Chapter 444: The Answer

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Chapter 444: Chapter 444: The Answer

In the first-floor living room of the Lin family's old house, the atmosphere was heavy with a sense of oppression, making the four people present feel downcast.

Yang Chen and Lin Ruoxi sat on one sofa, facing Aunt Wang and Guo Xuehua. The tea on the table had already cooled, but no one thought of drinking it or changing it for hot tea; they were not in the mood.

As Aunt Wang slowly recounted the events, Yang Chen and Lin Ruoxi gradually unraveled some of the mysteries.

Back then, the old chairman, who was Lin Zhiguo's mistress, gave birth to Lin Kun. To protect herself from the oppression of Yunmiao, Lin Zhiguo's legitimate wife, the old chairman took her son Lin Kun and devoted her efforts to establishing Yu Lei International.

Of course, Lin Zhiguo's protection played a role, as he couldn't ignore a son like Lin Kun.

However, the old chairman did not tell Lin Zhiguo that Lin Kun had a defect—he had "congenital seminal vesicle agenesis," a condition that, while not affecting normal marital relations, meant he could never father children.

The old chairman was no fool. She knew that to ensure her son Lin Kun could live a peaceful, prosperous life, Yu Lei could not fall, and Lin Zhiguo must not know he had a "useless" son.

For wealthy families, the greatest fear is having no heirs.

Lin Zhiguo valued his son with his mistress, Lin Kun, even more because the Lin family's children were few. If he knew Lin Kun was a "chicken that couldn't lay eggs," his care for Lin Kun would significantly diminish.

It must be said that after experiencing Lin Zhiguo's selective betrayal in love and career, the old chairman's feelings for him had turned into more of a utilitarian approach to solidify Yu Lei International's development.

By keeping a cool distance from Lin Zhiguo, mixing cajoling with resentment, the old chairman ensured that he cherished their mother and son pair. This allowed her to establish Yu Lei International quickly and successfully without being eliminated by Yunmiao, who had just married Lin Zhiguo.

As time went on, Lin Kun grew up and gradually realized his difference from other men. He knew he wasn't a "real man," but the old chairman sternly told him to keep this secret. Thê source of this content n/o/v/(el)bi((n))

In fact, even without his mother's insistence, Lin Kun would never admit his infertility publicly.

For a man like him, who indulged in pleasures, the inability to have children was an unbearably shameful fact he couldn't allow anyone to know.

Thus, it fit the old chairman's plans perfectly. When Lin Kun reached marriageable age, she brought Xue Zijing, an orphan from the Xue family in Yanjing who had stayed in China, to Zhonghai, making her the daughter-in-law of the Lin family.

Aunt Wang smiled wryly, "Miss, do you think Master Kun had the ability to manage Yu Lei International or even maintain the family business?"

Lin Ruoxi fell silent. It was indeed very difficult, not to mention that Lin Kun's personality had become twisted, and his abilities were far inferior to hers. Over the years, Lin Kun had spent most of his time indulging and avoiding responsibilities, lacking real talent and knowledge.

"Miss, the old lady's painstaking efforts became clear to me only gradually," Aunt Wang said with emotion. "When you were very young, she was already grooming you as her successor. She treated you as more than her biological granddaughter, hoping you would love your family and accept Master Kun as your father. She scoured the country and found Miss Mo Qianni, who was then a young girl from Sichuan. Seeing her potential, she nurtured her to become your right-hand person when you took over the company. These were all part of the old lady's plans. She even used Lin Zhiguo's connections to introduce you to the Cai family, establishing relationships that could protect you and Yu Lei."

"So, Aunt Wang, you're saying that everything Grandma did was to use me to protect her son?" Lin Ruoxi's voice was tinged with bitterness.

Aunt Wang shook her head, speaking earnestly, "Miss, blood relations can be faked, but can emotions be faked? Miss, you've lived with the old lady for over twenty years. Can't you tell if her affection for you was genuine or not?"

Lin Ruoxi's delicate body trembled. She raised her head and looked at the oil painting of the kind old woman on the wall. She murmured a few words but was lost in her thoughts.

At this moment, Guo Xuehua, who had been silent, suddenly spoke up. "I might know what Zijing said to the old chairman that night."

Both Aunt Wang and the others, including Yang Chen and the dazed Lin Ruoxi, looked over. Guo Xuehua's tone suggested she indeed knew something.

Guo Xuehua seemed to struggle internally but eventually sighed and shook her head. "I originally thought it wasn't suitable to bring up, but since Ruoxi is already my daughter-in-law, I feel it's a bit too much to keep it hidden."

She looked at Lin Ruoxi and sighed, "Ruoxi, I think the reason your grandmother was so determined to have you born and insisted on you taking the position of Yu Lei's president wasn't just to deceive General Lin Zhiguo into believing he had a granddaughter and thereby ensuring his support. There was another reason: your biological father had the capability to protect Yu Lei International, as well as you and Lin Kun."

As Guo Xuehua spoke, flashes of memories raced through Lin Ruoxi's mind. The images of that man, his other identity, came to a conclusion almost instantaneously.

Lin Ruoxi's face turned pale, her eyes showing signs of fear, confusion, and helplessness.

Seeing this, Guo Xuehua quickly asked, "Ruoxi, what's wrong?"

Yang Chen, who was sitting next to Lin Ruoxi, put an arm around her shoulders to offer support and comfort. He turned to Guo Xuehua and smiled wryly, "Mom, you're saying that Ruoxi's biological father is... Prime Minister Ning, aren't you?"

Guo Xuehua's expression was a mixture of astonishment and hesitation. She looked between Yang Chen and Lin Ruoxi, the truth evident without needing to be spoken.