The force of the blow was so great it felt like it could knock his head off. Song Hengjue gasped, "...How should I know?"

He's panicking too. Where did all these people come from? It's terrifying!

Song Hengjue subconsciously turned his head to look at Yang Qingheng. Sure enough, the woman's face had darkened, and she was in a state of utter confusion. Could it really be his?

He's suddenly become a father?

Yang Qingheng definitely doesn't want him anymore.

The little voice inside Song Hengjue was biting a handkerchief and crying. For the first time, he realized how terrible amnesia was.

Seeing Song Hengjue's flustered expression, Xu Lan chuckled and patted her daughter's shoulder: "Baby, you haven't seen Daddy in a long time, have you? Go play with Daddy."

Xu Changchang pinched her fingers, glanced cautiously at Yang Qingheng, and rushed over like a cannonball to hug Song Hengjue's leg. Her loud voice exploded in Song Hengjue's ears like a thunderclap: "Dad."

Song Hengjue's scalp tingled, and she instinctively tried to pull him away, but he was so small and clingy, like a leech, that she couldn't pull him away no matter what she did. The child's bones hadn't fully developed yet, and she was afraid of hurting him if she pulled too hard. She was sweating profusely and looked towards Yang Qingheng for help.

“Miss Xu, the child isn’t Song Hengjue’s. It’s not very polite for you to come here and make a scene like this.” Yang Qingheng changed her shoes and walked in. Her face was completely different from the two people next to her. She was calm and composed, without the slightest bit of panic.

Looking at the child who had already scrambled onto Yang Qingheng's waist with both hands and feet, she frowned, reached out and pulled him into her arms, giving him a little bounce: "Little rascal, behave yourself."

So soft.

This was her first thought.

Looking at Song Hengjue's blank expression, Xu Lan thought of Song Hengjue's car accident and a smile flashed across her eyes. She poured herself a cup of tea, acting as if she were at home: "How could it not be? You saw Song Hengjue when she accompanied me to my prenatal checkup. Miss Yang, why are you starting to deceive yourself?"

He's done such a despicable thing?

Song Hengjue was now covered in cold sweat, not just on his neck. Looking at Yang Qingheng's cold face, his knees buckled and he almost knelt down.

No wonder, no wonder Yang Qingheng said they had been divorced. It turns out he did something so despicable!

Song Hengjue has begun to suspect that he might really be a scumbag in a few years, otherwise why would Yang Qingheng, who is so good, divorce him?

Once the little girl was in Yang Qingheng's arms, she seemed to be frozen in place, too afraid to move, as docile as a little chick, completely lacking the arrogance she displayed in front of Song Hengjue.

She looked at her own mother with pleading eyes, hoping to be rescued, but Xu Lan didn't even glance at her.

“Since you insist on saying this, fine, then let’s do a DNA test. It just so happens that Hai Province recently introduced this technology. If it’s Song Hengjue’s, I believe he will take responsibility. If not…” She slowly raised her eyes and sneered, “Then let’s go to the police station. This is fraud.”

Xu Lan was stunned for a second when she first heard about DNA testing. A flash of panic crossed her eyes as she stammered and pointed at Xu Changchang: "Look at this nose, these eyes, they're practically identical to Heng Jue. Everyone will say they're father and daughter. Why go through all this trouble?"

After saying that, she glared at Song Hengjue and said, "Song Hengjue, say something! Your daughter, you don't acknowledge her anymore?"

Yao Ying burst into a tirade, all the elegance she had cultivated over the years crumbling in an instant: "What a load of crap! Look at your daughter, then look at my son, how dare you say such a thing?"

Song Hengjue has classic peach blossom eyes, but this child has almond eyes. There are other small details that don't match up at all. Xu Lan is clearly lying through her teeth.

"So you're saying you don't want to take responsibility?" Xu Lan slammed her hand on the table and stood up, her anger blazing.

Yao Ying glanced tentatively at Yang Qingheng beside her, knowing she would listen to her anyway.

Yang Qingheng put the child down on the ground: "No, that's not it. As I just said, they'll do a DNA test. The results will be available in a week. You can take the child home first."

In truth, she already had a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on. Song Hengjue had said before that the child wasn't his, and he wasn't the kind of person who lacked responsibility. She believed he wouldn't lie about something like this.

"Whatever you want." Xu Lan picked up the child and shoved him into Song Hengjue's arms before swaggering outside.

Song Hengjue was startled, as if he had been given a hot potato: "Who are you going to take? Don't you want your child?!"

He was about to chase after her when he saw the woman quickly get into her car, wave her hand, and leave with the words, "You should also fulfill your duties as a father."

They couldn't catch up with him.

Well, at least one child was left behind.

Yang Qingheng stared at the little one in Song Hengjue's arms, her head throbbing.

The company hasn't even finished cleaning up its mess, and now another one has appeared.

"Hi?" Xu Changchang asked awkwardly, extending one hand.

Yang Qingheng's lips twitched, and she gestured to Song Hengjue: "She's old enough to know how to walk, put her on the ground."

Then, she waved to the aunt and said, "Take the child to lunch, and give him something light."

After seeing the little one leave with the aunt, she pinched the bridge of her nose, a look of annoyance on her face.

The mother and son next to her glanced at her out of the corner of their eyes, as if they had done something wrong.

Yang Qingheng took off the ring from her hand and deliberately gave Song Hengjue a cold look: "Now, how do you plan to resolve this matter?"

Song Hengjue smiled bitterly, but firmly stated: "If the children are mine, I will pay child support, and I will be involved in their upbringing. As for marriage... I will not marry her."

"Hmm, what about me?" Yang Qingheng felt a surge of anger thinking about how he had conspired with Xu Lan to spite her in order to get a divorce, so she deliberately made things difficult for him.

Song Hengjue stared into her eyes: "And you, do you still want me?"

"No, I hate dirty men," Yang Qingheng said firmly.