Nyoi-Bo Studio

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  Zhen Xianlang’s words plunged Wen Fenglin into deep thought.

  Back then, they had been young. It was inevitable for a man and woman living together to give in to their impulses. Those six months had been the happiest time of Wen Fenglin’s life.

  During that half a year, they had been together only once. It was just once. Was that enough for the child to be conceived?

  If that one time had really resulted in a conception, it was likely that upon finding out that she was pregnant and knowing that she had no way of carrying the baby for the full term, Xian’er had sought out a surrogate.

  Wen Fenglin found the scenario to be extremely plausible. He suddenly felt excited by the possibility.

  Had that been the case?

  When Zhen Xianlang saw the expression on Wen Fenglin’s face, his heart was filled with distaste.

  Wen Fenglin retrieved his cell phone and dialed Yu Lili’s number.

  Yu Lili and Ou Ming had just left in the car when she received Wen Fenglin’s call. When she saw the name “Uncle Wen” appear on the screen, she hesitated for a moment before answering the call.

  “Uncle Wen,” she said.

  “Lili, where are you now?” Excitement was apparent in Wen Fenglin’s voice. “I have something to tell you.”


  “Ou Ming and I just drove off,” she replied. “Where are you now? We’ll come over.”


  Wen Fenglin was still in the private room in the restaurant they had eaten at moments ago. He hadn’t left yet. He gave them instructions to meet him at the entrance of the restaurant and came out with Zhen Xianlang soon after.

  Upon getting into Ou Ming’s car, Wen Fenglin commanded, “Let’s go to the hospital.”


  “What’s wrong?” Yu Lili looked at them curiously.

  There was a faint blush on Wen Fenglin’s face as he said, “Lili, there’s a huge possibility that you aren’t Lao Zhen’s daughter.”


  There is a huge possibility that I’m not Zhen Xianlang’s daughter?

  Yu Lili found Wen Fenglin’s words preposterous. If she wasn’t Zhen Xianlang’s daughter, whose daughter was she? Chi Xian had married Zhen Xianlang. Wouldn’t Chi Xian’s child naturally be Zhen Xianlang’s child as well?

  Yu Lili was finding his words hard to process when another thought suddenly occurred to her. Was it also possible that she wasn’t Chi Xian’s daughter? After all, Chi Xian was already dead, and there weren’t any witnesses or evidence around. Who could tell for sure if that middle-aged woman was telling the truth or not?

  Yu Lili felt a worry grow in her heart, but she went along with them and had Ou Ming drive them to the hospital. After arriving, she had her blood drawn very quickly and emerged from the room soon after.

  Not only was Zhen Xianlang’s blood being drawn, but Wen Fenglin also had a vial of his blood taken. Suspicion crept into Yu Lili as she looked at Wen Fenglin.

  Wen Fenglin was in an especially good mood that day. Rather, he was in an especially good mood that afternoon. When he looked at Yu Lili, his spirits soared.

  Yu Lili seemed to guess something in that moment, but she didn’t voice her thoughts. Only after she got home did she ask Ou Ming, “Ou Ming, judging from Uncle Wen’s attitude, are they thinking that Chi Xian’s child could be Uncle Wen’s?

  Ou Ming had long guessed that possibility. When he heard her choice of words, he found it weird, “Aren’t you Chi Xian’s child?”


  Yu Lili shook her head and said with an expressionless face, “I think that the matter might not be as simple as that. Chi Xian is already dead. I have no way to prove that I am Chi Xian’s daughter. We’ll never know if that woman was telling the truth or not. Besides, in my opinion, I don’t look like anyone! Zhen Xianlang is so tall, and he’s allergic to seafood. I’m neither. As for Uncle Wen, he’s so fat. How do I resemble him at all?”