Chapter 15 Zhao Ruihai and Yan Mei

Zhao Ruihai and Yan Mei were silent for a long time.

Both of them were intellectuals and naturally knew that DNA test reports were unlikely to be wrong.

Especially if it was just one person, but could it be wrong for two people at once?

However.

The report didn't explicitly state what kind of blood relationship it was.

Zhao Ruihai looked up:

"Let's take the report and have the doctor analyze it again."

"Yes, yes."

Yan Mei also frowned at this "supernatural event," and, holding the little girl's hand, went back to the doctor's office.

"Humph."

The doctor looked at the two reports, chuckled, and said:

"See? I told you, didn't I? Isn't this obviously your child? Although the DNA similarity rate isn't very high, that's how the results are for grandparental testing."

"I explained it to you just now, paternity tests are only for parents and children. Grandparents can only do blood tests with their grandchildren and granddaughters."

"Don't blindly believe in those melodramatic scenes on TV that say hospitals can accurately test grandparental relationships. That's impossible. As the report says, what can be determined now is…"

"That this little girl, Yan Qiaoqiao, is indeed related to both of you by blood, but not as your daughter. The only possibility is that she is a descendant… strictly speaking, your daughter would have to do a paternity test to determine if Yan Qiaoqiao is your granddaughter."

"However, medical precision isn't so necessary in everyday life. This little girl looks like the two of you, probably looks like your daughter, and is related to you by blood. So, if there's nothing else, go home and live well as a family."

Zhao Ruihai and Yan Mei held the little girl's hand.

They walked out of the hospital.

Looking at the sun overhead.

The clouds.

The blue sky.

"No way."

Zhao Ruihai couldn't help but say:

"She's really our granddaughter?!"

He stared, incredulously, at the little girl beside him:

"That's impossible! We only have one child, Yingjun. How could she have time to have such a big child?"

"And, and this little girl is at least twelve or thirteen years old, if not older. Yingjun is only 25 this year, so she couldn't have had a child when she was twelve or thirteen, could she?"

"Impossible, impossible."

Yan Mei shook her head like a rattle drum:

"Yingjun went abroad to study when she was fifteen or sixteen, and before that, she was always in the capital, by our side. How could she have time to have a child? That's ridiculous!"

"This child can't possibly be Yingjun's, she simply didn't have time to have a child. And the biggest problem is that this little girl is too old. It doesn't add up."

Zhao Ruihai was also troubled by this issue.

The age problem.

Even if he exaggerated a little and said this little girl was only 10 years old, it would mean that Yingjun would have had to give birth to her before she was fifteen.

That was truly impossible.

Because when she was fifteen, Yingjun hadn't gone abroad yet. She went to school every day and came home, so where would she have had the chance to get pregnant and have a child?

Besides, he was confident in the daughter he had raised.

Her character was absolutely flawless. There was no way she would have an unwed pregnancy.

Even if she did…

She couldn't have given birth to someone this old!

"The problem shouldn't be with Yingjun."

Zhao Ruihai shook his head:

"The main thing is that this little girl's age doesn't match up. If she were four, five, seven, or eight years old, I might suspect that she was Yingjun's child, but the age difference is too small. It's not realistic."

Yan Mei looked up:

"Then are you saying the problem is with us?"

"But the doctor just said that, based on the DNA overlap rate, this can't be our biological child. From a bloodline perspective, she can only be our descendant."

"Besides, don't we know how many children we've had? I'd love for a second child to suddenly pop up, but the family planning policy didn't allow it back then. We would have had one long ago if we could have."

"So, as hard as it is to believe, I can't believe it. But the truth is the truth. The DNA report won't lie. This is indeed our granddaughter. Lao Zhao, you have to believe in science!"

Zhao Ruihai sighed helplessly:

"I believe in science. Of course, I believe in science. It's because I believe in science that I can't believe a granddaughter suddenly popped up."

What on earth was going on?

He crouched down.

Looking at the little girl, he felt the key was still with her:

"Qiaoqiao, have you remembered any memories?"

Yan Qiaoqiao shook her head:

"No."

By now, the little girl had tacitly accepted the name Yan Qiaoqiao, and the old couple had gotten used to calling her that.

"Let's go home first."

Zhao Ruihai sighed, taking Yan Qiaoqiao's hand:

"We'll figure out what to do when we get home."

An hour later, in the living room of the villa.

Zhao Ruihai, who had been pacing back and forth, stopped and looked at Yan Mei and Yan Qiaoqiao, who were eating watermelon:

"I think we still have to ask Yingjun about this."

"What are you going to say?"

Yan Mei smiled:

"Are you just going to ask her point-blank where she got a daughter and when she had a child?"

"Of course not."

Zhao Ruihai waved his hand:

"We know our own daughter. If there's something she really doesn't want to say, we definitely won't be able to get it out of her."

"Besides, even tigers don't eat their cubs. If Yingjun really had the ability and the inclination to raise this little girl so well and for so long, why hasn't she been looking for her, panicking, or calling the police after the child has been missing for a day and a night? Do you think that's possible?"

Yan Mei thoughtfully nodded:

"That's right, your analysis makes sense."

She thought about it carefully. There was no way this girl could be born or raised by Zhao Yingjun.

Otherwise, she would have been frantic after not being able to find her child for a day and a night.

She looked up at Zhao Ruihai in the middle of the living room:

"Then, since you know it's impossible for Yingjun to have given birth to her or raised her, what are you going to ask her?"

"Just to ask, to ask about the situation."

Zhao Ruihai spread his hands:

"In this situation, it's clear that none of us know the truth. None of us understand where this little girl came from."

"Instead of blindly guessing here, we might as well take her to Zhao Yingjun and see. I don't know what she'll say, but what if she knows something? Anyway, we can only grasp at straws."

With that, he picked up his phone and called Zhao Yingjun.

"Hello? Dad, what's up?"

"What are you doing?" Zhao Ruihai asked.

"Preparing for a meeting." Zhao Yingjun's tone was calm.

Zhao Ruihai paused:

"Let's have dinner together tonight."

"Didn't we just have dinner yesterday?"

Zhao Yingjun's voice came from the other end, along with the sound of papers being shuffled:

"I have work to do too. Even though you came all the way to Donghai to see me, I can't spend every day with you, can I?"

"It's still necessary to have dinner tonight."

Zhao Ruihai said firmly:

"Make arrangements. Choose a restaurant. Remember to choose something with a lighter flavor, not too heavy."

Zhao Yingjun stopped shuffling papers.

She sat up straight.

She felt that this dinner invitation was strange and forceful.

Oh.

She suddenly realized:

"You and Mom aren't in a hurry to see Lin Xian, are you? Then I'll call Lin Xian first and see if he's free today."

"He should be pretty tired today because I got a call from their company's vice president at noon. The vice president said that he couldn't reach Lin Xian by phone, that he was probably sleeping and would sleep straight through the evening."

"No need."

Zhao Ruihai denied it over the phone:

"No need to call Lin Xian today. Let's just have dinner as a family."

"Remember to book a place with a light flavor, suitable for children to eat. Your mother and I will be bringing a child tonight."

"Child?" Zhao Yingjun asked, puzzled: "Whose child? Whose child are you taking care of?"

"You'll find out tonight. Send me the restaurant address after you book it."

With that, Zhao Ruihai hung up the phone.

Zhao Yingjun took the phone away from her ear.

Squinting at the darkening screen, she couldn't figure it out for a moment.

Her family had no relatives in Donghai.

It was precisely because there were no relatives here that she had decided to develop in Donghai after returning from studying abroad, to get away from her parents and her extended family, to have some peace and quiet.

How could her parents, who had only been in Donghai for a few days, start taking care of someone else's child?

"Baffling."

She muttered and continued to review the documents.

People inevitably become a little neurotic when they get older.

Especially when the people around them start having grandchildren, those parents without grandchildren inevitably become obsessed.

Like her parents now.

They didn't have children of their own, so they were going to raise someone else's child for fun, is that it?

"Sigh…"

She sighed softly:

"I knew I shouldn't have let them come to Donghai. If they hadn't said they wanted to see Lin Xian…"

She closed her eyes and rubbed her temples.

Headache.

She could already imagine that tonight's dinner would inevitably be a double chorus of urging her to get married and have children.

She really didn't want to go.

She didn't plan to get married so early in her life, let alone have children.

She didn't dislike children.

On the contrary.

She liked and looked forward to the feeling of raising children.

If it was a boy in the future, she would dress him coolly. If it was a girl, even better, she would dress her up beautifully.

But…

At her current age, she should focus on her career first. It was too early to consider these things.

The bottom line was that her parents were too old.

If they were like Lin Xian's parents, who weren't even 50 years old yet, they wouldn't be pushing so hard.

"Let's take VV with us tonight."

She didn't want to face her parents' marriage pressure alone. The only one who could stand with her on the same front was VV. This was also her best shield.

She took out her phone, opened a food app, and started looking for a suitable restaurant:

"Suitable for children to eat…"

Resting her chin on her hand, Zhao Yingjun felt she had reached a blind spot in her knowledge:

"How old of a child?"

"What do children eat?"

In the evening, at 7 p.m., a Chinese-Western fusion family restaurant.

"I'm sorry, I'm late. I went home to pick up VV, and there was some traffic on the way."

Opening the private room door.

Zhao Yingjun saw her parents sitting upright on both sides, with a little girl eating steak with her head down in the middle.

The little girl was wearing a brightly colored pink dress, with two cute pigtails tied on her head, each with a fake flower hairpin.

This outdated and unsophisticated style made Zhao Yingjun, as the president of a fashion company, shudder…

Whose child is this? She's dressed so unfashionably.

But what surprised her even more was:

"Why has she already started eating?"

She couldn't understand. Everyone hadn't arrived yet, so how could she start eating first? There was no table manners at all.

Zhao Yingjun turned to look at her parents:

"Whose child is this? You can't spoil her like this. You'll spoil her rotten."

"What are you talking about!"

Yan Mei immediately became annoyed:

"What's wrong with a child eating first when she's hungry? Why don't you say you're too late? If you had come earlier, everyone could have eaten together!"

Zhao Ruihai also looked at her with some complaint:

"Children don't have so many rules. You're too obsessed with being a boss, you don't have any compassion. It's the time when they need nutrients to grow. What if they get hungry?"

This time, it was Zhao Yingjun's turn to be stunned.

Were these really her parents?

She remembered clearly…

When she was a child, she was scolded by her father for not knowing how to save food just because she had left a few grains of rice, and then she was given a lesson on hardship, telling her stories about people starving to death, having no food, eating tree bark, and eating grass roots during the difficult times.

As for eating early before the elders arrived and everyone was present, that was out of the question.

As a junior, she had to wait obediently, definitely not eating first.

What was going on?

Why had they forgotten this good family tradition today?

Zhao Yingjun chuckled:

"You didn't say that when I was a kid. Why aren't you giving me a lesson on remembering the past and appreciating the present?"

Cough cough.

Zhao Ruihai coughed twice:

"The past is the past. Times have changed. Okay, stop talking nonsense and sit down."

Zhao Yingjun placed the Pomeranian dog VV on the ground, took off her coat, and hung it on the wall.

Then she looked down…

And realized VV was gone.

It had actually jumped onto the little girl's skirt, lying on it, comfortably wagging its tail.

"Woof."

The Pomeranian's reaction at this time was as affectionate as when it saw Lin Xian, rubbing against the little girl's belly, begging to be petted.

"Little dog."

The little girl said in a flat tone.

As a result…

Just that flat sentence made Zhao Ruihai and Yan Mei directly boil over:

"You know it's called a little dog? Say it again!" "Oh dear, Qiaoqiao can say new words!"

Zhao Yingjun's eyebrows twitched. She couldn't take it anymore:

"Are you two going to stop? Are you deliberately putting on a show for me?"

Zhao Yingjun had roughly guessed it.

Today's *Hongmen Banquet* was probably another trick her parents had come up with to stimulate her, deliberately finding a little girl to play house for her to watch. (*Hongmen Banquet: a historical event famous for treachery*)

And!

VV was also acting strange!

What were you doing here? Had you forgotten whose dog you were?

Baffling.

In just that instant.

Zhao Yingjun suddenly realized that this small restaurant room seemed to be divided into two parts.

Her parents and VV were all focused on the little girl who was eating steak with her head down.

She was standing here alone, and no one cared about her.

"Whose child is this anyway?"

After Zhao Yingjun sat down, she placed her hands on the table, looking at the swaying pigtails and the two gaudy fake flowers on them:

"What's her name?"

As soon as she heard the word "name," the little girl eating steak lifted her head, looking at Zhao Yingjun as if a conditioned reflex had been triggered:

"My name is Yan Qiaoqiao."

The moment their eyes met, Zhao Yingjun was stunned.

It was as if she were looking in a mirror, a mirror of time and space. On one side of the mirror was her at 25, and on the other side was herself at 15.

"Yan Qiaoqiao…"

Zhao Yingjun murmured the name.

She had no impression at all.

It must be a relative from her mother's side, since they had the same surname.

But…

This little girl was too good at growing up, wasn't she?

How could her appearance be almost identical to her when she was a child?

Seeing Zhao Yingjun sitting there, not speaking…

Zhao Ruihai and Yan Mei exchanged a look, feeling that they could start the next step of indirection.

"Yingjun."

Yan Mei picked up a napkin, wiped Yan Qiaoqiao's mouth to make her face cleaner, and looked at Zhao Yingjun:

"Look, doesn't Qiaoqiao look exactly like you when you were a kid?"

Zhao Yingjun nodded:

"She does look very similar."

"If you had a daughter, would she look like this too?" Yan Mei pressed on.

"Heh."

Zhao Yingjun chuckled:

"What new type of marriage urging tactic is this? You're really enough. If you're going to say such boring things every meal, I think we shouldn't have dinner together in the future."

Zhao Ruihai narrowed his eyes.

He took in Zhao Yingjun's expression and reaction.

It seemed…

That, just as he had thought, Yingjun didn't know about this little girl. He could also see that it was the first time she had seen the little girl today. That kind of expression couldn't be faked.

It was too natural.

Too casual.

Zhao Ruihai thought for a while and decided to tell the truth:

"Now that things have come to this, let's be honest."

"This is a little girl that your mother and I found on the way home. Then we took her to the hospital for a blood test. The results showed that she's related to both of us by blood, so she must be our descendant."

Clunk.

Zhao Yingjun gently placed the water glass she had just picked up back on the table.

Then she sat up straight.

Folding her arms, she looked at her parents:

"I understand."

She paused, digesting the information:

"So, today is a very serious family meeting."

"That's right." Zhao Ruihai nodded.

"It seems there's something that's been hidden for a long time that needs to be announced."

"That's how it is." Yan Mei nodded.

"When did you two give birth to a younger sister for me?"

Zhao Yingjun looked the little girl up and down, estimating her age:

"Was it during the time I went abroad to study? You've hidden it so well. I've never even met her even though she's this big."

"Speaking of which, what's the point of hiding the fact that you had a second child? Although the national policy doesn't allow it, I understand that my father's position requires him to hide it. But there's no need to hide it from me too, is there?"

"No, no, no…"

Zhao Ruihai waved his hand:

"Where did you get that idea? How could your mother and I have such an opportunity? Besides, the doctors at the hospital said that, according to the DNA test report, Yan Qiaoqiao can't be our child. She's more like our granddaughter!"

Pfft!

Zhao Yingjun almost spat out the tea she had just taken a sip of.

She swallowed it and couldn't help laughing:

"You're joking a little too much. Where am I going to get such a big granddaughter for you two? You'd be happier than anything if I really had that ability, wouldn't you? You wouldn't need to urge me to get married and have children. You'd have a ready-made granddaughter to raise."

Yan Mei wanted to say something, but stopped herself.

In the end, she said earnestly:

"Actually, your father and I aren't unable to accept something like this. After all, how should I put it, the child is innocent. Since she's really related to us by blood, she's part of our family, and we definitely have to be responsible for her."

"Even if we can't understand where this granddaughter came from, the truth is the truth. The DNA test report won't lie. Even the doctor said that Yan Qiaoqiao looks like you when you were little, almost exactly the same. There's no need to do a paternity test?"

Sigh.

Zhao Yingjun sighed deeply.

She felt that letting her parents come to Donghai City was a mistake.

It was fine before they came, everything was stable.

But ever since they arrived, everything had been chaotic, and she was surrounded by problems.

"What exactly do you two want to say?"

Zhao Yingjun leaned back in her chair, looking at Yan Qiaoqiao, who was holding the puppy VV:

"Just get to the point. What exactly do you want to do? Do you want me to be this child's mother? Don't joke around. I haven't given birth to a child. Don't I know that myself?"

"If she really were my child, I definitely wouldn't abandon her. I would definitely raise her well and take good care of her. But now, you've suddenly found a child from who knows where and are insisting that she's my granddaughter. Don't you think that's a little too much?"

"Not only is it too much, but it's also an insult to me."

Her gaze was sharp, sweeping over her father and mother:

"As a woman, I dare to act and take responsibility. If I had really given birth to a child with someone else, I'm already this old, I'm not a little girl anymore. There's nothing I can't admit. Besides, I was just thinking a while ago that it would be a good thing if I had a biological daughter who didn't need to be born or raised and was already this big."

"If it were someone else questioning my chastity, that would be one thing, but to be questioned like this by my own parents, I feel like it's a great insult."

"Do you think your education of me was too much of a failure? Or is it that in your eyes, I'm such an unchaste woman? Otherwise, can someone explain to me how I, who am 25 years old this year, gave birth to such a big granddaughter for you two?"

Zhao Yingjun's sharp words silenced the entire room.

The only sound left was the clinking of Yan Qiaoqiao's knife and fork.

At this moment, she was using her fork to pick up a small piece of steak and feeding it to VV. VV happily licked its tongue and bit down.

Zhao Ruihai and Yan Mei were also rendered speechless by Zhao Yingjun, even feeling a little ashamed.

Especially Zhao Ruihai.

He had just realized that, without realizing it, he seemed to have hurt Zhao Yingjun again, hurting her self-esteem and insulting her dignity.

That's right.

As a father, he didn't believe his daughter when it came to giving birth to a child. Then who else in this world could believe his daughter's innocence?

When he knew that Yan Qiaoqiao was his granddaughter, he immediately resolved to protect this little girl well and not let her suffer any harm.

But…

Why was he always inconsiderate and hurtful to his own daughter?

Zhao Ruihai thought of an article he had once seen on his phone.

The article said…

Parents are the child's last line of defense and the last wall protecting them.

If this wall doesn't collapse, the child will never give up on themselves.

Looking at those poor children who jumped into rivers or off buildings…

What really drove them to their deaths wasn't teachers, classmates, or violence. It was often the parents' indifference and rejection.

That was the most hurtful thing.

Just like what he was doing now…

A biological father, taking a teenage girl he had picked up on the street and insisting that she was the child born by his pure and innocent daughter.

Could there be any worse slander than this?

Could there be any more painful insult than this?

Zhao Ruihai suddenly understood what Yan Mei had said at noon…

What was this talk of being more affectionate to grandchildren?

It was just parents making up for the emotions they owed their daughter by giving them to their granddaughter.

And what was even more tragic was…

He still hadn't realized that he, who was already a grandfather, was still unknowingly hurting his already indebted daughter, Zhao Yingjun.

"Ying… Yingjun."

Yan Mei also felt that this dinner party, which was like a trial, was really inappropriate. So she hurriedly said:

"We… We didn't mean that. Of course, your parents believe in you! You've always been so excellent since you were little. Your parents know your character, there's definitely no problem!"

"As for Yan Qiaoqiao… Yan Qiaoqiao, she…"

"Forget it, forget it." Zhao Ruihai interrupted Yan Mei.

Then he looked up at Zhao Yingjun with a solemn expression:

"I'm sorry for putting on this show and making you sad. But this is actually your parents' good intentions, hoping that you can get married soon and have a family and career."

"I admit that we may have overdone it. Don't take what Dad said just now to heart. Dad believes in you, believes in your qualities, believes in your character, and believes that the education we gave you would never lead you to do something so outrageous."

"It's clear that you really dislike things like marriage and childbirth right now. Your parents won't urge you anymore. We won't urge you in the future. You can just have your own life plan."

With that…

He smiled kindly, touching Yan Qiaoqiao's head flower:

"Come on, Qiaoqiao, don't just eat. Say hello to your aunt."

Yan Qiaoqiao obediently lifted her head, holding a knife in her left hand and a fork in her right:

"Auntie."

"Call me sister." Zhao Yingjun said softly.

"Sister."

"Heh heh, that's a good girl." Zhao Yingjun smiled as she stood up, pinching Yan Qiaoqiao's cheek:

"It's our first time meeting. I haven't prepared any gifts for you. How about this, I have a few limited-edition Rhein Cat dolls in the back of my car. I'll go get them for you, and that'll be my meeting gift."

Zhao Yingjun had always been very polite.

So she put on her coat, walked out of the private room door, and went downstairs to get the Rhein Cat dolls.

Bang.

The automatic door closed.

Inside the room, there were only the old couple, Yan Qiaoqiao, and a traitorous dog that had defected.

"Lao Zhao…"

Yan Mei turned to look at Zhao Ruihai, hesitating to speak:

"Then this… what are we going to do about this? Looking at Yingjun, it's obvious that this girl has nothing to do with her. Otherwise, I'll try to get a strand of Yingjun's hair and then get another DNA test to confirm it?"

"Forget it."

Zhao Ruihai closed his eyes:

"What if the results come back positive or negative? Can we just throw Yan Qiaoqiao away? Even if it really is a DNA misunderstanding in the end, I'll accept it. As long as no one claims Yan Qiaoqiao, we'll raise her as our granddaughter."

"Is emotion more important or is DNA more important? Although both are important, is it fair and reasonable to force Yingjun, who is only 25 years old, to accept the fact that she's a mother? I think it's a bit too much to ask."

"Perhaps we both realize that, without realizing it, we've always been doing things that hurt Yingjun. If you put yourself in her shoes, if you were 25 years old, not married, never been in love, and suddenly your father-in-law led a teenage child to tell you that this was your child, what would you think?"

"Then I would definitely feel wronged! Wouldn't that be a fantasy!"

Yan Mei answered quickly, but then she suddenly realized and was silent for a few seconds:

"It's true, maybe we were too hasty. We shouldn't have told Yingjun about this so intensely and directly. If we had changed the situation and the method, and let Yingjun get to know Qiaoqiao first, and then talk about blood relations and paternity tests, it might have been easier to accept."

"Sigh, you're right. We always feel that we're innocent and that the problem with Qiaoqiao definitely isn't our fault. We just prejudged that it was Yingjun's fault. But what if it really is our fault? No matter what, I think you're right…"

"Yingjun's life hasn't even started yet, and we're forcing such a big daughter on her. How is she going to go on blind dates, get married, or fall in love in the future? As parents, we can't harm Yingjun like this."

"Why don't we just take it slow and let Yingjun and Qiaoqiao have more contact first. Maybe their relationship will grow closer than ours! Then we won't have to panic about recognizing our granddaughter. Yingjun might be more eager to recognize her daughter than we are!"

"So let's forget about the hair. If Yingjun finds out, she'll definitely think that we still suspect her and don't trust her, and she'll definitely be sad."

As soon as Yan Mei finished speaking…

Yan Qiaoqiao, next to her, plucked a long strand of black hair from VV's fur:

"Hair."

She was always concise, her tone flat, and the fewer the words, the bigger the matter.

“……”

Zhao Ruihai and Yan Mei looked at each other.

In the end…

Yan Mei still took the hair, wrapped it around her finger, and put it in her pocket:

"Cough cough, there's nothing wrong with confirming it, as long as we don't tell Yingjun, right?"

"You."

Zhao Ruihai pointed at Yan Mei, laughing and crying:

"You can confirm if you want to confirm, anyway, I've said it. Yan Qiaoqiao is my granddaughter. If no one wants her, I want her. If no one raises her, I'll raise her."

"Who Qiaoqiao's mother is, who her father is, I think it's completely unimportant and I don't care. Even if she really popped out of a stone, without a father, without a mother, she has a grandfather! Her grandfather will protect her for life!"

"Grandpa."

Yan Qiaoqiao promptly took over the conversation, turning to look at Zhao Ruihai.

"Eh, hehe."

Zhao Ruihai smiled gently:

"What's wrong, Qiaoqiao?"

Yan Qiaoqiao pointed to the empty steak plate:

"Not full."

Soon, Zhao Yingjun came back with three Rhein Cat dolls and gave them to Yan Qiaoqiao.

Yan Qiaoqiao liked them very much.

VV also liked them very much.

The girl and the dog were playing happily.

Zhao Ruihai, Yan Mei, and Zhao Yingjun tacitly didn't mention the unpleasant things that had just happened.

The old couple had also figured it out, forced melons are not sweet. (idiom: you can't force things that aren't meant to be)

Besides, how could they really let Zhao Yingjun, who was 25 years old, never been in love, and not married, raise a daughter?

Anyway, they were all family, and the two of them liked Yan Qiaoqiao so much, so they might as well raise her themselves first.

They'd wait until Yingjun wasn't so angry and then slowly cultivate her relationship with Qiaoqiao.

The second half of the dinner was very warm, pleasant, and happy.

The parents didn't urge her to get married.

There was a child and a dog.

The old people were healthy, and the young people had successful careers.

This was probably the best family photo, the best reunion dinner.

The only downside was…

"Woof?"

The Pomeranian dog VV, who had been lying on Yan Qiaoqiao's lap, always felt like someone was missing from the room.

If he could also sit here, then the room would be even more harmonious.

Yes, it was that man.

He had a very pleasant smell on him.

Just like…

The smell on this little girl…

The dinner ended, and everyone went to the parking lot, preparing to leave in two separate cars.

Zhao Yingjun squatted down, touching Yan Qiaoqiao's head:

"Qiaoqiao, see you later. Your sister likes you very much."

Yan Qiaoqiao nodded:

"Goodbye, Sister."

"So good."

Zhao Yingjun couldn't help but smile. At first, she thought this little girl was silly, impolite, and ate like a wolf.

But now she liked her more and more, thinking that this kind of little girl was not bad.

Waving her hand, she said goodbye to her parents and Qiaoqiao.

The Hongqi car drove out of the parking lot and disappeared into the night.

Zhao Yingjun held the Pomeranian dog VV in her arms, and after watching the car drive away, she snorted softly:

"Hmph."

"Woof?"

VV raised its head in confusion, looking at the two short strands of hair wrapped around its female owner's right index finger.

Its dog eyes widened.

Where did she get those?

Could it be that when she was touching the little girl's head just now, she directly yanked them off?

Then, then this little girl is pretty amazing!

She didn't even flinch when someone yanked two strands of hair out of her head. Is she that resistant to pain?

Zhao Yingjun rotated her wrist.

Observing the short black hair wrapped around her index finger.

The hair was short, but only relative to her own hair.

Actually, it wasn't that short. It should be neck-length or shoulder-length, and it came from the top of that girl Yan Qiaoqiao's head.

She had taken advantage of the opportunity to touch her head to pull out two strands.

Zhao Yingjun had already thought of a reason. If Yan Qiaoqiao showed her teeth in pain, she would say apologetically that she was sorry, that the button on her sleeve had caught her hair, to cover it up.

But she didn't expect…

That little girl didn't react at all, as if she were wearing a wig.

At the time, Zhao Yingjun was wondering if she hadn't pulled it out.

But she rubbed it, and there was indeed hair in her hand, so she stood up in time.

"Doesn't she feel any pain?"

Zhao Yingjun put the rolled-up hair into her pocket, smiling softly at the night:

"Another granddaughter from a distant relative's family? Heh, Lin Xian has used the same excuse before."

She stroked the Pomeranian's dandelion-like head:

"VV, what exactly is going on?"

The Pomeranian dog VV, widened its dog eyes, not daring to say anything.

Too…

This family is too scheming!

As the only eyewitness at both scenes, it had seen Yan Mei taking Zhao Yingjun's hair and witnessed Zhao Yingjun stealing Yan Qiaoqiao's hair.

As expected…

Birds of a feather flock together.

It was just a dandelion.

It didn't plan to get involved in this complex family ethical drama.

At night, in the early morning.

Zhao Yingjun turned off the desk lamp, preparing to go to sleep.

On the lit-up phone screen, was another hospital specializing in DNA testing that she had searched for.

Although Wang Ge's wife, was the director of the examination department at Donghai Second Hospital…

One should not wash