To give the young people enough space, the two elders of the Song family gave Song Anran a few instructions after she came downstairs, and then made an excuse to leave.

In the large living room, only Shen Jinmo and Song Anran were present.

Song Anran sat on the sofa opposite him, her hands casually hanging on the armrests, looking at him with a half-smile: "Did you need something?"

Shen Jinmo took the initiative to get up from the sofa and walked towards her step by step.

Song Anran knew what he wanted to do.

Every time he took the initiative to approach someone, it was with a strong purpose.

Last time, she was fooled by his greed and his dream, and almost lost her baby.

This time, how could she possibly make the same mistake again?

Shen Jinmo sat down next to her and suddenly reached out to put his arm around her shoulder.

Such an intimate touch made Song Anran tremble and instinctively pull away.

They moved a few inches to the side.

"What? Why are you so resistant to me?" Shen Jinmo asked in a deep voice.

Song Anran chuckled and said, "I'm a little unaccustomed to you taking the initiative to follow me to Jiangzhou."

"Song Anran!" Shen Jingmo suddenly called her name.

"Hmm?" She stared intently into his hawk-like eyes.

"I have something I want to ask you." Shen Jinmo leaned close to her ear, and when his thin lips touched hers, his warm breath tickled her earlobe.

"Go ahead," Song Anran said, no longer avoiding the question.

Shen Jinmo stared at her profile, "Your face..."

As he spoke, his right hand slid down her back, pinched a strand of hair, and gently tugged it.

The sudden pain made Song Anran catch her breath, and she turned her head to look at Shen Jingmo's hand.

She could sense that he had pulled a strand of her hair.

"What's wrong with my face?" Song Anran didn't mention her hair.

"Not as good-looking as before." Shen Jingmo pinched a strand of hair in his palm and put it into his pocket along with his hand.

Song Anran smiled lightly, "What nonsense are you talking about? What do you mean by 'before'?"

Shen Jinmo smiled but remained silent.

Both of them knew the truth, but Song Anran was pretending not to.

Having obtained what he wanted, Shen Jinmo didn't linger at the Song family's house for a moment. He stood up from the sofa and said, "It's getting late, I'll head back now."

"Aren't you going to stay for lunch?" Song Anran thought to herself, seeing that he had achieved his goal and didn't want to spend another second with her.

His heart and eyes are now completely occupied by that woman, Lu Zhiwei. Who else can he possibly have eyes for?

"No, I came to see you and to make sure you take good care of the baby in your belly. After all, this is also a child of the Shen family."

"You don't need to remind me of that. Oh, right, my brother just sent me a WeChat message. He said he's with Lu Zhiwei and is heading home from the hospital after get off work. Lu Zhiwei is coming over for dinner tonight. Are you sure you want to leave?"

Song Anran's bright eyes were fixed on Shen Jinmo.

Shen Jinmo hesitated for a moment.

But he still decided to leave.

Compared to this meal, getting this hair for DNA testing as soon as possible is the most urgent task, and it's also what Lu Zhiwei hopes to achieve.

The car Shen Jinmo was in when she left the Song family passed by the car Song Hanzheng was driving back.

Lu Zhiwei saw Shen Jinmo in another car through the car window.

"What did he come to your house for?" Lu Zhiwei asked Song Hanzheng.

Song Hanzheng drove the car into the courtyard of the Song family villa with one hand on the steering wheel: "He should be here to see my sister and the child in her belly. Even if he doesn't accept my sister, he has no choice but to accept the child in her belly."

Lu Zhiwei didn't ask any more questions.

Entering the Song family home with Song Hanzheng, Song Anran, who was waiting in the living room, had the servants prepare a sumptuous feast of fruit and lunch to welcome Lu Zhiwei.

Song's parents liked Lu Zhiwei very much, and when they learned that she had arrived, they quickly returned to the living room.

"Miss Lu, it's been a long time since I've seen you. I watched your design league live on TV, you were amazing, much better than that... that 'fish without oxygen' guy. That unreliable guy had the nerve to challenge you, he just humiliated himself." Mr. Song sat on the sofa and talked about the competition with great relish.

Lu Zhiwei stared at Song Anran, her smile carrying a particularly meaningful meaning: "Uncle, you flatter me."

Song Anran was taking a bite of an apple when her father's comparison made it so unpalatable that she spat it all out.

She tossed the apple into the trash can and said, "I'm going upstairs to rest. My belly is getting bigger and I'm feeling more and more tired, so I won't stay with you guys."

"This child is used to doing things his own way; I'm sorry Miss Lu had to see this," Mr. Song said to Lu Zhiwei with a smile.

“It’s alright, Uncle. I think An Ran is quite cute. I was also a homeless child when I was little, so I might have known An Ran since we were kids.” Lu Zhiwei gradually told Song Hanzheng the story she had made up for him.

"Oh? Such a coincidence?"

"Yes, last time at the Song family, I saw her childhood photo and it looked familiar. Sure enough, it was true."

"Then I'll go get some more photos of her when she was little, so you can take a good look." Mr. Song was a warm-hearted man, and he got up and went into the house to get the photo album.

Song's mother and the maid brought over a plate of fruit from the kitchen for Lu Zhiwei to enjoy.

Song Hanzheng agreed to Lu Zhiwei's request.

She served as his assistant for the entire morning, and he kept his word.

Arriving at Song Anran's bedroom door on the second floor, Song Hanzheng knocked cautiously: "Little sister, may I come in?"

Song Anran was playing soothing prenatal music in her room while using her phone.

Song Hanzheng placed a plate of fruit he had taken from the kitchen on the table: "Brother, I want to discuss something with you."

In order to hear what they were saying clearly, Song Hanzheng paused the music.

"What's up?"

"It's about the same thing as last time. Lu Zhiwei made a special trip to Jiangzhou for you this time, so why don't you give your brother some face, okay?"

Song Hanzheng held her shoulders with both hands, his eyes full of pleading.

This older brother had always been very accommodating to her, and this was the first time he had asked her to do something she resisted and didn't like.

Song Anran stared at his face.

"You like Lu Zhiwei too?" Song Anran asked him, clenching her fingers.

Song Hanzheng neither denied nor admitted it.

After a brief silence, Song Anran continued, "Since my brother loves me so much, I should indeed do something for him. We need to get a DNA test, right?"

"Yes, she said she wanted to compare your DNA with the DNA left at the police station by your childhood friend."

"Sure."

Song Anran readily agreed.

Song Hanzheng stared at her in disbelief.

I thought I'd have to coax and plead with her for a while, but to my surprise, she agreed so readily.

"You really agree?"

"It's just a single hair missing, is that so difficult?" Song Anran got up from the sofa in the room: "Let's go downstairs and pull it out in front of her, that will be more credible."

Song Anran took Song Hanzheng's hand and went downstairs.