Chapter: 495

This time, it was Lu Chen's turn to be confused.

He reached out to feel Sun Fugui's pulse again, and said firmly: "Impossible! Your knife wound was at least six years ago. That knife wounded the root, and there is no possibility of fertility, unless... .�

"Unless what?" Sun Fugui asked subconsciously.

"Unless your son is not biological."

"..."

"..."

Sun Fugui froze on the spot, his face turned pale.

He, who had experienced many storms, was at a loss at this moment.

He thought it was bad enough that he was cuckolded.

Unexpectedly, there was an even bigger "surprise" behind.


My son is not my biological son?

This blow is much heavier than being green!

"Mr. Lu, are you...really sure?"

The corners of Sun Fugui's eyes twitched, and there was still a last glimmer of hope in his heart.

"Boss Sun, although it sounds a bit ugly, but according to your physical condition, it is true that you have lost your fertility a long time ago. If you don't believe me, you can verify it yourself." Lu Chen looked serious.

To be honest, he felt a little sympathetic to Sun Fugui now.

Although the family has a lot of money, his wife Hong Xing is cheating and his son is not his own.

After this double blow, most people would probably go crazy.

"I understand, thank you Mr. Lu for reminding me."

"There are too many people here, two people, can you talk in another place?"

Sun Fugui clasped his fists, his expression neither happy nor sad.

"sure."

Lu Chen and Concubine Cao Xuan looked at each other and nodded immediately.

"Okay, Lao Zhao, you take Miss Cao and Mr. Lu back to Fugui Manor first, and I'll be there in a while." Sun Fugui instructed the driver.

"yes."

The driver responded.

Then he led Chen Lu and Concubine Cao Xuan to sit in the Rolls Royce outside.

After the two left, Sun Fugui's face turned gloomy.

Whether the son is his own or not, a paternity test can be done at a glance.

He can forgive his wife Hongxing for cheating on her, but he can never tolerate his desire to be a father. JrNovels.com