The CEO Daddy Is So Imposing

Six years apart, and one month before his wedding, she suddenly shows up in front of him with a son. Mo Xinuo sneered. “Su Jinxi, what are you doing here?” But inside, the man was thinking excitedly, Is she here because she found out I'm getting married and regrets letting me go? If so, he'd tell her in a triumphant voice, “Su Jinxi, it's too late to regret it.” But she suddenly led a boy of just over five from behind her and brought him in front of him. “He's your son.” This woman really had some nerve, he thought. When he was young and foolish, she had toyed with him as she pleased. He'd let that go. But now he was mature and steady. He would never again be fooled by her seemingly innocent appearance. There was no way she could pin another man's bastard on him so easily. “My son? Are you sure?” “If you don't believe me, we can get a paternity test.” Su Jinxi remained calm in the face of his doubts. [The Negotiation] “Su Jinxi, what do you want?” He slammed the report in his hand onto the table. If the boy was his son, there was no reason for him not to keep him by his side. “If you want the boy, I'll give him to you, but I want five million.” Su Jinxi made an outrageous demand. Five million? To him, it was a drop in the bucket. To Su Jinxi, it was more than she could earn in several lifetimes. “Five million? Fine, I'll give it to you. But you'll have no visitation rights.” Mo Xinuo stated coldly. “Since I'm giving you our son, I'll give up all my rights.” Su Jinxi smiled as usual, though her heart was bitter. Fine! He'd never met such a heartless mother. “...Deal. Su Jinxi, get out of here...” He ground his teeth, his fists clenched tightly on his knees. [Meeting the Family] A furious man dragged a fiercely uncooperative little boy home and set him down in the living room. The people waiting there immediately crowded around them. “He's the spitting image of little Xinuo, and you still needed a paternity test before you'd acknowledge him? Idiot.” Old Madam Mo held the boy's hand in one of hers and the paternity test report in the other. She didn't even glance at it before tossing it aside and scolding the grim-faced man. “I want my mommy.” No matter what anyone in the family said, the boy repeated only those four words. “Where's the child's mother?” Old Madam Mo felt sorry for her precious great-grandson and wanted to grant his wish, so she pressed the scowling man for an answer. “She left...” the scowling man replied, his face dark, then turned and went upstairs. “I want my mommy, you idiot...” the boy screamed after the man going upstairs. P.S. This is just a preview. You're welcome to dive in! If the story doesn't quite match the blurb, I'll revise it right away if enough people complain. Oh yeah!