Chapter 1 "Do you remember what we talked about before?"

Inside a private room at the Peace Hotel.

Yan Qiaoqiao had already silently begun her second round of sweeping the food on the table. After confirming that the food had temporarily stopped Yan Qiaoqiao's mouth, Zhao Yingjun turned her head and looked at Lin Xian and said,

"It was before, when you brought that little girl named Yu Xi, when we finished the paternity test together, and then chatted while eating hot pot."

Lin Xian nodded:

"Of course I remember. It hasn't been that long, has it?"

He smiled and looked at Yan Qiaoqiao, who was taking pastries with her hands, one small cake at a time:

"Compared to Yu Xi, Yan Qiaoqiao is a bit too thin and weak. As your parents said, she really should eat more."

"When we were eating hot pot, Yu Xi could eat quite a bit, eating several plates of meat all by herself. I wish Yan Qiaoqiao could have that kind of appetite. Otherwise, her brain won't work very well, and she'll definitely be bullied at school in the future."

"It's better to just eat until she's strong so that if she gets bullied, she has the strength to fight back. No joke, that Yu Xi you met before could definitely take on ten Yan Qiaoqiaos by herself, and even give her a handicap."

*Pfft*

Zhao Yingjun was amused by Lin Xian's strange analogy:

"Little girls don't calculate combat power like that. They don't eat to fight. Where did you get that prejudice from?"

"Besides, what I want to talk to you about isn't this. It has nothing to do with Yu Xi. It's about what we talked about when we were eating"

Zhao Yingjun paused and said softly,

"The topic of what if a daughter suddenly appeared out of nowhere."

Lin Xian put down his chopsticks.

He looked up at Zhao Yingjun.

He remembered that day at the hot pot restaurant, Zhao Yingjun looked at Yu Xi and did say something similar. She said:

"Sometimes I think it would be nice if a child like Yu Xi suddenly appeared out of nowhere. It would save the trouble of giving birth and raising them. They would just grow up like that, which would be easier."

When Lin Xian heard this, he

shook his head decisively.

He said that it's better to raise children slowly by oneself. He personally hoped to raise children little by little, from a young age.

He still felt the same way now.

It would be too shocking if a child suddenly popped up.

It's just that under those circumstances, if it really turned out that he and the fake Yu Xi had a DNA parental relationship, then he would naturally not shirk responsibility.

Even if he wasn't married and hadn't even had a girlfriend.

But as long as the DNA said she was his daughter, then he would definitely raise her as his own daughter.

Lin Xian thought this way.

He wanted to be a responsible person.

But why did Zhao Yingjun suddenly bring this up?

Was it because she saw how much Yan Qiaoqiao looked like her, so she started to imagine her future daughter?

"I remember."

Lin Xian nodded:

"Why did you suddenly think of this?"

"I just suddenly thought of it when I saw Yan Qiaoqiao."

Zhao Yingjun turned her head and looked at Yan Qiaoqiao, who was single-handedly devouring small cakes, her mouth full of cream.

Involuntarily,

she leaned forward, pulled out two napkins, and reached out to wipe her mouth:

"You see, my parents have been urging me a lot, wishing I could get married and have children immediately. They even treat the child of a relative from their hometown as their own granddaughter."

"So I remembered the topic we talked about before. You said, would it be a good thing or a bad thing if a daughter this big suddenly appeared?"

Lin Xian looked at Zhao Yingjun taking care of Yan Qiaoqiao.

It was indeed very heartwarming.

But the age gap was so small that they looked more like sisters than mother and daughter.

Back then,

in that abandoned factory,

when Space Police Lin Yu Xi held a sharp knife against Lin Xian's neck, he had considered whether Lin Yu Xi might be his and Zhao Yingjun's daughter.

But this unfilial daughter who killed her own relatives firmly denied the father-daughter relationship, saying that she could not be his daughter.

If they could have talked it over back then,

Lin Xian wouldn't have minded taking Lin Yu Xi to the hospital again for another DNA test.

Unfortunately, they couldn't reach an agreement.

They didn't even have the chance to negotiate. The other party just wanted to send him to the Space Court for trial.

So, under this enemy relationship, and having just been tricked by someone claiming to be Yu Xi, Lin Xian didn't have much extra affection for the so-called Lin Yu Xi.

Looking back at Yan Qiaoqiao in front of him,

she was petite and cute, harmless to humans and animals, pure and adorable, giving off a soft feeling.

Wouldn't it be much better to have a little girl like this as a daughter

than a muscle-bound killer like Lin Yu Xi?

Lin Xian began to put himself in the role.

He reconsidered the question Zhao Yingjun raised:

"I don't think it's necessarily a good thing or a bad thing."

"At least in the short term, emotionally, it still takes some time to accept and get along."

"There are often scenes in TV dramas and movies about illegitimate daughters or sons coming to recognize their relatives. I remember there was one called *Little Daddy*? It was a pretty popular TV series back then. The protagonist in the TV series was so resistant, let alone people in reality encountering such a thing. Their first reaction would definitely be resistance and rejection."

Zhao Yingjun nodded silently after hearing this:

"Indeed, there would be an instinctive feeling of rejection. But what about after the rejection? Will they eventually accept it?"

"They should."

Lin Xian replied truthfully:

"After all, they are their own flesh and blood. Blood relations are sometimes very magical. Alas, to be honest, whoever experiences this kind of thing understands. Otherwise, it's hard to empathize."

After saying that,

he smiled and looked at Zhao Yingjun:

"What's wrong? Did your parents make you feel a little tempted? Or did you see how much Yan Qiaoqiao looks like you, like seeing your future daughter?"

Zhao Yingjun smiled slightly after hearing this.

She didn't say anything.

At this moment,

the door of the private room was pushed open, and Zhao Ruihai and Yan Mei walked in with smiles:

"Oh, Qiaoqiao has already started eating cake. Look, her mouth is full."

After the old couple sat down, they started taking care of Yan Qiaoqiao as caringly as ever.

It seemed that they had really ignored Yan Qiaoqiao's age and completely doted on her as if she were a three-year-old child.

Suddenly,

Lin Xian suddenly remembered.

He had previously suspected that the Oriole's daughter might be Yu Xi.

So, if this guess was correct, Yu Xi must also look very much like the Oriole.

And the Oriole was Zhao Yingjun.

Although in this space-time, the Oriole he saw had changed greatly in appearance due to space-time rejection, making it impossible to see her original appearance,

in the Oriole's original space-time, she must have looked exactly like Zhao Yingjun. After all, they were the same person.

This was also why Lin Xian couldn't determine whether Lin Yu Xi was the Oriole's biological daughter.

Or was it because of space-time rejection that Lin Yu Xi, who had traveled from the future space-time, had also changed greatly in appearance?

If the Space Assassin looked like Yan Qiaoqiao in front of him, and looked so much like Zhao Yingjun,

then Lin Xian could guarantee it.

The Space Assassin was the Oriole Zhao Yingjun's daughter.

It had to be said,

the space-time rejection, this space-time rule, was really powerful. Whether it was out of protectionism or some other reason, the effect of changing the appearance of space-time travelers might be to prevent humans in this space-time from being deceived.

Remembering this,

Lin Xian became a little curious about Yan Qiaoqiao's identity and origin, so he asked Zhao Ruihai:

"What kind of relatives is Yan Qiaoqiao to your family? Seeing how good your relationship is, you must be very close relatives, right?"

"Uh"

Zhao Ruihai was momentarily at a loss for words.

What was going on?

Was this young man trying to turn the tables and start fishing for information?

Shouldn't we be the ones asking you this question?

"She's a close relative from my hometown, his granddaughter."

Yan Mei interjected, saying with a smile:

"We've always had a good relationship. We went to school together since we were young. We were classmates and good friends."

"We're very concerned about her granddaughter's intellectual problems. We thought we'd take this opportunity to come to Donghai and find well-known experts in Ruijin Hospital to see if we can think of a way to treat Qiaoqiao's illness."

"Yes, yes, yes."

Zhao Ruihai nodded quickly, continuing Yan Mei's script:

"We brought Yan Qiaoqiao to Donghai because we have some old friends in Ruijin Hospital who are well-known experts in the country. We've already made appointments. Tomorrow we'll take Qiaoqiao to the hospital for a check-up."

Lin Xian said "Oh."

So that's how it was.

His close relative's granddaughter.

Then Yan Mei must have watched her grow up. She definitely had nothing to do with a space-time traveler.

It seemed that

he had been thinking too much just now.

Zhao Ruihai and Yan Mei were highly respected, and Zhao Yingjun had such a good relationship with him.

The three of them wouldn't be deceiving him together.

Besides, the Space Assassin Lin Yu Xi and Yan Qiaoqiao had nothing in common.

If Yan Qiaoqiao was really the Space Assassin in disguise, then when she was pulling out his white hair just now, she might have just pulled his head off his neck.

In short,

he still hoped that the Space Assassin would just disappear into blue stardust.

It would save him from being constantly worried.

For the time being,

his current situation was still very safe.

The Space Assassin hadn't appeared for several days and hadn't been caught on surveillance cameras either. She probably really had disappeared.

After all, Copernicus's loop had been destroyed, and Musk's space-time particles had also lost their energy.

Why could the Space Assassin still stay in this era?

Another half an hour passed, and the pleasant dinner ended.

Everyone walked out of the private room together, took the elevator together, and arrived at the parking lot together.

Before parting,

Zhao Ruihai shook hands with Lin Xian, patted him on the shoulder, and said with great emotion:

"Lin Xian, I'm really looking forward to our next meeting."

Lin Xian knew that this was just a polite remark, so he also smiled and said politely:

"Don't worry, Uncle Zhao. When I have the chance to go to the capital again, I'll definitely pay you a visit."

"Okay."

Zhao Ruihai said earnestly:

"I'm waiting for you."

After saying that,

Zhao Ruihai, Yan Mei, and Yan Qiaoqiao got into the Hongqi car and left.

Zhao Yingjun held the Pomeranian dog VV in her arms.

She walked to Lin Xian's side

and watched the Hongqi car leave with him.

She was also momentarily at a loss for words.

Her mind was in a mess, and she didn't know what to say.

"Your parents are really nice people."

Lin Xian looked at Zhao Yingjun and said with a smile:

"To be honest, I was a little nervous at first. After all, your father is in a high position, and it was also my first time attending someone else's family dinner like this, so I was a little restrained."

"But I quickly got over that worry. Your family atmosphere is really good."

*Humph.*

Zhao Yingjun chuckled:

"I can only say that things have really changed a lot in the past year or two. The atmosphere in my family used to be very suffocating, so I'm very satisfied with the current situation."

"But then again, your family atmosphere must be very good too. Generally, a child's mental state and optimistic attitude directly reflect the family atmosphere. With such a good personality and such a sunny and cheerful disposition, your parents must also be very easy to get along with."

"Since you gave my parents two boxes of tea, then next time I go to Hangzhou, I have to bring something to meet your parents so that I don't seem impolite."

Lin Xian waved his hand:

"No, no, they both have a small-farmer mentality. There's no need to be so formal. If you really go to Hangzhou, be sure to let me know. My family and I will definitely treat you well."

"Is that so."

Zhao Yingjun smiled easily:

"Then I'll just have to look forward to it."

As they were talking,

two Alpha minivans drove up one after the other.

Lin Xian and Zhao Yingjun got into their respective vehicles and waved goodbye:

"Good night, Lin Xian."

"Good night."

Lin Xian also waved to Zhao Yingjun and said her name, which didn't seem too distant:

"Yingjun."

The next day, early in the morning, Ruijin Hospital, Donghai City.

"Height 151 cm, weight 36 kg. This little girl is a bit thin."

The physical examination doctor frowned as she looked at the readings on the measuring machine:

"Is there something wrong with her eating? Anorexia? Picky eating?"

Yan Mei next to her shook her head:

"No, this child eats a lot. She eats everything and is never picky. She eats a lot at every meal."

The physical examination doctor said "Hmm."

"Then is it a problem with absorption? Let's do the other tests first. Hasn't she already had blood drawn? Later, take the lab report and have the doctor analyze it to see what's wrong."

After that,

Zhao Ruihai and Yan Mei took Yan Qiaoqiao to continue doing various tests.

Then they took the reports to the consultation room.

Several nationally renowned experts were sitting inside. One was Zhao Ruihai's old classmate, and the rest were people they had gotten through connections.

After all, it had been confirmed that Yan Qiaoqiao was his own granddaughter.

How could Zhao Ruihai not care?

He would definitely provide her with the best medical care within his ability.

Before long,

the experts had finished reading the reports. Their expressions were very relaxed, obviously not seeing any major problems.

"Ruihai, this little girl is perfectly normal."

The old classmate from Ruijin Hospital took off his glasses and looked at Zhao Ruihai:

"According to the bone age analysis, this little girl's approximate age should be thirteen or fourteen years old. Considering that children's growth and development are generally earlier and faster now, her actual age may be even younger."

"Her trace elements and various physical indicators are all fine. The reason why she's a little thin may be because she's growing. Actually, she's not too thin. This weight is still within the normal medical range."

"It's just that every grandparent who brings their grandchildren or granddaughters here thinks that their child is too thin, no matter how fat they are, they still think they're thin."

This sentence made the atmosphere in the room much lighter. Many people smiled knowingly. It was indeed the case.

There was probably no grandparent in the world who would think that their grandchildren or granddaughters were eating too much. They would be heartbroken if they lost even a little weight.

"Also, regarding her intelligence,"

the doctor flipped through the report and continued,

"According to the tests, it's undeniable that her reading and writing skills are very behind. However, the various tests on her brain didn't find any problems. On the contrary, according to the activity of her cerebral cortex and other indicators, this little girl's IQ should be significantly higher than ordinary people."

"There's completely no clue about the memory loss. You see, she doesn't have any external injuries, her brain is perfectly normal, and her nerve responses are also normal, or even excellent. There's no way to tell what caused the amnesia."

"Moreover, there's no definite conclusion about amnesia in the current medical field, including how memory is stored, operated, and retrieved in the brain. All of this has yet to be studied clearly."

"The only known and confirmed cause of amnesia is prolonged hibernation in hibernation pods. But even the first batch of volunteers who slept in hibernation pods haven't reached the 10-year memory safety limit, so there's no clinical data to study."

"So Ruihai, you can't be too anxious about raising children. Just let them grow up healthy. Our consultation opinion is that Yan Qiaoqiao is perfectly healthy, and her intelligence and reaction ability are also significantly better than ordinary children. We should continue to observe her. There's no need for any interventional treatment at this time."

And so,

they brought Yan Qiaoqiao to the hospital early in the morning, but nothing was found. Everything was normal.

This made Zhao Ruihai and Yan Mei even more confused.

"Forget it, forget it."

At the entrance of the hospital, Zhao Ruihai waved his hand:

"Let's not think so much about it. We'll leave the child's affairs to Yingjun in the future. Anyway, no matter what the result is, the child's bloodline is real, and the doctors are right. The older generation is too doting and pampering when raising children. They're not willing to hit or scold them, which is definitely not a healthy way of education."

"Yingjun also said that Yan Qiaoqiao is in the stage of gradually recovering her memory, which is a critical period for reshaping her values and personality. If we continue to spoil her like this, we might ruin the child in the future. Let's think of a way to return her to Yingjun."

"Kindness is like affection. They both need companionship and cultivation. It's said that the kindness of raising is greater than the kindness of giving birth. A single DNA identification report won't immediately generate parental feelings. This must be done over time."

"So it's time for us to let go. In order to raise Yan Qiaoqiao better and more healthily, we must send her back to Yingjun's side so that she can be close to her mother."

Yan Mei was a little reluctant.

She took out a paternity test report from her handbag.

It was a DNA paternity test that had just been done in the hospital, using Zhao Yingjun's hair and Yan Qiaoqiao's hair.

Although it was very outrageous and unscientific,

DNA reports don't lie. The results showed that Yan Qiaoqiao was indeed Zhao Yingjun's biological daughter.

Yan Mei finally sighed and nodded.

"It's not good for a child to only have a mother. She also needs a father to support and care for her. Now we know that Yingjun is Qiaoqiao's mother, but who is her father? Do you think it's Lin Xian?"

Zhao Ruihai shook his head:

"Let's not guess or think about this kind of thing. This kind of thing is too unscientific. No logic can explain how Yan Qiaoqiao appeared."

"So, let's not worry about so much. We just did a paternity test for Qiaoqiao and Yingjun. Now that we've confirmed that the two are indeed mother and daughter, let's leave it to her to solve. She always has to find an answer to this."

"What can we do as parents? No matter what the result is or what the truth is, we can only accept it. There's no other way."

Yan Mei nodded.

Indeed,

with normal scientific knowledge, it was completely impossible to explain this.

But Qiaoqiao was indeed their granddaughter, so they could only accept it and put her next to Yingjun to slowly cultivate their relationship.

She squatted down and hugged the lovely Yan Qiaoqiao:

"Qiaoqiao, you are the best gift that God has given us. Grandma will miss you in the capital."

At the same time, on the outskirts of Donghai City, at a luxurious private hospital.

Zhao Yingjun placed two small plastic bags containing hair in front of the doctor again.

In the plastic bag on the left was a white hair several centimeters long.

In the plastic bag on the right was the last remaining hair of Yan Qiaoqiao.

"Test the blood relationship between these two samples."

"Okay, Miss Zhao."

This was already their second meeting.

The doctor skillfully took the two hair samples, labeled the one on the left A and the one on the right B, and showed them to Zhao Yingjun:

"By the way, I still have to ask, what is the approximate relationship between these two samples this time? It's okay if you don't want to reveal it, but if you have an idea, the results will come out faster. We'll have a focus when we compare them."

Zhao Yingjun lowered her head.

She looked left and right at the two hair samples.

Biting her lip, she said softly,

"Father and daughter."

The doctor nodded and wrote it down in his notebook:

"Then Miss Zhao, should we still have the report ready for you to pick up after work tonight? We'll wait for you, no matter how late it is."

"No."

Zhao Yingjun shook her head.

Leaning back in her chair, she crossed her arms and looked at the doctor:

"There's no need to pick it up tonight. Start doing it right now and get the results as quickly as possible."

Her eyes were firm:

"I'll wait here."