Young Master and His Super Inferno Lover

12. Young Master’s Illegitimate Children?

Translator: Antonia

Mu Yunshen was furious. He had not been this angry for a long time.

On the other side, the teacher’s communicator rang. After she took the call, her face grew long.

She walked over with an apoplectic manner. “I’m sorry, Mr. Mu. You really shouldn’t have done that. Mr. Baruch has connections in the city government. I’m afraid that your children cannot return to our kindergarten anymore.”

Without saying a word, Mu Yunshen bent over to pick up the kids and turned to walk towards his car.

Mesdil, who watched the whole process, was surprised when he saw the child with silver hair. As he saw Calan’s face, he was stunned. This child was more beautiful than any other child he had ever seen.

Mesdil stared at Calan, feeling that this kid looked a little familiar, but he couldn’t remember where he had seen him before.

Calan, who was in Mu Yunshen’s arms, seemed to notice that someone was looking at him, and he raised his eyes to look in the direction of Mesdil.

Mesdil’s heart almost jumped out of his mouth by the look from the kid.

That… that pair of eyes!

Mesdil was in such a shock that he actually forgot he left the car to ask for directions. He returned to the car directly. From the rearview mirror, he saw the young master in the back seat was also staring at the young man holding the two children.

Mesdil’s heart skipped a beat. ‘Does young master also see that child?’

‘No…’ Mesdil stared at his young master, Trolexer, in the rearview mirror and his eyes widened. He finally knew why he felt familiar when he looked at that silver-haired kid. Those delicate features were exactly the same as his young master’s!

Apart from the features and appearance, the most important thing was that pair of eyes!

That pair of violet eyes, the symbol of the Aslan Family!

God, could his young master have a mistress who secretly gave birth to their children?!

No, Mesdil had been following his young master for six whole years, and he had never heard that his young master had kept any mistress. Then, was his young master in a relationship with this woman before he worked for his young master?

But at that time, he never heard of the young master having a mistress. Could it be… the children of the first young master, his young master’s older brother?!

After all, the genes of the Aslan Family were strong. The young master and the first young master were brothers, and they looked similar. Besides, compared to the young master, the first young master was the one most likely to keep a mistress.

‘My God, what would happen to this child if the Aslan Family find out about him?’ The bloodline of the Aslan Family was not allowed to be tainted. Nor were inferior genes allowed to interfere in the history of the Aslan Family’s inheritance!

However, that child was different.

Mesdil seemed to have discovered a big secret, which made his heart pound fast. He really wanted to tell the young master about it, but the rules of the Aslan Family were strict, and he had to be loyal to the master he served, instead of crossing the line; nor should he gossip behind his master’s back. Before he had clear evidence, if he made a false claim, he would be the one that suffered. Slandering the first young master would only make things worse. Considering his position, he chose not to tell his discovery to Trolexer. After all, a lot of people were waiting him to make a mistake, so that they could take his place.

Mesdil pondered, still feeling that he shouldn’t say anything without evidence.

He calmed down and asked, “Master, should we go and meet Miss Olicia first?” After all, the main purpose of their trip to Planet Marka was to meet Miss Olicia. It was the order of the grand master himself.

Trolexer didn’t answer. He looked out the window.

Mesdil didn’t know if the young master had heard him, so he continued, “I heard that Miss Olicia’s bloodline hybridity is only 21%. If she marries you, she’ll definitely give birth to a child of a pure bloodline for the Aslan Family. This is what the master and the grand master means.”

The young master Trolexer was already 30 years old while without a fiancée or a child. In the Aslan Family, he had the purest bloodline. The whole family was looking forward to him getting married as soon as possible and having a child of pure bloodline for the Aslan Family.

However, after so many years, the young master had seen many young ladies, a few of whom with a bloodline hybridity less than 50%. Those young ladies had always been secretly interested in Trolexer, but Trolexer had not fallen for any one of them.

Thus, he became thirty. During this period, he had seen many girls. Now, Miss Olicia had the lowest bloodline hybridity among all the ladies of the aristocratic families. She was said to be very beautiful, but her family was not very impressive. They were only descendants of a declining aristocrat.

The grand master hoped with all his heart that things would work out for Trolexer and Miss Olicia, so he asked Trolexer to go over to Planet Marka personally. However, after Trolexer arrived in Planet Marka, the first thing he did was not going to Miss Olicia’s residence, but to Rocktown for business. That surprised Mesdil, which was why he came without prior arrangements.

“Got it, let’s go,” Trolexer said from the back seat.

Mesdil was a little relieved that the young master didn’t forget the important business. He started the car and drove forward.

As they passed by an old car by the road, Trolexer looked out the window with a pair of beautiful gem-like violet eyes at the black-haired man crouching on the ground, who was carefully examining his child’s injuries.

He frowned slightly and a hint of pain appeared on his handsome face.

So familiar. He had seen this man somewhere, but he could not remember anything…

Trolexer closed his eyes. He felt his breath became a little unstable and his head was splitting. Even his inner peace was affected.

He frowned and asked, “Who is that man?”

As the driver, assistant, and housekeeper of Trolexer, Mesdil naturally understood who the young master was referring to.

“Do you need me to do an investigation?”

“Go investigate,” Trolexer ordered.

“Yes, young master,” Mesdil replied.