The Sweet Life of Superstar and His Goddess Wife

Chapter 450: I suspect that he is not my son.

Yan Hao grumbled a bit: "Got it, I need to act fake like that old man!"Then, he switched the topic to his recent business deals, all of which failed, making it seem like the entire world was against him.

"Aunt Dongfang, do you think I’m cursed? Or is someone messing with me?"

Lady Dongfang pondered for a moment: "Didn’t I tell you that I have something important to discuss with you before I came here?"

"Yeah, what’s it about?"

"Remember a few days ago, I told you about the Hidden Immortal Sect having an elder who formed a Nascent Soul?"

"Yeah, didn’t you go to the Nascent Soul ceremony today? I even asked you to take me along, but you weren’t willing, saying it wasn’t convenient." Yan Hao felt a bit displeased, "It’s been centuries since someone formed a Nascent Soul in the Cultivation World. Such a major event, and you left me behind. So much for saying you care about me."

"I told you I was going there as a member of the Dongfang Family. How would it look to bring you along?"

"Yeah, thanks to your brother, the Family Head, or else, given your situation of having an out-of-wedlock child, you wouldn’t still have a place in the Dongfang Family." Yan Hao couldn’t help but feel some resentment.

If it weren’t for Lady Dongfang’s selfishness, insisting on being with a married man, wouldn’t he have ended up as an illegitimate child?

Even though later on he was exchanged for another family’s son and got the Yan surname, becoming Yan Shanchuan’s only son, it still didn’t feel the same.

"You’re not doing badly now. If it weren’t for your poor cultivation talent, I would have taken you back to the Dongfang Family long ago. Even if you can’t return to the Dongfang Family, being the eldest young master of the Yan Family, having power and enjoying life, what’s not to like? You’ve got me all sidetracked, I need to talk to you about serious matters now."

"Go ahead!" Yan Hao lay back down on the hospital bed, not very interested.

"Do you know who I saw beside the Nascent Soul elder?"

"Who?"

"It’s the famous actor Jiang Nuo who stole your Furnace!"

Yan Hao suddenly sat up: "You’re talking about Jiang Nuo? No way, even if he’s a Cultivator, he has no affiliation. How did he end up at the Nascent Soul ceremony?" The place he couldn’t go, yet that big star could?!

Lady Dongfang nodded: "He’s that elder’s man!"

"Didn’t he get married? Do your Cultivation World women all like married men?"

Lady Dongfang glared at him: "I also asked for that elder’s name, it’s Mu Qiuniang. Even though she changed her face, it’s obviously the same person."

"Doesn’t that mean I’ve offended a Cultivation elder?" was Yan Hao’s first reaction.

"Heh!" Lady Dongfang sneered, "If that were all, we could just go and apologize in person, and she’d likely forgive us for the Dongfang Family’s sake. But the problem is, don’t you think Jiang Nuo’s luck is a bit too good? Especially, just when his luck reached its peak, you hit rock bottom."

"What do you mean?"

"When I was pregnant, that child didn’t die," Lady Dongfang’s eyes flashed with a ruthless glint, "Yan Shanchuan is ruthless, but if he could be so cruel to himself, who can say he didn’t pull some tricks back then, even deceiving me?"

"Wait a minute, are you saying that the child from back then didn’t die and could possibly be this Jiang Nuo?" Yan Hao looked completely incredulous.

"As you mentioned, Jiang Nuo was bearing bad luck before meeting his wife, but after meeting her, his fortune improved. His rising fortune happened to coincide with your declining luck, as his luck shot up, yours dwindled. Until finally, you’re utterly unlucky while he is extraordinarily fortunate." Lady Dongfang even recounted how Jiang Nuo, despite being a newcomer to cultivation, managed to defeat the Lei Family’s most favored young master, Lei Qianhua.

"That’s practically a Golden Finger; his rise was too fast, like a rocket!"

"Most importantly, Jiang Nuo is also an orphan with an unknown background."

"So what do we do? Regardless of whether he is or not, we can’t do anything right now. He’s with a Nascent Soul elder; if we lay a hand on him, I’m afraid..."

"I know, but we have no choice but to strike first. Ah Hao, you must understand, if Jiang Nuo really is the child from back then, then your current position belongs to him. Do you think he’d not hate us after being driven from the Yan Family using underhand tactics? Wouldn’t he seek revenge? If we don’t act before he figures it out, what chance would we have once he does?"

Yan Hao felt a chill in his heart: "But his wife is a Nascent Soul elder! Aunt Dongfang, does anyone in the Cultivation World stand a chance against a Nascent Soul elder?"

"Who said we need to deal with the Nascent Soul elder? We can just deal with Jiang Nuo."

...

Zhan Zhengxiao suddenly received a call from his younger sister, Zhan Zhengtong, saying she needed a favor, which startled him. Ever since his sister married Yan Shanchuan and moved to the Capital City, she rarely contacted him.

If it weren’t for Yan Hao sometimes visiting to see the old man and their elders, they would have almost forgotten they had a sister named Zhan Zhengtong.

Zhan Zhengxiao was quite troubled by this pampered and willful sister.

He couldn’t fathom how she got so captivated by Yan Shanchuan, that base character, insisting on marrying him. Thankfully, over these twenty years, though she didn’t often visit her family, Yan Shanchuan seemed to treat her well enough, so they turned a blind eye and didn’t interfere.

Especially since Yan Shanchuan occasionally leveraged the Zhan Family’s influence, they pretended not to see.

Alas... since their sister married someone like that, even if they were dissatisfied, a child was already born and grown, what more could they do?

"Why did you suddenly decide to call me?"

"I need your help with something. Tell me, will you help or not?" Zhan Zhengtong’s tone was somewhat stiff.

Since they didn’t keep in touch much, she nearly forgot how she used to speak with her family.

Zhan Zhengxiao sighed: "Zhengtong, I’m your brother and I just want to ask out of concern."

"If you care about me, then help me with this matter."

Such an expected tone, just like old times! Zhan Zhengxiao felt an even deeper sigh in his heart: "If it’s something related to the Capital City, I’ll have Jingwen contact you. I’m semi-retired now, and not aware of many current affairs. Jingwen, although young, can manage the big picture, you can rest assured he won’t delay your matters."

Though he didn’t want to meddle, she was his sister after all, so he could only bear it.

"Mm! Pass the phone to me."

"Alright!"

...

The conversation seemed somewhat dry. Hanging up the phone, Zhan Zhengxiao even felt like he wasn’t talking to a family member, but a stranger.

"What’s up?" His wife, Fu Chunxue, asked in puzzlement.

"It’s Zhengtong on the phone."

Fu Chunxue was surprised: "What made her think of calling you? Did something happen to her?"