BPIFC -Volume 1 – Chapter 196 Ethics

In a small courtyard about five kilometers away from the Mysterious Investigation Bureau, Wu Rendi was sitting on a stone stool, staring intently at the man in front of him—Jiao Dalang.

He didn’t speak. He just kept staring without blinking, making the old man increasingly nervous, cold sweat streaming down his forehead.

Unable to stand the silence, Jiao Dalang finally forced himself to speak:

“Didn’t they say you already remembered everything? That’s why I was called over to confirm it… but it looks like you still haven’t remembered. Maybe I should head back first. I’ll come again once you fully recall what happened twenty years ago…”

“Who said I don’t remember?”

Wu Rendi finally spoke.

Seeing that Jiao Dalang was about to leave in panic, something in his mind suddenly stirred—the DNA report Sun Desheng had been clutching last night.

He cautiously said:

“You’re talking about… me and Che Qianzi, right?”

“Yes… yes, about you and your son!”

Jiao Dalang misunderstood him completely and thought Wu Rendi had truly recovered his memory. He immediately became emotional.

“It’s better late than never… do you know how I’ve been living all these years? I just waited for you to remember what happened twenty years ago and take the young master away from Kong Dalong… I waited twenty years…”

He opened his briefcase and pulled out photos from twenty years ago, placing them in front of Wu Rendi.

“These were cut from surveillance footage—I kept them all for this day. This woman was the one who saved you back then, and she left you a child… but later you forgot everything, and she left for France in anger…”

The photos showed the woman accompanying Wu Rendi in Hangzhou.

Although Wu Rendi still had black hair in those images, he could instantly tell whether it was him or not.

Looking at them, Wu Rendi’s expression turned strange.

Faintly, an image surfaced in his mind—him and a woman by West Lake, watching the scenery…

But whether it was truly the woman in the photos, he could not be sure.

Jiao Dalang, thinking Wu Rendi was emotionally recalling the past, quickly pulled out more photos—pregnancy photos, then pictures of a child being held.

Most of the later photos showed Kong Dalong standing awkwardly nearby.

Eventually, the woman disappeared entirely, replaced by Kong Dalong raising a young boy in a Taoist temple.

That boy was none other than Che Qianzi.

As Wu Rendi looked at the images, he also recalled the DNA report from last night.

It now seemed clear—the entire setup by Sun Desheng had been to obtain a drop of his blood.

And that monk’s strange words and expressions… it seemed he had known all along.

He simply hadn’t said it.

Wu Rendi picked up the last photo.

It showed a ten-year-old Che Qianzi holding a shiny shovel, chasing more than a dozen young men in their twenties around.

For a moment, Wu Rendi froze.

Wasn’t this exactly like his younger self—one man standing alone against an entire faction of cultivators?

Meanwhile, inside the Mysterious Investigation Bureau, preparations for the evening banquet were underway.

When it was announced that the year-end dinner would be held in the bureau cafeteria instead of a hotel, many investigators felt disappointed—but there was no choice but to accept it.

By around six o’clock, everyone had arrived and seated themselves at different tables.

At first, no one wanted to sit with Che Qianzi. In the end, it was Shen La who pulled two Deputy He directors over to sit with him.

Unlike previous years, the banquet was no longer held in a hotel. This year’s rules had changed.

After a few polite remarks, Section Chief Ren stood up and began to toast from table to table.

He was a heavy drinker. After five or six tables, his face was already red and his body slightly unsteady.

When he reached Che Qianzi’s table, he raised his cup and said:

“I toast everyone… to Deputy Director He’s bright future… to Deputy He’s smooth progress… to Deputy Director Shen’s early success in marriage… and to Secretary Che you—ugh!”

Before he could finish, he suddenly bent over and vomited violently on the spot.

Che Qianzi frowned:

“Great… when it gets to me, you throw up?”

Someone quickly dragged Section Chief Ren away and cleaned up the mess.

Just as everyone was laughing at the scene, the cafeteria doors opened.

A white-haired man, from head to toe, walked in.

It was Wu Rendi.

Seeing him appear, everyone froze.

He almost never attended these events.

So why was he here today?

Before anyone could react, Wu Rendi had already walked straight to Che Qianzi’s table.

He looked at his “son” and said flatly:

“Say it. Call me Dad.”

The entire cafeteria fell silent.

Everyone had the same thought:

This is going too far… even if you’re angry, beating him up would be enough. Why bring family drama into it?

Che Qianzi also assumed he was being mocked.

He grabbed a beer bottle, glared back, and said word by word:

“Say it. Call me Grandpa.”

The moment the words left his mouth—

He didn’t even see how Wu Rendi moved.

His vision went black.

He collapsed instantly.

After dealing with this “unfilial son,” Wu Rendi turned coldly toward Yang Xiao hiding in the back.

“Say it. Who told you to hit my son?” he said icily.

Yang Xiao looked like he was about to cry:

“Director Wu… it wasn’t… I… he… you…”