The Young Matriarch

Chapter 492: Chapter 492: Let’s Exchange Contact Information Chapter 492: Chapter 492: Let’s Exchange Contact Information Divine Doctor, huh. Zhou Ying just mentioned that Miss Bai is also a Divine Doctor. Are Divine Doctors this amazing now? They can tell if there’s a blood relation just by looking at someone’s face?

CEO Zhou suddenly stood up, pushed Zhou Shuai aside, and picked up the DNA test report covered in Zhou Shuai’s shoe prints from the ground. It clearly stated that he had a father-son relationship with Chen Chen, but not with Zhou Shuai.

For a moment, CEO Zhou’s heart was filled with mixed emotions, and he felt an ache inside.

He was saddened that the child he had raised for twenty-one years was not his own, yet relieved that his biological son was right beside him.

But thinking about how this child hadn’t enjoyed the resources he should have had for over twenty years made CEO Zhou feel extremely distressed.

CEO Zhou remembered his previous visit to Chen Chen’s servant room; it was small, only about four or five square meters. It could only fit a single bed and a desk, and even the wardrobe was pitifully small.

This is his son…

And now, he wanted to know even more, how could his son have been switched?

Zhou Shuai was wailing beside him, clinging desperately to CEO Zhou’s sleeve, crying out, “Dad, this must be fake. I don’t want that Ferrari anymore, please don’t throw me out of the house.”

CEO Zhou felt somewhat annoyed.

“A twenty-one-year-old man still thinking about depending on his family? Zhou Shuai, have some shame,” a woman’s voice of disdain came from outside the corridor.

Several people looked up, and Zhou Ying and He Nana walked over together.

Zhou Ying was very disdainful, thinking that since he was a cousin, she could put up with him, but now he wasn’t even a cousin, so she couldn’t be bothered with him.

Zhou Ying looked towards CEO Zhou, “Uncle, Miss Bai asked me to relay a message to you, to keep an eye on your chauffeur.”

CEO Zhou was taken aback. What did that mean?

He remembered the Chen family, his chauffeur, who had always lived in his servant quarters… Could it be that they took advantage of the child being only a few days old and switched them?

Newborn babies should look pretty much alike…

The possibility sent a shiver through CEO Zhou.

This was damn terrifying, wasn’t it?

CEO Zhou’s voice trembled, “If that’s the case, how could we keep this chauffeur? Go home! I’m going to get to the bottom of this!” As he spoke, CEO Zhou strode out.

Zhou Shuai was so agitated he was almost screaming, staring at Chen Chen without moving, the words “stinking chauffeur’s son” instinctively rose to his throat. Just as he was about to curse out loud, he swallowed the words back violently.

Zhou Shuai’s face turned deathly pale, now… he was the chauffeur’s son.

Life had become terrifyingly unpredictable.

All because of that Bai Chuwei… always being a blabbermouth! Always being a blabbermouth!

Zhou Shuai followed behind, dispirited, and left the DNA testing center.

Chen Chen came to his senses, saw He Nana standing next to Zhou Ying, his new cousin, and instinctively took out her handkerchief from his pocket, only to look down and see it was dirty.

Chen Chen was a bit embarrassed, and quickly said, “Miss He, let me wash your handkerchief and return it clean to you.”

He Nana smiled, “Sure, then let’s exchange contact information. It’ll be convenient to stay in touch later.”

Chen Chen’s fair face turned a bit red as he hurriedly took out his phone and exchanged contact information with He Nana, then followed her, preparing to go back to the Zhou Family.

*
The next morning, the early sun shone through the layers of leaves into the room. Bai Chuwei was having breakfast with a few kids, looking at her WeChat on the phone with interest.

Zhou Ying had sent her a WeChat message just now, saying that the Zhou Family had been in an uproar last night. Her uncle had been both crying and laughing, and even talked about calling the police.

Bai Chuwei took it as just a spectacle and didn’t take it to heart, her gaze shifting to Duan Xingye, who was eating his meal in big bites, “Why are you eating so much?”

Duan Xingye replied as if it were only natural, “I’m going to Lingyin Temple later, aren’t I? The temple is on the mountain, and climbing is exhausting. I need to replenish my energy.”