The brown paper bag was very thin, with only a few sheets of paper inside, which He Yanfeng pulled out together.

He had only pulled out one-fifth of the thin A4 paper from the file bag when he saw a few words right in the middle of the top of the first A4 paper: DNA test report.

He Yanfeng's breathing stagnated, and his hand holding the file bag tightened. He looked at Xiang Hong on the sofa, his expression almost unchanged, and his voice tensed up a bit: "What do you mean?"

Xiang Hong held his head with both hands, inserted his fingers into his messy hair, and was silent for a while before saying, "Look for yourself."

He Yanfeng retracted his gaze and focused all his attention on the A4 in front of him. When he had drawn one-third of it, he paused and said in a deep voice, "You are kidding me, right?"

Xiang Hong hesitated to speak.

He Yanfeng got the answer from his expression. Something was about to burst out of his chest. He pinched the thin pieces of paper tightly between his thumb and index finger, but he didn't pull out the remaining two-thirds.

The wall clock ticked, and the brown paper bag and the report inside it remained one-third empty. It was gradually getting dark, and there was only one floor lamp in the living room, standing next to the coffee table. The light yellow slender light was cast above the coffee table, dividing Xiang Hong, who was sitting on the sofa, and He Yanfeng, who was sitting on the other side of the coffee table, into two squares.

"Brother He." Xiang Hong sighed deeply, with an apologetic look on his face: "As a friend, I took your DNA sample to do a paternity test for you without your consent. I'm sorry."

He Yanfeng looked at Xiang Hong quietly. Xiang Hong said nothing. They looked at each other across the light in the darkness.

"Is this why you came to my office last time?"

Xiang Hong nodded, paused, and finally said the words that had been circling on his lips countless times: "He Qianjian is not your son."

He Yanfeng lowered his head, with most of his face hidden in the darkness. Only his knuckles, which were holding the brown paper bag, turned white. After a few minutes, his dry and hoarse voice rang out: "If he is not my son, then who is my son?"

After saying what he had been holding back, he was able to face the following things much more smoothly. Xiang Hong raised his hand and pointed at the brown paper bag: "It's all in there."

He Yanfeng's gaze returned to the brown paper bag. After a pause, he moved his hand holding the A4 paper and pulled it out.

The contents of the first page of the report were clear at a glance. He Yanfeng's eyes fell on the words "Inspection Materials" and slowly moved down - Inspection Material No. 1: Several hairs from He Yanfeng's hair follicles; Inspection Material No. 2: Several hairs from Yang Yun's hair follicles; Inspection Material No. 3: Several hairs from He Qianjian's hair follicles. He quickly scanned the inspection date and process, turned to the third sheet of paper, and stopped at the identification conclusion at the bottom: He Qianjian was determined to have no blood relationship with He Yanfeng and Yang Yun.

His gaze stayed on the six words "no blood relationship" for a long time until the clock hand reached the top and made a ding sound. He raised his head as if waking up from a dream, put the report behind him, and looked at the second report anxiously and anxiously. It was still a DNA test report, but in the test materials, the name of specimen No. 3 had become Jiang Chen.

When He Yanfeng saw the words "Jiang Chen", he stopped flipping through the pages. He didn't need to see the conclusion, as he already had the answer in his mind.

He seldom had doubts until a boy named Jiang Chen appeared in their family's life. This boy could make the rebellious He Qianmin obedient, and made He Qianyu, who had been the center of attention since birth, obsessed with him. Even his wife was particularly gentle and caring towards him... The phone call not long ago made He Yanfeng couldn't help but think about what kind of special personality charm Jiang Chen had that made his wife, son and daughter like him so much, and made it difficult for him to feel displeased with him even when he was contradicted. Even when he received the video that was beyond the scope of reality, he never doubted whether it was true or not, and believed him so inexplicably and easily.

Now, all the puzzles have been answered - because Jiang Chen is his and his wife's biological son, and the biological brother of He Qianmin and He Qianyu.

Seeing that He Yanfeng had been stuck on the first page of the second report, Xiang Hong asked, "Don't you want to turn to the next page?"

He Yanfeng moved his fingers holding the report and turned directly to the last page. His eyes moved away as soon as they touched the conclusion at the bottom. Countless complicated emotions surged in his heart. The strange thing was that he didn't find this truth hard to accept at all. All he kept thinking about was how to tell Jiang Chen about this matter.

Xiang Hong stood up, walked around the coffee table, went to He Yanfeng, and patted his shoulder: "Brother He."

He Yanfeng came back to his senses, put both reports back into the brown paper bag, and patted Xiang Hong's arm heavily: "Thank you for this...

Xiang Hong shook his head: "Are you okay?"

"It's easier to accept than I thought." He Yanfeng paused and sighed deeply: "I'm only worried about your sister-in-law..."

Xiang Hong thought of Yang Yun's love for the three children, and after a moment's silence, he said, "How about telling her after a while?"

"No." After accepting the fact, He Yanfeng's mind was extremely calm. He shook his head and said, "You are right to tell me directly. The longer this matter is delayed, the more disadvantageous it will be, whether it is for your sister-in-law or... Jiang Chen's adoptive parents."

Xiang Hong's expression was slightly tense: "Have you thought about how to tell your sister-in-law about this?"

He Yanfeng pulled the corner of his mouth: "No matter how much psychological preparation you have, it's useless. Just say it directly."

"What about the Jiang family?" Xiang Hong said, "Jiang Chen's adoptive parents probably don't know that they have taken the wrong child. It may be difficult for them to accept this. As for Qian Jian, it may be even more difficult for him to accept this."

He Yanfeng lowered his eyes and said calmly: "Whether it is the Jiang family or Qian Jian, they will have to accept the facts sooner or later."

Xiang Hong: "Have you thought about how to tell the Jiang family? Go directly to their house?"

"I'll tell Jiang Chen first." In just a short moment, He Yanfeng had already thought of countless ways to tell the boy the truth. However, thinking of Jiang Chen's seemingly gentle but actually hard character, his tone was solemn and helpless: "If we bypass him and go directly to the Jiang family, he is likely to be hostile to us."

After a moment's hesitation, Xiang Hong agreed, "Jiang Chen is too smart. It's not a good idea to hide it from him. But are you sure he can accept it if you tell him the truth? No matter how smart he is, he's still just a child."

He Yanfeng paused, thinking of something, and suddenly shook his head.

"What's wrong?"

"When I first met Jiang Chen, I asked him how old he was, and he said he was eighteen." He Yanfeng smiled bitterly: "It's because I always thought he was one year older than Qian Jian, so even though he and Qian Jian had the same birthday, I never doubted anything. If I had known earlier..."

Xiang Hong also felt sad and guessed, "Maybe he reported his age in Chinese?"

"You'll know later." He Yanfeng put his hand on his shoulder, his tone heavier: "I'll go back first."

…

On the way home from Xiang Hong's residence, He Yanfeng was thinking about how to tell his wife about this matter. However, until he got out of the car and entered the house, he still couldn't think of a suitable beginning.

He Yanfeng stood at the door, still pondering.

Yang Yun, who was waiting in the living room, came out when he heard the noise, with a teasing smile on his face: "Everything for Qian Jian's birthday party has been prepared, so you don't have to find an excuse to go to Xiao Xiang's place to be lazy tomorrow."

As he got closer and saw the look on He Yanfeng's face, Yang Yun's smile faded, and there was a note of worry in his voice: "What's wrong? Did something really happen to Xiao Xiang?"

He Yanfeng changed his shoes and walked in: "Let's go to the study, I have something to tell you."

Yang Yun's heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't help but worry. Except for the time when the He family refused to accept her, even though the company had experienced ups and downs, she had never seen her husband look so serious. She quickened her pace and walked to He Yanfeng: "Husband, what's wrong? Don't scare me."

He Yanfeng shook his head: "Let's talk in the study."

"Is it about Xiao Xiang?" Yang Yun was worried and couldn't help but continue to ask: "Or is it related to us?"

"It has nothing to do with Xiang Hong, it's——"

"Dad, you're back!" The door of the next room suddenly opened, and He Qianyu ran out in her bunny pajamas and threw herself into He Yanfeng's arms.

He Yanfeng rubbed his daughter's head, and the expression on his face softened a little: "Our little princess hasn't gone to bed yet."

"I'm waiting for you!" He Qianyu hugged He Yanfeng's waist and looked around behind him: "Dad, where are the watercolor pens you promised to buy for me?"

He Yanfeng paused with his hand on her head, then he remembered that he had promised to buy He Qianyu a new box of watercolor pens before leaving.

"I'm sorry, Dad forgot." He Yanfeng apologized and leaned over to coax him, "Dad will buy it for you tomorrow, okay?"

He Qianyu let go of him, pouted in disappointment, and said in a low voice: "But it will be too late tomorrow."

"Is it your art homework?" Yang Yun squatted down to comfort her daughter, "Mom will call your teacher later and explain to the teacher that we have run out of watercolor pens at home and that mom and dad were too careless to buy you one, so you didn't hand in your homework. Mom and the teacher will discuss handing it in next Monday, okay?"

"It's not an art assignment, it's a gift I want to give to Brother Jiang Chen." He Qianyu lowered her head, feeling wronged and sad: "I begged my second brother for a long time before he agreed to come to my school after school tomorrow to help me pass on the birthday gift I wanted to give to Brother Jiang Chen. If I don't finish it tonight, it will be too late tomorrow."

Yang Yun was stunned, looked at He Yanfeng, hesitated for a while, and said: "Then mom and dad will go out to buy you colored pencils now, okay? Mom and dad promise to be back soon, you will definitely have time to make a gift for brother Jiang Chen."

"No need." He Yanfeng rubbed He Qianyu's head and said softly, "Dad will take a day off for you tomorrow, so that you can have one day to make a gift for brother Jiang Chen. Now go to bed first, okay?"

"Really?!" He Qianyu jumped three feet high, her bunny ears bouncing up and down with her. She excitedly stretched out her hand and said, "Daddy, make a pinky promise with me! The one who changes is the puppy!"

"What are you talking about?" Yang Yun disagreed, "How can you just agree to something like this, Xiaobao?"

"I know what's going on."

He Yanfeng and He Qianyu signed their agreement, and after watching her door close, he turned to Yang Yun and said, "Go to the study. I have something very important to tell you."

Yang Yun frowned and followed He Yanfeng. When the door of the study was closed, he said, "No matter how important the matter is, you can't joke about the child's study. You have set a precedent for her to ask for leave for no reason. In the future, she..."

"Tomorrow our whole family will go to the old house." He Yanfeng took two steps towards the desk, stopped and said, "Except Qian Jian."

Yang Yun was stunned, but she didn't think there was anything wrong with not letting He Qianjian go to the old house. She just thought her husband didn't want to delay his eldest son's senior year schoolwork. She worriedly asked, "Why are you going back to the old house suddenly? Do my parents have something to talk to us about?"

He Yanfeng shook his head, tightened his grip on the brown paper bag, tried to lift it up several times, but in the end he just put it on the desk.

"Wife, I have something to tell you." He Yanfeng took Yang Yun's hand and said in a hoarse voice, "You have to be mentally prepared first."

"What's the matter?" Yang Yun's heart tightened, and he couldn't help but guess: "Is it related to our return to the old house?"

He Yanfeng pulled her to sit on the chair beside the desk and put his hands on her shoulders. Seeing his wife's confused look, he opened his mouth several times, but the words on his lips could not come out.

"What happened?"

He Yanfeng's hesitation gave Yang Yun a bad feeling. She looked at the brown paper bag on the table and thought that He Yanfeng was looking for Xiang Hong, whose main job was a doctor...

Yang Yun grabbed He Yanfeng's hand on her shoulder and couldn't help but feel nervous: "Is there something wrong with someone's health in our family——"

Before Yang Yun finished speaking, He Yanfeng said, "Qian Jian was taken away by mistake when he was born. He is not our son."

"How is it possible?!" Yang Yun subconsciously said, "Didn't we do a paternity test when Qian Jian was three months old?"

He Yanfeng was silent for a moment, picked up the brown paper bag on the table, and took out the two reports inside.

"Take a look."

Yang Yun took the report and froze as she scanned the test materials. She couldn't believe it and said, "Jiang Chen?" She raised her head, her hand holding the report trembling slightly, "Why are the test materials for us and Xiaochen? What's going on?"

He Yanfeng held Yang Yun's shoulders and bent down to be at eye level with her: "Jiang Chen is our biological son."

Yang Yun quickly turned to the last page of the report and saw the sentence at the bottom. His pupils trembled violently - based on the results of the DNA analysis, it supported that Yang Yun and He Yanfeng were Jiang Chen's biological parents.

"Xiaochen... is my son?" Yang Yun raised his head and asked, "What about Qian Jian?"

"He should be a child of the Jiang family." He Yanfeng said: "Have you never felt that Xiaochen is familiar? He is like Qian Min and Qian Yu. He inherited your dimples, but his eyes and nose are like mine."

Yang Yun recalled the quick glance she took when she first saw Jiang Chen. Just his profile made her pay special attention to him. Every time they met afterwards, she liked the boy more. She once thought that this was just the fate between Jiang Chen and their family, but she never thought that Jiang Chen was actually her biological son!

Whenever she thought of Jiang Chen as her biological son, she couldn't help but carefully describe the boy's facial features in her memory. Just like her husband said, every inch of him was like the most perfect combination of her and her husband's facial features, unlike Qian Jian...

"What about Qian Jian?" Yang Yun looked up suddenly, "Xiaochen is our son, what about Qian Jian?"

He Yanfeng was silent for a moment: "We have our own son, and the Jiang family also has their own son. Qian Jian must return to the Jiang family."

Yang Yun found it hard to accept, "But... we have raised Qian Jian for so many years, and can Qian Jian accept it? He..."

The eldest son and the youngest son have completely different personalities. The youngest son is casual and doesn't like being restrained or ostentatious, while the eldest son is very particular and demands the best in every aspect, including study, food, clothing, housing and transportation... If he were allowed to return to the Jiang family, his material living conditions would definitely decline. He already found it difficult to accept the decline in his grades before. If he knew the truth about his life experience, would he be even more devastated?

"Whether he accepts it or not, this is the fact." He Yanfeng said earnestly, "Wife, Xiaochen and Qianjian will soon be adults. They must have the psychological ability to accept the facts in order to face more setbacks in the future. If you don't tell Qianjian the truth, then do you want to hide it from Xiaochen as well?"

"I know what you said is the right thing to do, but Qianjian is the child we have raised for so many years, and..." Yang Yun raised his head: "Xiaochen is our son, Qianjian is the son of the Jiang family. We hope Xiaochen will come back. Will the Jiang family be willing to exchange the two children back?"

"Xiaochen has a very good relationship with his father... his adoptive parents. I believe his adoptive parents love him very much. We can accept this truth because we have been with Xiaochen for a long time. We know what kind of child he is and we like him very much. However, the Jiang family's parents have never met Qianjian. They don't know Qianjian's personality and have no emotional foundation with him. It would be difficult for them to accept it if they were suddenly told that Xiaochen is not their son, but Qianjian is their son."

"Put yourself in his shoes. If we had never met Xiaochen before, and suddenly a strange couple came and told us that Qianjian was not our child, and that another boy who was completely unfamiliar to us was our child, would it be difficult for you to accept it?"

"And not only that, he not only wants you to accept a child who is completely a stranger, but also wants you to take back the child you have loved for more than ten years. Are you willing?"

He Yanfeng fell silent. He had to admit that what Yang Yun said was true. But he looked at this matter more rationally than his wife. In addition to what his wife said, Jiang Chen's excellence was also one of the important reasons why he quickly accepted him.

Because as the head of the family, He Yanfeng must calmly consider the stability of the family and the acceptance of Jiang Chen by other members of the He family.

Jiang Chen gets along very well with Qian Min and Qian Yu. One can imagine how happy Qian Min will be when she finds out that Jiang Chen is his biological brother. Perhaps it will be difficult for his daughter to accept it, but she likes Jiang Chen very much, and it won't take her too long to accept him. In this way, Jiang Chen's return to the He family will have almost no negative impact on the stability of the family.

As for the He family, He Yanfeng knows his parents and siblings very well. The two elders may have feelings for He Qianjian and find it difficult to let go, but at the same time they will never let their grandson live outside. As for his brother He Yanjun and sister He Yanya, one has He Qianyang to lubricate her, and the other is engaged in scientific research, so they can definitely have common topics with Jiang Chen.

It was precisely because of such comprehensive considerations that He Yanfeng was able to accept Jiang Chen so quickly.

But can the Jiang family, who have never met He Qianjian, accept a completely strange boy? Also, can they really agree to let Jiang Chen and He Qianjian return to their original identities?

He Yanfeng sat down on the other side of the desk, his voice calm and low: "So I decided to tell Jiang Chen about this first. After discussing it with him, we will tell Jiang's parents together."

"Tell me first?" Yang Yun was stunned. "When?"

"Tomorrow." He Yanfeng said, "After telling our parents about this, we will go to the school gate after school to wait for him."

Yang Yun hesitated: "His birthday is the day after tomorrow. If I tell him about this before his birthday, will it be possible..."

"It's because it's his birthday the day after tomorrow that we have to make this matter clear tomorrow." He Yanfeng tapped the table with his fingers, pondered for a moment and said, "Also, I will send out a notice tomorrow morning to cancel Qian Jian's birthday party."

"Why did you suddenly cancel the birthday party?" Yang Yun sat up straight, frowning slightly. "Qian Jian has been looking forward to this birthday party for a long time. He has been in a much better mood recently because of his birthday. He will definitely feel bad if it is cancelled. Moreover, all the arrangements for the party have been made. If it is cancelled at this time... he will definitely find it hard to accept."

He Yanfeng shook his head: "Even if I don't say to cancel it, my father will ask us to cancel it if I go to the old house tomorrow to explain this matter."

Yang Yun was puzzled: "Why?"

"Qian Jian and Jiang Chen's identities will be made public sooner or later, and it is likely to be in the near future. In addition to relatives and friends, Qian Jian also invited many of my business partners to his birthday party, which basically overlaps with the guests who will be invited when Jiang Chen's identity is made public. With two banquets held close to each other, people will compare them in their hearts no matter from which aspect, which is not good for anyone."

"But this is the banquet Qianjian has been looking forward to for a long time..." Thinking of He Qianjian's increasingly silent and abnormal mood recently, Yang Yun felt a little heartache and said, "Even if he is not our biological child, I have raised him for eighteen years. Isn't it good to treat this banquet as the last thing we do for him?"

"What about Jiang Chen?" He Yanfeng asked, "He and Qian Jian have the same birthday. We knew his identity before his birthday but still held a grand birthday party for Qian Jian. What would he think after he knew it?"

Yang Yun was speechless.

"And more." He Yanfeng looked at the brown paper bag on the table, his eyes darkened. "There are many doubts about Qian Jian and Jiang Chen being mistakenly taken away. During this period of time, I realized that I never really understood him. Although many things have not been investigated and cannot be concluded, he is definitely not as simple as we know."

Yang Yun frowned: "What do you mean?"

He Yanfeng held her shoulders, looking at her at eye level, and said word by word: "I have always regarded Qian Jian as my first child. It is impossible for me not to have feelings for him in eighteen years. Wife, I hope you believe me. I have my reasons for doing this."

"Can't you tell me?"

"At least until I figure out one thing." He Yanfeng sighed, his voice hoarse: "I hope he won't let me down..."