Corporate slave? Pshaw, I'm the richest woman now!

Why is that?

In fact, Tang Tang's fakeness will always remain fake. As the true head of the family, the Godfather would never truly be willing to hand over the family to someone with whom he has no blood relation or even any emotional connection.

So why are you willing now?

Silence spread. The Godfather slowly raised his eyes, his expression complex. "Everyone knows that my beloved son is dead, and my wife has also passed away."

Tang Tang's expression remained unchanged as she listened quietly to the godfather's words, which seemed to be a narration, yet carried a hint of ambiguity in his tone.

“I personally sent my child into the crematorium, he turned into a handful of ashes, and finally I sent him to the cemetery.”

“The Newman family needs a head of the family, and I am old and have no heir.”

At this point, he gave a mocking smirk, "No ancient family can be monolithic, and there are plenty of fools in the council of elders."

cough.

Tang Tang didn't want to interrupt, so she just touched the tip of her nose, thinking of the mess in Chi Ningbei's house, and sighed that being the head of a family was really not easy.

At this point, the Godfather suddenly changed the subject, looking at Tang Tang with a hint of tenderness in his eyes, "I'm sorry to be so forward, Miss Tang, but you and my son look very alike."

Um?

Tang Tang raised an eyebrow in confusion and changed the subject, asking, "Me and Mr. Alberto?"

The Godfather nodded, looking at the ugly crocodile head that slowly peeked into the hall from the entrance, and pointed at it, "This crocodile that went with you, its parents are Lean's crocodiles."

Lean is Alberto's name.

Tang Tang was surprised, she didn't expect it to be such a coincidence. Big Pretty slowly crawled over, it had been washed clean and even smelled of flowers. Tang Tang bent down and touched its head.

"He is just like you, very handsome, kind and friendly, but he can also be quite wicked at times. He is my proudest child and the heir I most hope to have."

Hmm, I think I was just casually praised by the old man.

In fact, the Godfather had long accepted the fact that Ryan had died. As a family head and a Mafia godfather, he had personally sent away countless loyal subordinates and comrades in his early struggles.

So Tang Tang only sighed softly and whispered her condolences.

The Godfather nodded and continued the conversation, "The Elders want to put their children in the line of succession, and as the head of the family, I have no reason to refuse."

A family head must have an heir, but the Newman family is special because the heir must be a direct descendant with purple eyes. This means that the few young people they have are all children of the elders.

In Alberto's eyes, they were all a bunch of good-for-nothings, spoiled idiots.

"So I made a bold decision."

Tang Tang looked over curiously and heard the godfather say something indifferently.

"Before I put Ryan's body into the incinerator, I had the medical team take half of the body away."

!!

??

Tang Tang wondered if she was hallucinating. She instinctively widened her eyes and asked, "What did you say?"

“I had the medical team take away half of my child’s body.”

……

What did you do?

“I set up a private laboratory, but I know very well that people cannot be resurrected.”

"So I had them try gene cloning technology."

"It succeeded seven years ago."

Tang Tang tried to doubt that she was hallucinating, but when she met the godfather's clear gaze, she resigned herself to her fate.

"I thought what you meant at the beginning was to send Mr. Lean to his eternal rest."

The Godfather nodded, a complex smile on his face. "Miss Tang, we all know that the moment Lei An's heart stopped beating, he fell into eternal sleep."

“I was definitely crazy back then, so I tried to challenge the rules of biology and make Ryan exist in another sense.”

"But unfortunately, I failed. The only child who survived had congenital heart damage and was completely different from Lei An. He didn't even have purple eyes."

"He is eight years old this year."

Tang Tang felt that the most insane thing was not that the Godfather used his own child's corpse to perform gene cloning, but that this baby, who was born using some unknown technological means, had actually lived to this day.

Is this your reason for changing your mind?

"I had previously planned to entrust this child to a loyal subordinate after my death and send him to a wealthy place to live out his life."

"But his heart problem is very serious and requires meticulous care and advanced medical technology."

Tang Tang seemed to have a sudden realization. She sighed inwardly at how coincidental it was, and said helplessly, "I didn't expect to come."

"Yes, your arrival has given me a better opportunity."

“His physical condition ensures he will never be able to threaten you, and I am willing to exchange the power of the Newman family for it.”

“Miss Tang, you said before that you don’t value the position of the true head of the family that much. I believe you, and I can only believe you.”

"There is an old Chinese saying, 'To control the emperor is to command the princes.' If you want to become the true head of the Newman family, then this child will be your best weapon."

Every word the old Godfather spoke was rational and calm, seemingly stripped of all emotion: "If you do not value the Newman family's status, it proves that your status is even more prominent, and you will treat this child with a tolerant heart."

Regardless of whether it's positive or negative, it's beneficial to Tang Tang.

She seemed to have no reason to refuse.

"I believe you have enough means to confuse bloodline and pupil."

Seeing Tang Tang's interest, the old godfather clapped his hands in signaling her interest, and then the old butler slowly approached with a neatly dressed child beside him.

The child gradually approached Tang Tang's seat, then quietly looked up at her.

Tang Tang looked down at the child at her feet.

The child was actually very well raised; his golden hair was soft and fluffy, and he was wearing a short-sleeved shirt with lace trim and brown checkered overalls, with a pair of black leather boots on his short legs.

The eyes weren't purple, but a very common light brown.

Perhaps because of his heart condition, he was very thin, with prominent facial features. On his small face, a pair of large eyes quietly looked at her.

Tang Tang doesn't like children.

Or perhaps she doesn't like noisy, unruly children, but she's only 19 and going to university in two months. It doesn't make sense for her to raise a child, does it?

Seemingly sensing Tang Tang's predicament, the godfather sighed, "Don't worry, with your reagent, I can at least live until he comes of age."

“I also guessed that Miss Tang wouldn’t stay in Italy for long. There’s still a long time ahead, and your world is rich enough. I just want to find a home for this child.”

"Perhaps you need a godson?"

In the Western church, godfathers and godmothers are the guarantors of baptized children in Christianity.

They usually play a very important role, not only as a guide on the path of faith, but also as a spiritual supporter and mentor.

Generally speaking, the relationship is closer than that of foster parents.

Tang Tang initially wanted this identity, but unexpectedly, things have turned out this way.

Should I raise my child?

The child looked at her quietly, seemingly unconcerned about his future.

"You will become the rightful godmother of the Newman family in the future."

Of course, I will.

This child poses no threat to her and may even be used as a safeguard for gaining deeper control over the Newkman lineage someday in the future.

A deal that is entirely beneficial and without any drawbacks.

She looked down at the child beside her, at his lips that were slightly purple from the heart damage, and smiled with satisfaction, her smile gentle and bright.

That's good, thank goodness.

She would ensure the child had a comfortable life and the most advanced medical care, but she would also ensure he was always kept away from the center of power.

She slowly extended her hand to the blond child, her voice gentle, "Would you be willing to become your godmother and the new future head of the Newman family?"