He lured her deep into his trap, using both overt and covert methods to seduce her.

Seeing that things were not going well, Chen Bin hurriedly advised, "Jiachen, you can't lose your temper with your mother. Your mother has always loved you so much. You must not do anything to hurt her."

Upon hearing this, Song Jiachen felt a surge of emotion and involuntarily clenched his hands tightly until his knuckles turned white and even made a faint cracking sound.

He knew better than anyone that Zhao Man had doted on him all these years.

To outsiders, it seems that Zhao Man dotes on Song Zhi more, indulging her every whim. But only Song Jiachen knows the truth: in reality, Zhao Man's favorite child is always herself.

At first, he was very confused about this.

Why would a mother, who clearly favors her son, so carefully hide her feelings?

Especially after her father was hospitalized due to illness, Zhao Man's long-hidden favoritism was finally revealed to everyone without reservation.

He didn't understand before, but now he suddenly does.

He didn't know when Chen Bin left; he only vaguely heard the sound of the door opening and closing.

After seeing Chen Bin off, Zhao Man turned around and saw Song Jiachen still standing there like a statue, and couldn't help but sigh softly. Then, she slowly stepped forward and softly called out, "Son..."

She slowly reached out her hand, wanting to touch Song Jiachen's slightly flushed cheeks.

From childhood to adulthood, she doted on this child, never uttering a harsh word to him, let alone hitting him.

However, just now, she lost control and slapped Song Jiachen hard across the face.

At this moment, looking at the clearly visible handprint on Song Jiachen's cheek, her heart felt as if it were being gnawed by a million ants, and a wave of regret surged into her heart.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and her voice choked with emotion: "Baby, Mommy really didn't mean to hit you. Please don't be angry with Mommy, okay?"

As she spoke, she cautiously reached out again, trying to grasp Song Jiachen's arm.

Unexpectedly, Song Jiachen ruthlessly flung her hand away, his eyes wide with anger as he demanded, "Who exactly is that man?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Man's breath hitched, and a hint of panic and guilt flashed in her eyes.

But she quickly forced herself to remain calm and replied, "What man? What are you talking about?"

To everyone's surprise, Song Jiachen didn't buy it at all. He became even more agitated and suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs, "You're still lying to me even now!"

The sudden roar was like a thunderclap, leaving Zhao Man stunned on the spot.

She stared blankly at her son, whose face was contorted with rage, her mind a complete blank, utterly at a loss for what to do.

"Jiachen..." After a long while, Zhao Man finally called out softly as if waking from a dream.

Song Jiachen took a deep breath, trying to calm his surging emotions, but his face was still covered with a layer of frost.

Song Jiachen's gaze was icy as he stared intently at his mother, as if trying to see right through her.

He gritted his teeth and asked in an icy voice, "Mom, hasn't Dad been good enough to you? For so many years, he has taken care of this family with all his heart, and what have you done? You actually did such a shameless and disgraceful thing behind his back!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Man was stunned for a moment, her face showing an expression of disbelief. She stared straight at her son, her lips trembling slightly as she said, "Jiachen, how could you talk to your mother like that?"

Song Jiachen snorted coldly and questioned, "Did I say something wrong?"

Zhao Man trembled with anger: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Song Jiachen merely gave a cold laugh, a laugh filled with mockery and anger.

He clenched his fists and shouted again, "I'm not lying! I'm not my father's biological son, am I?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhao Man's body stiffened abruptly, as if she had been struck by lightning.

Her eyes instantly became panicked, but only for a moment before she quickly lowered her head, trying to hide her inner unease.

Zhao Man took a deep breath, forcing herself to remain calm, and raised her voice to retort, "Who said you're not your father's son?"

Song Jiachen turned his head away and remained silent.

Zhao Man continued, "Who told you that? That's utter nonsense."

Song Jiachen's hands, hanging by his sides, tightened and loosened. He was so angry that his chest heaved, and he glared at his eyes and roared, "Stop lying to me!"

Seeing this, Zhao Man reached out and grabbed Song Jiachen's hand, saying softly, "Son, what happened? Why are you like this all of a sudden? Who told you you're not your father's son?"

Following Zhao Man's words, Song Jiachen questioned, "Then tell me, am I my father's biological child?"

Faced with her son's relentless questioning, Zhao Man's face grew even paler. She stammered, "Of course, Jia Chen, please don't believe those rumors."

"Hmph, since you keep saying I'm my dad's son, fine!"

Song Jiachen snorted coldly, then resolutely turned around and strode towards the entrance, tossing out a sentence as he went, "Then I'm going to find my dad now, and we'll do a paternity test together to see who's lying!"

He had only taken a few steps when suddenly, Zhao Man gripped Song Jiachen's wrist tightly.

Zhao Man's eyes widened, her face contorted with rage, and she roared at the top of her lungs, "What kind of madness are you having now?!"

Song Jiachen's lips curled up slightly, revealing a contemptuous sneer. He let out a cold snort from his nose: "Am I the one who's gone mad, or are you hiding something, feeling guilty? What, are you scared now?"

As if electrocuted, Zhao Man frantically released her grip on Song Jiachen's wrist, stammering, "No, it's not like that, son, it's really not what you think."

Song Jiachen stared intently at his own reflection, his lips moving as he said, "I saw my father at the hospital."

Upon hearing Song Jiachen's words, Zhao Man instantly became terrified and uneasy.

She opened her mouth, seemingly eager to explain something, but Song Jiachen didn't give her even the slightest opening to defend herself. He then raised his voice and roared hoarsely, "Alright, stop lying to me! I heard my father say with my own ears that I'm not his biological son at all!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Man stared intently at her son, momentarily at a loss for words.

At this moment, only one thought remained in her mind.

Ruined.

After planning for so many years, I was about to succeed.

After a long while, she seemed to come to her senses, forcing a dry smile as she said, "Son, what nonsense are you talking about? How could you not be your father's biological son!"

Song Jiachen simply stared at her silently, a deep look of disappointment on his face.

"You still won't admit it?"

Song Jiachen's voice trembled slightly, as if the emotions he had been suppressing for a long time were about to burst forth.