869 A Million Times for You 231 (1/2)

After taking a shower, Rong Yan changed into his new clothes and shoes. His skin was fair like porcelain, and his features were as delicate as that of a female toddler.

Fan Shixin took a photo of him, which he then attached to the news article.

Before the article was released, the two children were sent to the boot camp.

After releasing the article, Fan Shixin asked Jin Qingyan, ”Young Sir, Gu Beicheng and his wife can totally adopt Rong Yan. Gu Beicheng would be pleased to do so as well. Why did you accept the decision to adopt him before discussing it with Young Madam?”

”You wanted to ask me this since last night, didn't you?” Jin Qingyan asked with a smile.

”You found out?”

Jin Qingyan said, ”Gu Beicheng was definitely still unconscious when Xiaoning agreed to adopt the child. She probably acknowledged him because she wanted Gu Beicheng to regain his consciousness. That's a very precious camaraderie between them. I accepted the decision sincerely, mainly because of two reasons. Firstly, do you think she'll let Gu Beicheng have the custody of the child just because I refuse to adopt him? If you actually think so, that just means you don't know her well enough yet. Since she's already promised to adopt him, she definitely wouldn't go back on her word. Secondly, do you remember why we got our first divorce?”

”Of course I remember.”

”It was that very incident that had caused her womb to be permanently damaged. She only managed to keep Yiheng after suffering two miscarriages. She's well aware that she can no longer conceive now, and she probably wouldn't opt for a surrogate. I haven't asked her about it before, and I'm not quite sure, but there's one thing I'm certain of. That is, she feels guilty and regretful toward the miscarried fetuses. I don't see any harm in adopting Rong Yan if he can fill the void in her heart. Anyway, we can afford to raise a hundred children, let alone just one. We can definitely afford to give him a good education.”

”There'll definitely be lots of discussions about the article. Young Sir. you'd better not read the comments online,” said Fan Shixin.

”I won't.”

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Jin Qingyan opened his laptop in the office and stared at the news on the screen.

He read through the article, which was written according to his wishes, and found that it was quite well written before shifting his gaze onto the comment box below.

The first comment made was extremely hateful and vicious.

”A child adopted from abroad? More like Jin Qingyan's or An Xiaoning's illegitimate son. The two of them must have gotten a divorce previously because of this illegitimate son. From the way I see it, this child does resemble An Xiaoning greatly. He's as pretty as a girl. Could he be the lovechild of An Xiaoning and a foreign man? If that's the case, Jin Qingyan is far too magnanimous. He was made a cuckold and yet he's still willingly to accept the child, especially when he's not An Xiaoning's lawful husband yet. My heart goes out to this pitiful man.”

Jin Qingyan decided to create an anonymous account to clap back at the netizen after reading the comment.

He replied: ”Do you really think Jin Qingyan is so foolish? How could he not know if she had given birth to that child or not? I really wonder if you're insulting An Xiaoning's intelligence or Jin Qingyan's.”

Another netizen chimed in: ”Maybe Jin Qingyan enjoys holding himself cheap and insists on being in love with that woman. Who are we to say anything if they're both willing parties?”

Jin Qingyan was exasperated beyond limits upon reading the comment. He suppressed his anger and tried his best to stay calm.

After all, he had already expected there to be speculations and castigations made online after the news was released.

However, he would not tolerate having anyone criticize his woman!

That was what infuriated him the most.

He, too, knew how to leave comments.

He quickly called Fan Shixin and said, ”Activate the keyboard warriors. I can't let those shit talkers go about their unruly ways and let their tongues wag brazenly.”

”Young Sir, didn't you say that you won't read the comments?”