Wen Yanran's words had nearly upended everything Xi Beiyang had believed for over two decades. He stepped back repeatedly until, tripping over his own feet by accident, he collapsed into a chair.
Seeing Xi Beiyang's reaction, Wen Yanran knew that he had begun to believe her. A calculating glint swiftly passed through her reddened eyes, "Beiyang..."
As Wen Yanran tried to approach him, Xi Beiyang resisted loudly, "Don't come any closer!"
Feeling perhaps that his response was too harsh, Xi Beiyang added, "Just give me some time to be alone..."
"Alright, alright," Wen Yanran said with feigned care, "Mom knows it's hard for you to accept, I'm not in a hurry, take your time..."
About fifteen minutes later, Xi Beiyang focused his gaze on Wen Yanran, "If you really are my mother, why didn't you ever look for me or acknowledge me throughout these twenty-plus years when you were near me?"