Later that day, Song Wan told Lin Zhaojiang about her encounter with Duan Jinrong.

"She...is so arrogant?" Lin Zhaojiang frowned. Actually, it was she who asked Xiao Liran to arrange this meeting. Besides wanting Song Wan to expand her network, there was another, more important reason—he wanted to confirm his suspicions: Song Wan might actually be the real daughter of the He family!

But he never expected that this meeting would end on such an unpleasant note.

"I don't have a good impression of her; she's very rude," Song Wan said truthfully. "But... maybe she doesn't have a good impression of me either! Well, how could a writer of her stature be approachable?"

Lin Zhaojiang found it strange; shouldn't there be a natural connection between blood relatives?

"It's alright," he chuckled reassuringly. "Practice makes perfect. You'll get used to it after seeing each other a few more times."

"Huh? Do I have to see her again? I don't want to!"

“Talented people are often eccentric.” Lin Zhaojiang held her small hand, then suddenly thought of a question, “What do you think… how does she compare to your mother?”

"What?" Song Wan was taken aback, and answered without thinking, "Of course my mom is closer to me! Although she doesn't care about me much, she still raised me and we've been family for over twenty years! That writer Duan, I only met her once and we had such an unpleasant experience. How can she compare to my mom?"

"I just want to know, which of these two types of mothers is better?"

“Neither is good.” Song Wan smiled helplessly. “My mother favors boys over girls, and the writer Duan is sarcastic and unpredictable. Who can be better than the other? I imagine the two siblings from the He family must have had a tough time growing up. Ms. Duan seems like the kind of woman who has the final say, and she must be very domineering at home.”

"Yes." Lin Zhaojiang nodded, his voice lowering. "It's better for a child to have a gentle mother. Our future children will be very lucky to have a mother like you."

He wrapped his arms around her from behind, his hand resting on her lower abdomen. Song Wan trembled slightly, a warmth seemingly spreading from his hand throughout her entire body.

She could feel the man's rapid breathing, and the surrounding air became hot and ambiguous.

"Shall we...have another baby?"

Song Wan's heart raced, and she gently pushed his hand away, but to no avail.

“It was all my fault before.” Lin Zhaojiang kissed her reddened earlobe. “I know that no one can replace Yunqi in your heart. But we can’t always stay in the past, right? If she senses us, she must also hope that Mom and Dad can have another healthy child…”

"But, Zhaojiang, the doctor said..."

"The doctor only said that the chances of getting pregnant are very small, not that there is no hope at all."

Song Wan turned her face, and in the man's clear black and white eyes, there was only her reflection.

She wasn't still dwelling on the past, and Lin Zhaojiang's companionship along the way from Yangcheng to Yunshi truly moved her.

She just didn't know if now was the best time.

She had already been hurt once, and she dared not easily give her heart and soul away again.

"Wanwan, I will be good to you for the rest of my life." Lin Zhaojiang gently kissed her hair, then her cheek, and finally her soft lips, his breath quickening. "Rest assured, entrust yourself to me, okay?"

Song Wan blushed and lowered her head, not daring to look at him. Lin Zhaojiang took this as tacit agreement and was about to reach out to unbutton her clothes—

Just then, a beeping sound came from the combination lock!

Lin Zhaojiang was startled, and his hand suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Then Fat Tiger wagged his tail and ran over barking. The person who came was none other than Pei Nian!

Song Wan was also startled, her face flushed with embarrassment, and she quickly distanced herself from Lin Zhaojiang. Pei Nian, witnessing this scene, was slightly embarrassed, a forced smile playing on her lips. After a moment of stunned silence, she placed the dog food on the ground…

"I... I'm here to deliver food to Fat Tiger..." Pei Nian laughed awkwardly, "I didn't expect that you two would both be home."

Lin Zhaojiang looked completely bewildered, utterly clueless about what was going on.

Song Wan took a deep breath and explained softly, "I gave the password to Pei Nian... I'm often not home when I'm busy, and I was worried that Pang Hu would be left unattended, so... I asked her to take care of him."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Pei Nian chuckled. "Uncle Lin, I thought Aunt was still at the publishing company proofreading manuscripts at this time, so..."

At this moment, Lin Zhaojiang's face could have been smeared with ink.

I finally managed to get Fat Tiger to another room today, and I was just one step away from succeeding. I was finally going to be with Song Wan...

Who would have thought! Pei Nian actually showed up?

"Um, Pei Nian, please make yourself at home!" Song Wan quickly eased the awkwardness. "I'll go cut you some fruit!"

After saying that, she turned and went into the kitchen. Pei Nian and Lin Zhaojiang looked at each other, then sat at opposite ends of the sofa, remaining silent for a long time.

This was the first time in Pei Nian's life that he had ever done something that was detrimental to others.

The more she recalled that scene, the more she wanted to dig a hole and crawl into it!

"Pei Nian." Suddenly, a deep male voice rang out.

Pei Nian was taken aback, and immediately sat up straight. "Uncle Lin, is there something you need?"

"Don't you have anything to tell me?"

Pei Nian immediately realized what he meant and sat closer to him, trying her best to lower her voice: "I have discovered some things during my time at the He family."

"What?"

“He Yining is not quite normal.” Pei Nian said clearly, “I have observed her. Although her departure time is very regular, she leaves the company at 2:30 pm every Wednesday and then goes to the drug rehabilitation center.”

Lin Zhaojiang's eyes darkened. "You followed her?"

“Of course not.” Pei Nian chuckled. “I need to train the He family’s female bodyguards, so I can’t follow her around all the time. I got this information from my comrade-in-arms, the director of the Jingnan prison. He Yining went to the drug rehabilitation center, but registered under the name Song Wan, and the person who visited her was Song Huai.”

Lin Zhaojiang frowned, thought for a while, and then couldn't help but give a cold laugh.

Things are getting more and more interesting.

“However, I’ve only been at the He family’s house for two weeks,” Pei Nian said. “I don’t know if I just happened to see it on those two occasions, or if He Yining really does have this kind of pattern.”

"That should be true." Lin Zhaojiang became even more certain of his idea. Although he didn't know whether Song Wan was Mrs. He's daughter or not, he was certain that He Yining was Chen Li's daughter!

“Oh, right,” Pei Nian continued, “I sneaked into He Yining’s room. There was a syringe under her bed, probably left unattended. I quietly took it out, and after having it tested, the results showed that the remaining medication in the syringe was insulin!”

"I knew it!" Lin Zhaojiang gritted his teeth. "Song Huai, Song Xi, and Chen Li, their whole family has type 1 diabetes, and He Yining also has it... Ha, this trick of switching the tables, they really know how to play it!"

"Uncle Lin, what should I do next?"

Lin Zhaojiang chuckled, "It's simple. To prove that He Yining isn't the He family's daughter, all you need to do is a DNA test!"