<h4>Chapter 2735: Are you suspecting that he is my son?</h4>


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    He had his ways with kids.


    After managing to trick the boy into going to a hospital to have his blood drawn and sending the sample to the information bank forparison, the deputy director told the butler that the process required at least two days. Therefore, Baby Chu was once more brought back to the Gu residence.


    Gu Jinglian was at a casino under his jurisdiction doing ounts when he received a call from the butler saying that it was a futile search; the boy had failed to provide any useful information and, hence, was taken back home with him.


    “What?” He was displeased to hear that. “Why didn’t you just leave him there?”


    “The police are short-handed at the moment, so they definitely won’t be able to take good care of him. Besides, the littled is looking for you. He seems to be pretty attached to you, so—”


    He pulled his lips back into a sneer. “Howe I didn’t know that you’re such a softie?”


    The elderly manughed awkwardly in response, but the mafioso could not be bothered either way. “Go get him settled first; don’t let him make a mess.”


    “Yes, sir.” A sudden thought hit his mind at that moment as he nced at the kiddo, who was currently fiddling with his fingers. After much deliberation, he carefully probed. “Say, the two of you look very much alike; do you want to consider... getting a paternity test done?”


    “Are you suspecting that he’s my son?”


    “...”


    The young man pressed his lips into a hard line before asking icily, “Given my style of doing things, do you really think I’m the type of person to spread my seeds everywhere?”


    “No, that’s not what I mean! Don’t think too much of my words. I just—”


    With a snort, he coolly ended the call and continued going through the ounts.


    Casinos’ ounts were huge, for they easily dealt with hundreds of millions at any one time. Generally speaking, he did all the ounting himself; this was to prevent others from cooking the books.


    The Gus had fourrge casinos under their name, so ounting was an extremelyplicated process. Only a capable man like him could aplish the feat of going through them all within a day. By the time he was done with the ounts, it would already be eight in the evening.


    After having his dinner, he returned to the Gu residence and found a certaind in pajamas lying in bed, happily reading a fairytale’sic version, when he opened the door to his room. He certainly did not expect to see this sight, and his expression turned frigid right away.


    The noise jolted Baby Chu back to reality. When he noticed the adult at the door, he hopped off the bed and ran to him while smiling cheerfully. “Uncle, you’re back!”


    Gu Jinglian’s face darkened. “Why are you here in my room?”


    “Butler Fu brought me here when I asked him where your room is,” replied the guileless kid.


    Upon hearing that, he gnashed his teeth in anger. “That old man—”


    “Please don’t scold him! I just wanna sleep with you!” The boy even knew how to intercede on others’ behalf.


    As he suppressed the urge to kick the boy out, he pointed at the door and said, “Go back to your room.”


    He grew up sleeping alone from the tender age of three. He had gotten used to it, and this habit had stayed with him through the years, never once making any exceptions—not even for the women he bedded. Besides, his obsessivepulsive disorder was so ridiculously serious that he detested having unnecessary physical contact with anyone. To him, women were nothing but tools for his biological needs.


    “I don’t have my own room...” mumbled the little boy forlornly, which earned him a re from the man.


    “Your room is wherever you sleptst night!”