It can be said that the Eight Characters and face reading complent each other.
The reason for this contradiction is either a genetic issue or Rong Xianning’s Eight Characters are fake.
The fans continued to ask, what is the issue with the genetic inheritance? Is Rong Xianning not his parents’ biological child?
The fortune-telling blogger didn’t dare to give a definitive answer, saying they would discuss further after seeing Rong Xianning’s mother’s face.
The fortune-telling circle is quite niche, so few people know about this discussion between the fans and the blogger. Even those who know don’t dare spread it; Rong Xianning is already busy dealing with his father’s issues, and any more rumors would be detrintal to him. Smart fans wouldn’t take such a risk.
Mingren Hospital VIP ward in Jingzhou.
Yao Huia lies on the bed, emaciated, staring unblinkingly at the vast night outside the window.
Xu Shaokang is curled up on the sofa playing gas, occasionally erupting in exaggerated shouts of excitent or anger.
The nurse ca in to asure her temperature. Seeing that the patient had been in this despondent state for days, she couldn’t help but suggest, "Are you bored? Why not let turn on the TV for you, maybe find a drama to watch, and perhaps you’ll feel sowhat better."
The patient is quite pitiful. Her husband has never visited, and her son is rather clueless. Even though he stays by the bedside every day, gaming is more important to him than feeding his mother a sip of water.
A bit filial, but not much.
After speaking, the nurse, without waiting for a response from the patient, prepared to leave.
She fulfilled her duty to remind but shouldn’t intervene too much.
Yao Huia glanced at the nurse and nodded.
The nurse casually picked up the remote and turned on the TV.
On TV was the entertainnt channel, broadcasting the sensational news of Rong Xianning’s father involved in a one billion gambling debt scandal. It was a hot topic online, and she was no exception.
The nurse took a glance out of habit.
The TV displayed Rong Xianning’s airport photo, with Rong Yuhe’s large portrait in the top right corner. The picture wasn’t flattering, making him look like a convict, though his bone structure in youth suggested he must have been quite a handso man; otherwise, how could he have a son like Rong Xianning?
The nurse couldn’t help but lant, "This kid is truly unlucky, stuck with a dad like this..."
Imrsed in her thoughts, the nurse didn’t notice the woman’s eyes on the bed widening at the sight of the photo on the TV screen, with her already gaunt eyes seeming ready to burst out, quite frightful.
Yao Huia stared unblinkingly at the face in the photo, searching the depths of her mory.
Suddenly, she raised her hand excitedly at the TV, wanting to speak but no sound ca out, contorting her face into a fierce grimace.
The nurse noticed her unusual reaction and was startled, promptly asking if she felt unwell.
With one hand pointing at the TV and the other clutching her throat, Yao Huia suddenly laughed, but no sound ca out, making the scene appear eerie, causing the nurse to shiver.
"Are you... are you okay?"
Xu Shaokang was imrsed in his ga, completely unaware of his mother’s abnormal behavior.
Yao Huia, having laughed enough, cald down. To confirm her doubts, she found her phone and started searching Rong Xianning’s na, with the biography instantly appearing before her.
After looking through it, her previously lifeless eyes exploded with a dazzling light.
Everything matched.
Below the biography was the widely spread short video of Rong Yuhe being threatened by gangsters, circulating all over the internet.
Yao Huia clicked in; despite the dim lighting, Rong Yuhe’s features were clearly visible, though age had made him uglier and his deanor sleazy and violent. His bone structure was distinctive enough that Yao Huia would never forget this face.
She laughed silently, her eyes filled with an enigmatic and sinister light.
Gu Bichen, you silenced , leaving speechless for life, this enmity is irreconcilable.
What do you care about the most? Naturally, it’s your lineage; you go to any lengths to keep your wealth and status.
But what exactly are you? A small rat crawling out from a nest of snakes and mice, enjoying so many years of peace yet never satiated, perhaps even the heavens couldn’t tolerate it anymore, allowing to uncover new clues.
This clue, I alone know it in the whole world.
If Gu Bichen hadn’t poisoned into silence, I would still have the chance to tell him, cooperate mutually, each fulfilling their needs.
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