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Chapter 787: Chapter 779: Wanting a Grandson Chapter 787: Chapter 779: Wanting a Grandson The area was nearly at Beijing Hospital by now, but could that person have been deceiving him?

But that couldn’t be right, he had paid for the information — how could it be wrong?

Moreover, all these details had come from Li Tang Village, and Zhang Xiangcao surely had some connections with Li Tang.

Information coming from them — how could it be false?

After several more searches, he still had not found the so-called Tang Garden, and in the end, he had no choice but to stop the car and ask someone.

“You’re asking about Tang Garden?

There, just ahead.

It’s an ancient residence, and it’s private property here, not usually open to the public.”

Gao Peng’s heart couldn’t help but lurch.

He seemed to have overlooked something.

He seemed to recall what the people from the village had said.

Of course, he hadn’t given much thought to these matters.

Old Li had said that Tang Zhijun had become rich and prosperous now.

They had even renovated the entire village’s roads and had funded the construction of houses and schools for the villagers.

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He was one of the province’s top ten outstanding entrepreneurs, now building houses here in Beijing.

But where in this place could one possibly build houses?

So-called building houses — couldn’t that be real estate?

And as he thought of this sentence, his whole body began to sweat coldly.

If it were true, then Tang Zhijun wouldn’t be short on money now.

If he really wasn’t short of funds, would Zhang Xiangcao leave him, would his daughter go?

No, he shook his head.

He was adamantly against it.

His daughter must be taken away by him, for she was the seed of the Gao Family and could only stay with the Gao Family.

He gripped the steering wheel tightly.

He simply couldn’t believe that the unsuccessful country bumpkins, the Tang brothers, could run a real estate business.

He figured they were merely contractors working for others.

Tang Garden, Tang Garden.

He kept glancing around and indeed saw the words “Tang Garden.” However, upon seeing the scale of this Tang Garden, he was shocked himself.

No wonder it was called Tang Garden — with ‘Tang’ in the name, indeed it was a garden.

The place was like a park designed as a garden.

The outer walls were built very high, but one could still vaguely see the antique-style buildings inside.

It was unclear whether they were imitation antiques or were genuinely traditional and elegant.

As for the land value of this place, he was well aware.

Nowadays, as people multiplied, the land became scarcer, and of course, more expensive.

Especially in this newly developed area, property prices had been skyrocketing since the year before last, even competing with downtown prices.

Let alone such large antique-style constructions.

With schools, hospitals, large high-end shopping malls nearby, excellent security, close to everything, and uninterrupted electricity, this place was a geomantic treasure.

Such buildings would normally be used as tourist attractions — how could they be residential properties?

But strangely enough, people did indeed live here.

This was private housing — he had asked.

It was indeed private, personally owned.

As he was still pondering over Tang Garden, the gate inside opened, and a woman came out, holding a child in her arms.

The child was only about a year old.

He couldn’t make out the child’s features at this distance, but he could see the child’s chubby little hands, very fair, just like a half-Western child — how could they be so white?

He kept staring at the child, his eyes following the child’s movements, wondering what his grandson looked like.

Whether he was also like this child – milky and delicate, and would he call him ‘Grandpa’?

And he really did feel that the world was just too dramatic.

He was previously thinking about children, but now he even had a grandson.

While he was still lost in his silly smile, a woman came out from inside, and his eyes stabbed wide open.

Wasn’t that Zhang Xiangcao?

Yes, it was Zhang Xiangcao.

She wore a cream-colored dress that day, with her soft hair draped over her shoulders, and she wore a pair of flats in the same color.

No matter what, she looked very intelligent, with an excellent demeanor, and a consistent, graceful expression on her face.

Although she was older, she became even more attractive.

The most important thing was, she looked truly young, as if she had just turned thirty.

Then, Zhang Xiangcao went over and reached out.

The child, who had been lying on the arms of the middle-aged woman, obediently stretched out his little arms to her.

She hurriedly took him, talking to the child as he babbled something in return, and she promptly kissed the child’s face several times with a laugh.

Grandson, grandson…

Many thoughts of grandsons burst through Gao Peng’s mind.

Yes, the grandson, his Gao Family’s grandson.

He didn’t care who the father was or what the last name was; this was his daughter’s child, hence it was a child of the Gao Family.

With a swoosh, he opened the car door and ran forward like a madman, intending to snatch the child from Zhang Xiangcao’s arms.

“What are you doing?” The nearby nanny, seeing this, quickly stepped in front of Gao Peng, as if to say, ‘Are you trying to snatch a child in broad daylight?’

Zhang Xiangcao was also startled and quickly hugged the child in her arms tighter.

The child in her embrace, with big, round eyes like black gemstones, didn’t seem scared at all, instead looking curiously at Gao Peng.

Gao Peng’s eyes were almost glued to the child.

The child looked so much like him when he was little—there was no mistake, this was his grandson, his own flesh and blood!

He really wanted to burst out laughing.

His eyes at that moment were like those of a wolf, almost as if he was ready to devour such a tender little “Baozi”.

The child furrowed his delicate little eyebrows, then turned his small face away, nestling his little head on the other shoulder of Zhang Xiangcao, leaving just one little fist visible.

“Zhang Xiangcao, give me my grandson.”

Gao Peng reached out for the child that Zhang Xiangcao was holding, “This is my grandson, give him back to me.”

Not to mention Zhang Xiangcao, even the nanny by her side was dumbfounded.

Where did this madman come from, arbitrarily claiming someone’s grandson?

Clearly, this child was Tang Zhinian’s grandson, a member of the Gu Family.

Had he been hit on the head by a door this morning?

Who walks around claiming other people’s grandchildren?

“Zhang Xiangcao, give me my grandson,” Gao Peng felt an itching in his hands; he simply had to have the child now and wanted to take him home to show his parents.

“This is my grandson, our great-grandson, and the seed of our Gao Family.”

“Who is your grandson?” Zhang Xiangcao held the child in her arms even tighter and retreated to the doorway, determined not to let Gao Peng lay a finger on the child.

“He is my grandson,” Gao Peng pointed at the child, shouting loudly, “Stop lying to me.

I know you bore me a daughter, my daughter is married now, and has a grandson.

That child is my flesh and blood; even if you deny it, you can’t change the fact that he’s my grandson.”

Zhang Xiangcao’s face turned extremely unsightly in an instant, while the nanny firmly blocked Gao Peng from getting any closer to the child.

Just as Gao Peng was about to forcefully take the child away, a woman walked out from the inside, holding another child in her arms.

Seeing this, Gao Peng’s eyes widened.

This is…

He looked at the one Zhang Xiangcao was holding, then took another glance at the other child.

They looked exactly alike.

Truly identical.

They were twins, and both boys.

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Indeed, heaven had not forsaken the Gao Family; now each household could have a grandson of their own, with no need for haste or competition.

Right, there was also this young woman.

In her twenties, she was extremely beautiful and closely resembled the two children, especially the large eyes and fair skin—practically identical.

These were mother and sons.

Undoubtedly mother and sons.

So this was…

“Sisi, I am your father, your real father.

I’ve come to take you home,” he said to the young woman with heartfelt sincerity, as if he had suddenly found his long-lost treasure.

Naturally, paternal love was overflowing.

He knew his daughter was named Sisi, also Tang Sisi.

Damn Zhang Shicao for having his daughter call another man father.

It’s one thing to have her call someone else father but changing her surname too, following someone else’s surname?

The seed of the Gao Family should, of course, carry the Gao name.