Because of the foot pain, Yan Xinxin walked with so difficulty.
But to avoid further injury, she walked very cautiously.
Arriving at the DNA test center, Yan Xinxin took the paternity test report in hand.
The sumr sunlight filtered through the tree branches, casting dappled shadows on the kraft envelope. Yan Xinxin took a deep breath.
Mu Qianyuan.
Could I really be you?
"Hiss—"
Without further hesitation, Yan Xinxin tore open the envelope and imdiately flipped to the last page.
She saw the final result.
For a mont, she inexplicably felt relieved.
No blood relation.
She and Mu Qianshui shared no blood relation, which ant that her similarities with Mu Qianyuan were indeed just coincidences.
In that case, there was no need to worry about how to face the Mu family.
But still...
Thinking of Mo Chuxi, a faint sense of disappointnt lingered in Yan Xinxin’s heart.
After all, Mu Qianyuan held a unique, irreplaceable place in Mo Chuxi’s heart...
Yan Xinxin lowered her eyes, looking at the wedding ring in her hand. In that mont of distraction, the ringtone of her cell phone broke the silence.
It was the landline at ho.
When Yan Xinxin picked up the call, Yang Guoping’s kind voice ca from the other end.
The dessert shop at the corner.
Roughly half an hour later.
Yan Xinxin saw Yang Guoping walking slowly into the dessert shop.
So young n and won in the shop gave Yang Guoping strange looks, likely because of his plain and outdated clothes.
"Dad, over here!"
Yan Xinxin called out to Yang Guoping.
The young n and won glanced at Yan Xinxin’s face, their expressions briefly stunned, then started whispering among themselves.
Yan Xinxin didn’t mind and smiled faintly at Yang Guoping.
"Dad, sit here."
"Alright."
Yang Guoping responded and sat down.
A young female server quickly brought over the drinks Yan Xinxin had ordered, but her eyes lingered on her the whole ti.
"Is it true? Is she really the one who got proposed to by the Crown Prince?"
"The video from that night was a bit blurry, but yeah, it seems like her."
"Look at her clothes and that non-branded bag; that man must be her dad. He looks dirt poor! How could Young Master Mo even look at a woman like her?"
Low whispers full of disdain and judgnt floated in from the next table, and contemptuous glances were cast their way. Yang Guoping frowned deeply.
Yan Xinxin glanced indifferently at the shallow group of young people.
"Dad, don’t worry about what others say. I’ve gotten used to it by now."
Yang Guoping sighed as the frown on his face deepened.
"Xinxin, I saw the wedding invitation. I sincerely wish you happiness."
"Thank you, Dad."
Yan Xinxin smiled softly.
"Don’t worry, Dad. Young Master Mo treats very well. He doesn’t mind my past as an unwed mother and takes great care of Xi too."
Yang Guoping nodded in satisfaction.
"I was always worried that this Young Master Mo might only be toying with you, but since he’s officially sent out wedding invitations and treats you and Xi so well, I can set my heart at ease."
Hearing this, Yan Xinxin was imdiately overwheld with guilt.
"Dad, I’m sorry."
"Silly child, what are you apologizing for?"
Yan Xinxin’s eyes reddened slightly.
"Ever since that incident five years ago, Mom and Rou’s attitudes toward have worsened, even going so far as to kick out of the house. I’ve never understood why Mom treats and Rou so differently."
She paused for a mont.
"I know you’ve always been good to , Dad. I shouldn’t have doubted anything, but I couldn’t stop myself from overthinking—wondering if I wasn’t your biological child, even irrationally believing I might be soone else, so I... went and did a DNA test..."
"What?! Xinxin, you... you did a DNA test?!"
Yang Guoping sprang to his feet in shock, the glass in his hand falling to the floor with a loud "smash."
Everyone in the shop turned to look, and Yan Xinxin was startled as well.
"Dad?"
"Xinxin, tell —whose DNA did you test? Are you suspecting yourself of being soone else? Who?! Tell , who do you think you are?!"
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