All Novel Full Chapter 785
Chapter 785: Chapter 777: He Has Offspring Now Chapter 785: Chapter 777: He Has Offspring Now “The bastards who mess up always love making excuses for themselves.”
Old Li continued to draw on his cigarette, “The cigarette’s good, but the person smoking it is a complete asshole.”
Gao Peng’s face was burning hot from the insult.
“So, big bro, can you tell me who Xiangcao married?
If I know she’s doing well, I can rest easy, right?”
“You can rest assured,” Old Li directly cut off Gao Peng’s next bout of nonsense.
Don’t play the good guy here; it’s too late for that.
Xiangcao’s mom is gone.
If it wasn’t for the good fortune of Xiangcao meeting a decent family, she and her daughter would be dead by now.
How else would they be enjoying such a good life?
“Xiangcao is living a great life, her man is capable, way better than being with you.
Dripping with gold and silver, you can’t imagine how well she’s living.”
Each word stung deep, and Gao Peng could only clench his teeth and bear it.
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“So, bro Li, who’s the man Xiangcao married?”
“Someone from our village, you know him.”
As Old Li flicked the ash off his cigarette, the smoke dwindled to an end, and Gao Peng hurriedly offered him another, showing the adept servility he had practiced for years, making people quite comfortable.
“Who is it, big bro?”
Gao Peng, once again, asked with abject humility, his face graced with a sycophantic smile.
Of course, he also made a mental note to remember who this person was, planning to deal with them once he returned.
Daring to snag Gao Peng’s woman?
As good as a death wish.
Even if it was a woman he’d abandoned, it wasn’t for another man to take.
Yet, he truly didn’t know who else in the village was better than him, so much that Xiangcao would marry them without considering their past.
“Who else could it be but Tang Zhijun?”
Old Li chuckled, his eyes squinting with amusement.
“I knew when he was young that kid was clever, and he sure proved it.”
“Him?” Gao Peng did have some recollection of Tang Zhijun.
The Tang family’s affairs were public knowledge—getting a wife who brought ruin to the family, and yet Tang Zhijun’s elder brother still endured.
But the Tangs were once among the poorest in the village.
How could Xiangcao fancy him?
“Look at this village,” Old Li continued, “the brothers of the Tang family built it all— they fixed the roads.
They even got some province-wide top entrepreneur award, and now they’ve moved their business to Beijing.
You know, they’ve even built a few tall buildings there?
Oh yes, Tang Zhinian’s daughter, named Yuxin, I heard she’s a doctor in a big hospital, a famous genius doctor, frequently on TV.
We’ve seen her several times.”
“That’s why I say, you can’t judge a person by their appearance.
What use is a handsome face if we don’t know how dark their heart might be?
People should be honest, just look, heaven always favors the honest.
Like the Tang brothers, grounded and fair; they never took advantage of others.
Despite having money, they didn’t forget their roots, nor did they abandon their wives.
Their achievements just keep growing.”
Old Li glanced at Gao Peng’s blushing face; each word, every sentence was meant to have a dig.
Of course, the meaning was magnified for Gao Peng.
And what was the meaning?
Gao Peng knew all too well.
Gao Peng’s face turned shades of green and white, humiliated as he left the village.
But once outside, regret struck him.
Why had he forgotten to ask when exactly Xiangcao married Tang Zhinian?
Was it just after his departure?
Wasn’t there talk that those two had already been involved?
He thought about turning back, but recalling the way Old Li spouted those words without swearing, he couldn’t face returning.
After all, Gao Peng had a reputation to uphold; he couldn’t allow himself to be slapped in the face again.
He snorted through his nose.
If he couldn’t make it happen, couldn’t someone else?
He couldn’t believe there was nothing money couldn’t buy in this world.
He had arrived full of hope, thinking all Xiangcao’s words were just out of anger at him, that she hadn’t forgiven him yet.
And just by visiting the village, he’d learn the truth.
Then, if he ran into Xiangcao later, he could clear things up, say some sweet words, and they’d be reunited as husband and wife.
Then, he would adopt a child, claim Xiangcao could not have kids, and she would have to be grateful and devoted to him thereafter.
Yes, that was the plan.
He had everything figured out.
But he never expected such a cruel joke from fate.
The woman he thought would wait for him forever had already remarried.
For someone as proud as him, it was an immense blow.
He was always superior in front of Xiangcao—noble, educated, cultured, better than anyone.
Frankly, he didn’t truly respect her, but that gave him a sense of superiority he couldn’t get from other women.
After toiling as a lackey for the factory owner’s daughter all these years, he now wanted to be the boss, and the first person he thought of was Xiangcao, who used to worship him.
Who knew Xiangcao would strike such a blow?
Once he returned, he had someone investigate just how long Xiangcao had made a cuckhold of him.
And indeed, money talks.
He got the information he wanted in just a day, without enduring people’s spit or slaps to his face.
As he went through the information brought back by others, he grew more and more shocked until he finally jumped up in astonishment.
“Ha ha, ha ha…” He laughed like an idiot for a long while.
He had an heir.
He actually had an heir.
Gao Peng had offspring.
He had truly sired a child.
He had a daughter, over twenty years old now, a grown woman.
A grandchild, right, Xiangcao mentioned she had a grandchild, so that grandchild was also his, Gao Peng’s, his own flesh and blood, his true grandchild.
No one could call him childless anymore.
The report was very clear, and of course, he was absolutely sure it was true since these things were hardly secrets in the village, just a question away from being revealed.