The Wealthy Old Man Carried a Child After His Divorce - Chapter 22

“By what right do you hit people!”

“Do you not know he is pregnant?”

“Song Ye, are you okay?”

The medical department erupted into a clamor. Several people helped Song Ye to the side, letting him sit on the sofa. Song Ye’s face was swollen from the blow, and Bai Yifeng noticed a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. He frowned as he looked at Ye Lang; how could he strike so heavily?

“I hit him precisely because of the pregnancy!” Ye Lang was still fuming with rage. If people had not been holding him back, he would have pinned Song Ye to the sofa by now. “As a doctor, you actually seduced a married Alpha! Have you no shame!”

“I did not, I did not!” Song Ye found strength from somewhere; he shook off the people around him and covered his face, shouting at Ye Lang, “I was with Fang Yang even earlier than you! You are clearly the one who seduced him!”

“You!” Ye Lang gritted his teeth, itching to strike again, but someone suddenly gripped his wrist. A sharp pain shot through his joint, and his expression twisted. He looked back, but then he sneered. “What is a Beta like you interfering for? You are just a piece of discarded trash; stay out of my business!”

“Mr. Ye, he is carrying Fang Yang’s child,” Bai Yifeng reminded him calmly. “I wonder how the Old Patriarch will look at his prospective grandson in law once he learns you have caused his great grandson to be miscarried?”

Ye Lang’s face turned shades of blue and white. He struggled to break free from the grip. Just as he was about to accuse Bai Yifeng of intentional assault, he realized that after Bai Yifeng let go, his wrist did not hurt at all, and not even a red mark remained.

If the timing had not been so inappropriate, Bai Yifeng really wanted to say, “Bet you did not expect that; I know martial arts.” In reality, he had simply practiced a few techniques during his spare time in his previous life. If he truly fought Ye Lang, he would have to worry about accidentally breaking the Omega.

Messier had also rushed out of his office. But after hearing what Song Ye said to Ye Lang, he stood at the office door holding his coffee cup, his feet feeling as if they were filled with lead, unable to take a single step forward.

Bai Yifeng exited the battlefield at just the right moment, surreptitiously moving to Messier’s side to watch the two Omegas trade barbs without further physical violence. Ye Lang had clearly taken his words to heart and did not lay another hand on Song Ye; after all, he had not yet gained the Old Patriarch’s favor, and until then, he had to be mindful of the old man’s temper.

“Director, did you really break off the engagement with him?” Bai Yifeng asked in a low voice. “Why do you not go up and stop the fight?”

His tone was neutral. Messier knew Bai Yifeng was not the type to enjoy drama for its own sake, but he replied despondently, “Have you not seen the news today?”

“Wait, you even have to announce a broken engagement in the papers?”

“Yes,” Messier looked at him blankly. “When you and the Colonel’s brother divorced, it was on the trending searches for several days.”

Bai Yifeng: “Cough, cough.”

He changed the subject, whispering, “Director, if I gave you two choices: one, retake the exam to join the Combat Medical Corps at the cost of ignoring Song Ye; the other, stay here and continue being a cuckold, which would you choose?”

Messier’s eyes flickered as he gripped the handle of his coffee cup. Bai Yifeng wondered if there was actually hope. Then Messier said, “Mr. Bai, usually in these kinds of questions, is there not supposed to be a reward?”

“A reward?”

“Yes, like if I gave you five hundred thousand Star Coins and then these two choices. You are not offering a reward?” Messier asked expressionlessly.

Bai Yifeng cleared his throat, thinking to himself that he did not realize those tropes were still in fashion. Even in this era, were there still irresponsible clickbait editors making things up?

“There is a reward, of course,” Bai Yifeng said softly. “If you choose the first option, I will guarantee your smooth entry into the Combat Medical Corps. How about that?”

While the two were talking, the battle between Ye Lang and Song Ye had moved to the second stage: calling each other shameless.

Messier watched in disbelief. “I have never seen this side of him. Tell me, would he ever go to this extent for me?”

Bai Yifeng’s teeth ached at the bitterness in his tone. The Beta drew inspiration from the tips Fang Xu had given him. Facing the clichéd tropes of a melodramatic novel, if one did not want to get sucked in, they either had to be more dramatic or ruthlessly cut all ties.

Just like he had left Fang Yang.

He and Messier had known each other for less than a week and had spoken for less than a day, but he wanted to use Messier for an experiment.

Bai Yifeng wanted to see what happened when a party involved in a dog blood plot left the drama. If he himself stayed away from these events, would it change the definition of this dog blood novel?

He did not want to watch this kind of excitement every day.

“I do not know what he would do for you. I only know that he is currently pregnant with another man’s child and is arguing until he is red in the face with that man’s fiancé,” Bai Yifeng decided to be blunt and sever Messier’s lingering attachment to Song Ye. “He has not even looked at you once. It is not because of guilt; it is because he never put you in his heart.”

Messier fell silent. Until Ye Lang left and Song Ye was taken by colleagues to have medicine applied and cold compresses for rest, he did not say another word.

“Xiao Bai, your patient is waiting for you.” A colleague patted his shoulder. Since Bai Yifeng was older but a junior in the department, being called “Xiao Bai” was fine.

Bai Yifeng acknowledged him and took the medical record. He stole one last look at Messier, who had returned to his office still clutching the empty coffee cup, before heading toward the ward.

But he had not expected Fang Yang to visit so frequently, and this time, he was not alone. When Bai Yifeng saw the Old Patriarch waiting for him at the ward door, his heart sank. He knew he probably would not be able to dodge this today.

“Yifeng, how long has it been since you came back to see Grandpa?” The old man sat on a bench in the hallway. Actually, he would have preferred to pull Bai Yifeng to the small garden outside for a chat, but since Bai Yifeng had patients to care for, he had to stay here.

Bai Yifeng had his back to him, bending over to change the dressing on an elderly patient’s leg. The medical robot nearby had already prepared everything, opening its hatch to swallow medical waste. Hearing the old man’s words, Bai Yifeng stuffed the blood stained bandage into the robot’s mouth. The little robot seemed happy, gulping down the trash and raising its tray so Bai Yifeng could easily reach it.

The old man felt a bit slighted. Since he arrived, Bai Yifeng had not said a single word to him, instead exchanging small talk with the little robot.

“Yifeng,”

“Little Eighteen, you can go rest now.” Bai Yifeng helped the elderly man back to his room and adjusted the bed height before coming out to pat the robot’s head. The robot wobbled its round, silver-white mechanical body and trundled away. Only then did the Beta turn to the old man. “Why did Grandpa come over today?”

The old man smiled, hearing him still call him “Grandpa.” Then he realized that Bai Yifeng was not calling him that because of Fang Yang, but because he was with Fang Xu. The smile on his face instantly froze.

Bai Yifeng sat down beside him as if nothing were wrong, placing the medical records neatly on his lap. “If there is nothing urgent, I have a lot of work to do.”

“Yifeng,” the old man suddenly asked, “I recall your previous studies were not in medicine, were they?”

Of course not.

Bai Yifeng answered in his head. The cannon fodder Beta in the book had studied finance; how could he be a doctor? But he had already prepared for this. “I want to help Xiao Xu more. Mr. Messier and Mr. Mondo in the medical department take good care of me.”

He did not mention the Fang family once, much less Fang Yang. He was clearly telling the old man that everything he did was for Fang Xu and had nothing to do with anyone else. Even Messier and Mondo took care of him because of Fang Xu, not because of the Fang family.

Logically, after awakening the Secret Covenant, Fang Xu should have received more attention from the old man. But since the birthday banquet, the old man had not contacted Fang Xu, nor had he suggested giving him any power.

His favoritism was simply too obvious.

Just as Bai Yifeng was thinking this, an even more blatant act of favoritism arrived. The old man placed his cane by his leg and looked hesitantly at Bai Yifeng. “Yifeng, Grandpa wants to discuss something with you.”

“I am not getting remarried.” Bai Yifeng cut him off immediately. Louis had already tipped him off about this, and the Beta was prepared. Sure enough, the old man had not expected him to guess what he was going to say. The prepared speech got stuck in his throat, unable to be said or swallowed.

Bai Yifeng glanced at Fang Yang, who was smoking in the non-smoking area, and picked up the records to leave. After a moment, he turned back. “Grandpa, I have a question to ask you too.”

“What is it?”

“Fang Yang and Fang Xu are both your biological grandsons, right?” He had learned earlier that the old man only had one son, who had fought until he was nearly three hundred years old before dying in battle. That was why the age gap between the old man and his grandsons was so large.

The old man seemed to guess what he was going to say, and his expression soured, but Bai Yifeng spoke anyway. “In that case, why do you look down on Fang Xu so much?”

“His father, died in battle,” the old man said dryly. “I do not want him to have that kind of ending too.”

“He will not have that kind of ending, of course.” Bai Yifeng dropped the sentence and left. He did not notice Fang Yang snubbing out his cigarette behind him, standing in the hallway and staring intently at his back. His gaze moved from his lean, powerful waist to the slightly long hair at the nape of his neck.

A familiar floral scent drifted through the air, seemingly stronger than during their previous meetings. Fang Yang’s gaze darkened. He knew better than anyone who this scent belonged to.

He and his brother had been together since birth. The scent of the Holy Wing Orchid never left his side, but now it was growing increasingly dense around Bai Yifeng.

Fang Yang tightened his fists. The person who originally belonged to him would eventually belong to him again.

On the other side, Messier was preparing to tell Bai Yifeng his decision to get some advice. However, Bai Yifeng was intercepted halfway by someone else.

“Mr. Mondo, what exactly happened?” Bai Yifeng was pulled along by Mondo, asking breathlessly as he stumbled forward.

Mondo frowned and said without looking back, “The Colonel is losing control a bit. You need to come and calm him down.”

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