Wen Yanqing stopped in his tracks, "What do you mean?"
"The Wen family cannot be without an heir, such a vast estate cannot fall into the hands of outsiders." Wen Rendong said, "Have a child with Gantang. If you're worried about delaying Gantang's life, then proceed with artificial insemination and find a surrogate."
Wen Yanqing's face turned cold in an instant, "Do you think I may not live long, so you're in a hurry to have me continue the Wen family lineage?"
"Having a child connected by your own blood is not a bad thing." Wen Rendong seemed to anticipate his reaction, persuading, "Don't be in such a hurry to refuse. The child will be yours, whether you're healed or injured, and you won't be at a loss."
Wen Yanqing faced the man who claimed to be his father, "Is this what you've contemplated all night after I told you about my illness?"
"I have to consider the Wen family." Wen Rendong took a puff from his cigar.
