it, and this made Cheng Yaozu even more curious. What kind of truth could make her say something like that?

And Cheng Su didn’t say this offhandedly either. If she hadn’t experienced it herself, she wouldn’t have believed it if someone else said so. Rebirth? Who would believe it?

But who is Cheng Yaozu? He’s part of the new generation of youths. What hasn’t he seen before?

”Whether I believe it or not, I have my own judgment. Whether you choose to speak, that’s another matter entirely,” Cheng Yaozu nudged her arm with his elbow, ”Tell me, go on.”

Cheng Su raised her eyebrows, feigning a joking tone, ”Alright, I’ll say it. I was reborn into another life, and I knew she would be abandoned, so I came here specifically for her. How’s that?”

Cheng Yaozu turned green upon hearing this. What nonsense is this?

”Not feverish, are you?” What nonsense!

Cheng Su laughed, ”See, I told you you wouldn’t believe it!”

Cheng Yaozu opened his mouth. How can anyone believe such nonsense?

”You’re joking,” Cheng Yaozu rolled his eyes.

Cheng Su continued to smile but didn’t reply.

Cheng Yaozu felt something strange in his heart, squinting at her, ”This isn’t true, is it? You’re really joking, right?”

”Don’t you have your own judgment?” Cheng Su stood up and walked toward Little Cheng Su.

Cheng Yaozu was dumbfounded, looking at the big and small figures, his heart felt like an overturned pot of hot oil.

Rebirth?

Is this a horror novel or a suspense drama?

Can’t believe it, shouldn’t believe it, that girl must be making it up.

But Cheng Yaozu remembered what the director said; it was as if she knew someone would abandon a child and came specifically for it.

He also recalled her business insights and her precise eye for real estate, as if she was certain it would profit and appreciate in value.

Could it be?

Cheng Yaozu swallowed, feeling all his hair standing on end, and a chilling sensation down his spine.

This was quite unbelievable, impossible.

But thinking this way, the reasons to convince himself felt flimsy.

On the way back to the Cheng family, Cheng Yaozu kept staring at Cheng Su.

”You’ve been staring all day, still looking. What do you want?” Cheng Su, holding Little Cheng Su, glared back at Cheng Yaozu.

”I’m thinking about what you said,” Cheng Yaozu said, ”You knew she’d be abandoned, then who are her parents? Do you know that?”

”If I knew, I wouldn’t be looking into Mi Shaoan with all my might, just thinking, is that person her...” Cheng Su looked at the little girl staring at her, ”That’s it, just wanting to find out her background.”

Cheng Yaozu understood what she meant. Cheng Su didn’t say ’hitman’ because she didn’t want the child to hear and have thoughts; after all, she’s a kid who’s old enough to understand.

He fell silent, and Cheng Su’s words reminded him of that person, a hitman, yet so concerned about a child. And this child, is of the aunt’s bloodline, either granddaughter or great-granddaughter, with parents unknown, meaning...

The hitman might be of the aunt’s bloodline?

If not, then a killer?

Cheng Yaozu thought about how he couldn’t find any news of whether the aunt had married, but this child suddenly appeared, so she must be married. What about the previous generations, who were they?

”You’re saying, the aunt’s child might be that person?” Cheng Yaozu asked.

Cheng Su retorted, ”If that’s the case, what would you do?”

What to do? A hitman, someone absolutely mixed up in the black world! And the Cheng family, they couldn’t be more white!

Black and white, can they mix?