Translator: _Min
Si Fuqing fell silent, her expression unchanged amidst the realization that the director might harbor some masochistic tendencies.
Could his reverence for Yu Xiheng also stem from a history of oppression?
âUnderstood,â Si Fuqing replied, her demeanor calm. âI recommend you read the Chinese version of âThe Chronicle of Emperor Yinâ. It contains true historical facts.â
The director clenched his fist with resolve, âAbsolutely! Miss Si, let me tell you moreâ¦â
An hour later, after finally escaping the directorâs company, Si Fuqing returned to her private hotel only to find Nian Tingchu leaning against the wall, his face shadowed with the hues of fatigue, evidently worn from lack of rest.
Pausing in her steps, she approached him, âUncle?â
âQingqing?â Nian Tingchu woke with a start, gripping a test tube in his hand. He spoke softly, cautiously, âIâve brought the blood samples, and on your sideâ¦â
âAlready prepared,â Si Fuqing replied, producing a test tube from her pocket. âThis is my blood. The hospital has been arranged. You can take the samples there. I have work to attend to. Let me know once the results are out.â
âAlright, no problem,â Nian Tingchuâs voice was hoarse, his lips barely moving.
âIf the resultsâ¦â
âIt doesnât matter if they arenât positive,â Si Fuqing smiled nonchalantly. âHaving met you, weâre friends now. Youâre older than me, so calling you âuncleâ is no big deal.â
She saw Nian Tingchu off in his car.
After the car departed, Si Fuqing slowly squatted down, silently plucking at the grass by the roadside, evading some truths.
The paternity test results would be available in as little as six hours.
In just six hours, she could discover if she had any family.
Si Fuqing took a deep breath, pondering over who her parents might be.
Meanwhile, Nian Tingchu delivered the blood samples to the hospital as quickly as possible, where he stayed without leaving.
In the evening, the woman came to bring him food, wiping away his sweat with a touch of sympathy, âTingchu, take a break.â
âItâs fine, just a little longer,â Nian Tingchu smiled, shaking his head. âIâm quite resilient; going without food or drink for days isnât an issue for me.â
âPeople need food as steel needs iron. You must eat,â the woman insisted, opening the lunchbox. âHave some.â
Nian Tingchu didnât refuse, biting into a steamed bun. Just as he finished, the machine at the window chimed.
His expression brightened instantly, and he rushed over, clicking through the screen until a document printed out.
Clutching the paper in his sweaty palm, Nian Tingchu took a moment to steady his breath before daring to look at the results.
Yet, hesitating, he handed it to his wife, âZhenmian, you-you open it.â
âMy hands are shaking too,â Ye Zhenmian laughed nervously. âIâve never seen you this anxious.â
She opened the report, her hands trembling so much that it took her a moment to turn the page.
After a minute, she finally reached the last page, her voice shaking as she spoke, âTingchu, lookâ¦hurry!â
Nian Tingchuâs eyes fluttered, bracing himself to look.
His pupils dilated in disbelief.
After closing and reopening his eyes, he looked again.
Analysis Opinion]
DBS1179 among other 1.9 STR genetic markers, following Mendelâs laws and combined application, can be used for paternity testing, with a cumulative non-paternity exclusion rate of 0.99999999989.
Conclusion]
After testing at the center, it is determined that Si Fuqing is the biological daughter of Nian Hechuan.
Biological daughter!
A metaphorical bomb exploded in his mind.
For the first time, Nian Tingchu felt as if all his strength had been drained.
He slumped into a chair, his chest heaving with tremors.
It took all his restraint to prevent his power from going berserk.
Suddenly, the man buried his face in his hands, crying out loud for the first time, his shoulders shaking.
Ye Zhenmian choked up, wrapping her arms around him, âItâs good we found her. Itâs okay if our life is a bit tough, as long as the child is with us.â Though not wealthy, a simple life was enough for them.
Ye Zhenmian noticed Nian Tingchu seemed to be avoiding someone, but the happiness of their family of three was all that mattered to her.
âYes, itâs good sheâs here,â Nian Tingchu wiped away his tears, âOtherwise, how would I face my brother and sister-in-law in the afterlife
âLetâs tell Yiâan,â Ye Zhenmian suggested with a smile. âTell him he has a sister.
Heâll be very happy..â