Su Yan: "By the way, what did you want to talk to me about?"

Yi An smiled dismissively: "Oh, I just wanted to ask if you and Hanhan are alright."

Seeing that Su Yan was out of sorts, he couldn't help but tell her, "Delay the money thing for now, don't give it to her. Delay it as long as you can."

Su Yan shook her head dejectedly, "There's no time to delay. The remaining money needs to be transferred to her by tomorrow afternoon at the latest."

She helplessly covered her face, not knowing what to do.

Yi An was also stunned. He stared for a while and then instructed, "Even if time is so tight, try your best to stall for time. I will try my best to find a way."

After comforting Su Yan, he left her house, looking somewhat lost and dejected.

The key issue now is no longer proving whether Feng Lin was pregnant or not. He must find compelling evidence by tomorrow afternoon to prove that Bao Han is not Su Yan's son.

Only in this way can he resolve this crisis. But what method can he use to prove it?

Yi An was racking his brains when he suddenly froze, as if he had just realized something.

He turned around, grabbed the phone next to him, and hurriedly dialed a number.

"Hello, it's me."

"I'd like to ask if the two samples I sent have been tested?"

Yi'an received an affirmative answer, and she immediately became even more nervous.

When will the test results be available?

"Oh, it has to be tomorrow. Can you confirm you can be out by tomorrow afternoon? I'm in a hurry."

"Okay, I'll come up to you tomorrow to get the test report."

Yi An had this on her mind and couldn't sleep well all night. She kept thinking about it over and over, and even dreamed about the test report.

As soon as his phone alarm rang, he sprang to his feet, got up, and rushed off to his destination without even having time to eat.

As a result, he arrived too early, and the other person's results hadn't come out yet.

Yi An could only wait anxiously outside, while Su Yan had already gotten up.

She sat blankly on the bed, her eyes glazed over, seemingly lost in thought. She didn't even notice Su Xiaoyu approaching.

Su Xiaoyu nudged her and whispered, "Mom."

Su Yan then woke up with a start, turning her head to look at her in a daze, "Xiaoyu, you're up? Mom will cook now and take you to school."

Su Xiaoyu sat at the dining table, looking at the burnt fried egg on the plate in front of her, and couldn't help but frown.

Su Yan was still lost in thought in the kitchen, even forgetting the soup on the stove.

After going through countless hardships and a whole morning of fuss, Su Yan finally managed to get Su Xiaoyu safely to kindergarten. Sitting in the car, she felt even more irritable.

She looked at the constant urging text messages Feng Lin had sent her on her phone, stepped on the gas, and followed the navigation to the nearby bank.

Meanwhile, Yi An grew increasingly anxious, fidgeting with fear that Su Yan had transferred the money to Feng Lin, and kept checking the time.

"The results are in!"

The testing personnel hurriedly came out with the form in hand.

Yi An jumped up, rushed over, and snatched the order.

He quickly scanned the incomprehensible data, his gaze immediately shifting to the end. When he saw the result, he was completely stunned.

"They...they..."

Yi'an stammered and couldn't speak. She looked up at the testing personnel anxiously, seeking an answer.

"Are you sure the result is correct?"

"The result will not be wrong."

Yi An clutched the paper tightly, unsure what expression to make. He walked out step by step and called Su Yan.

At the bank counter, the teller asked again, "Are you sure you want to transfer 400,000 RMB to Ms. Feng Lin? If you are sure, please click the 'Confirm' button on the screen."

The amount was so large that even the sales assistants couldn't help but ask repeatedly.

Su Yan slowly turned her gaze to the screen, looking at the transfer information of 400,000 yuan, and reached out to confirm without any hesitation.

Just then, her phone rang in her bag.

Su Yan hesitated for a moment, then slowly withdrew her outstretched hand. She turned her head, took out her phone, saw the name Yi An flashing on the screen, and immediately answered the call.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

Yi An asked anxiously, "Did you transfer the money to her?"

Su Yan answered truthfully, "No, I was just about to get it done."

Yi An breathed a sigh of relief and slumped into the car seat.

"Stop hitting him, Hanhan is not your son."

Su Yan's hand, which was holding the phone, slipped from her grasp. "What did you say?"

Yi An didn't explain further, but simply asked, "Where are you? I'm coming to find you."

Su Yan hung up the phone and said directly to the saleswoman, "I'm not transferring this money."

She took her bank card, ignoring her constantly ringing phone, and walked out of the bank to wait for Yi'an at the intersection.

Fifteen minutes later, Yi An's car stopped in front of her.

Su Yan opened the car door, sat in the passenger seat, and got straight to the point without saying a word.

"You say Hanhan isn't my son, what's your proof?"

"The evidence is here." Yi An pulled the paternity test report from the file folder and handed it to Su Yan. "Take a look for yourself."

Su Yan's hands trembled slightly as she took the report. She forced herself to suppress her turbulent emotions and carefully read every word on the report.

She was afraid that if she missed even a single word, she wouldn't be able to understand the report.

When her gaze fell on the sentence, "The probability of not being related by blood is 99.9 percent," she trembled uncontrollably.

Her eyelashes fluttered rapidly twice, and her face showed undisguised disbelief.

How could this happen?

Her words seemed to be directed at Yi An, but also at herself.

Yi An pursed her lips and recounted everything she had investigated.

“I started to suspect Bao Han’s identity after Xiao Yu’s birthday party, so I took a sample to get tested. To verify the accuracy of the answer, I went to Feng Lin’s old high school and learned that she dropped out of school because she was pregnant.”

Su Yan's eyelashes fluttered, and she had already figured out what he meant by his words.

"You mean Hanhan is neither my son nor Feng Xiuqin's son, but actually Feng Lin's son?!"

Su Yan found this conclusion hard to accept, but Yi An nodded solemnly.

"This is the only answer I can deduce based on the information I have so far."

Su Yan clutched the paternity test report tightly, lost in deep thought.

"This was not a coincidence; it was premeditated."

Although Yi'an also thought so, hearing her so certain words, she realized that she might have learned some information.

Why do you say that?

Su Yan pieced together the jumbled information in her mind, as if the conspiracy had been largely revealed.