CHAPTER 237: CHAPTER 202 WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT_3

"Oh my god! Just let me sleep a little longer!" She practically didn’t sleep the first half of the night, and after a short nap during the second half, she was woken up again.

Even worse, she was groggily pressed awake by him, murmuring in protest, "What are you doing?"

He, unbelievably shameless, responded by saying she could go ahead and sleep—he’d take care of the rest!

With him acting like that, how was she supposed to fall asleep?

Leng Mochen gently kissed her exposed, tender little ear and said affectionately, "Go sleep in my office; I’ll let you use the bed in the lounge!"

Li Si had to concede. If she didn’t go along with his suggestion, she doubted he’d let her sleep at all. Forget it—besides, the bed in the lounge was comfortable enough. She begrudgingly agreed to go there and sleep.

With no other choice, she got up, yawning, and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Leng Mochen, pleased with himself, whistled as he headed toward the walk-in closet. He picked out his outfit for the day and thoughtfully chose an outfit for Li Si too.

A rainbow-colored maxi dress paired with white strappy sandals—it looked effortlessly comfortable.

Li Si still felt half-asleep even after arriving at the office. Her eyes barely opened as she was led, dazed, by Leng Mochen into his office, his arm wrapped around her.

Behind him was a group of gossiping female employees who, now armed with fresh material, couldn’t wait to dish it out.

Secretary Du glared at the closed door, silently seething with jealousy. Why was Mr. Leng being so doting toward that woman? What did she have that she didn’t? Just a few years younger? Looks and height-wise, she wasn’t even that special!

Leng Mochen opened the lounge door carefully, positioning Li Si on the bed with painstaking gentleness. Stealing the moment, he kissed her passionately before reluctantly being pushed away.

"You’re unbearable! Let me sleep for a bit—no more kissing!" she mumbled, covering her lips to thwart him. How could he behave like this? She was practically dying of exhaustion!

"Alright! You rest well, and I’ll take you out for a meal when I’m done!" He softly tucked a thin blanket around her and eased out of the room quietly. Judging by the sight of her, he really had worn the little one out. Next time... hmm, next time, maybe he’d go easier.

Li Si turned over and quickly fell asleep.

...

Mrs. Leng held a paternity test report in her hands, her emotions roiling within.

Seizing the opportunity while the housemaid went to clean Jinyuan, she secretly obtained Leng Mochen’s toothbrush. Qian Rouxuan had provided Tom’s toothbrush, and the two had approached a private agency to conduct a discreet paternity test.

The results indicated a 99.99% similarity—a confirmed parent-child relationship.

She was ecstatic to discover she truly had a grandson. After excitedly sharing the news with Leng Qiankai over the phone, Mr. Leng was equally overjoyed. Their son was already in his thirties – even if he got married now, who knew when they’d see a grandson?

With the sudden arrival of such an unexpected blessing—a grown grandson right before them—what grandparent wouldn’t be thrilled?

He immediately decided to wrap up his affairs and visit the country as soon as possible.

After hanging up, Mrs. Leng pondered whether she should tell her son as well. Deciding it was appropriate, she went directly to Mo Si Company’s head office. Having known Du Xue’s family for years, Mrs. Leng bypassed formalities and strode straight into her son’s office unannounced.

Leng Mochen looked at his mother, who had suddenly opened the door and entered, his mood shifting though his expression remained neutral. "You’re here!"

Mrs. Leng hesitated, standing before her son and feeling inexplicably uneasy in her chest. Tentatively, she tried to smile softly and said, "I just happened to be passing by and thought I’d drop by to see you."

"Please, take a seat!" Leng Mochen rose and pressed the intercom. "Bring two cups of tea in!"

After that, he sat across from Mrs. Leng. "Do you need something?"

"Oh, it’s nothing much! Are you busy?" Mrs. Leng clutched her handbag strap, her nerves rattled. What if her son grew furious at her? After all, she’d handled matters in secret, going against his firm insistence that he’d handle it himself.

Secretary Du came in with a tray holding two steaming cups of tea. Noticing Li Si wasn’t present, she assumed Li Si must still be in the lounge.

"Please enjoy!"

"Thank you! Du Xue is looking more radiant by the day—I haven’t seen you in ages! How’s your mother doing these days?" Mrs. Leng asked casually as she picked up her teacup.

Secretary Du quickly glanced at Leng Mochen, whose expression remained cold as he stared downward, lost in thought.

She promptly answered with a smile, "Mrs. Leng, don’t praise me like that—I’ll get embarrassed! My mom’s doing well. Just the other day, she mentioned wanting to go shopping with you."

"Sounds lovely! I’ll find some time soon and reach out to her!" Mrs. Leng replied. Though polite, her tone carried an air of detachment, which prompted Secretary Du, tactful as ever, to excuse herself after saying a few cordial words.

Clearing her throat gently, Mrs. Leng decided she had to speak her mind openly. After all, since her son wasn’t getting any younger, wasn’t it possible he’d also want a child soon?

"Mochen, there’s something I need to talk to you about today," Mrs. Leng began.

"Go ahead," Leng Mochen replied, leaning back with his arms crossed over the sofa’s backrest, curious about what she wanted to say. He just hoped Li Si wouldn’t wake up from the disturbance.

"Mochen, I’ve already completed the paternity test for you. That child is indeed your son! Blame me or resent me if you will, but as your parents, we only acted in your best interest," Mrs. Leng explained, her tone gradually becoming calm and earnest. It wasn’t like she would ever harm her child.

"What did you say? Who gave you the right to do that?" Leng Mochen erupted in fury. He had been actively investigating the situation and had already made progress. How could she meddle like this?

Mrs. Leng adopted a resolute stance: "Mochen, I am your mother! Why wouldn’t I have the right? Since he’s my grandson, he should never be left out there alone. Whether you’re willing to acknowledge him or not, your father and I are perfectly capable—we’ll bring him home and raise him ourselves.

As for that woman, don’t worry. I’ll handle her properly so she doesn’t affect your relationship with Li Si."

Leng Mochen sneered, "Not affect our relationship? Is that possible? You plan to take him back and raise him—what will people say about Li Si? She hasn’t even married me yet, and you want her to become a stepmother?"

Mrs. Leng’s face showed signs of imploring: "Son, I’m begging you, okay? You’re not that young anymore, and we finally have such a wonderful, ready-made grandson. Now that we know the truth, how can we send him away with his mother back to the United States?

Would you truly have the heart to let us live the remainder of our lives in agony? As for Li Si, don’t worry—I’ll explain things to her. Even if this child is recognized, he won’t have much of a connection to you both.

Li Si isn’t unreasonable. Our family has already been more than accommodating, considering we’re letting someone with her kind of background marry in. How many prominent families would accept a girl with such a background—no parents or roots—as their daughter-in-law?" Mrs. Leng’s voice grew increasingly emotional, louder and brimming with apparent righteousness.