Chapter 34 Paternity Test 99.99% (Double Chapter Combined)...

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Bian Xun's mental fortitude is indeed outstanding.

When 100 million yuan flowed out of his bank account, when the unbelievable truth rushed towards him, he didn't flinch. His back tensed, and he stared unblinkingly at the slightly old computer screen.

The photo album loads very slowly, so slowly that you can almost see time passing by.

Ning Zhitao slowly spat out another cherry pit.

Ning Ye was also inexplicably affected by the large mass of low pressure surrounding her, and nervously stared at the computer.

Bian Xun's serious demeanor, as if he were about to uncover some important business secret or open up a whole new world, aroused a strong sense of anticipation in her as well.

Finally, the loading page flashed with a faint light and slowly revealed the contents of the photo album.

At this moment, the scene in the main room is quite peculiar—a child is leisurely shaking his head, while two adults hold their breath, their eyes wide open, their faces simultaneously illuminated by fluorescent light.

"It's out!" Ning Ye saw something.

"Hmm." Bian Xun's voice was also tense.

This entire webpage is like a built-in photo album, with all photos automatically arranged by time.

However, when they looked closely, there were indeed photos in the album.

But there was only one.

The rest of the space was completely blank.

Bian Xun: "?"

incredible.

He closed his eyes, then opened them again.

It's not a hallucination, just one.

One hundred million tickets.

Bian Xun closed his eyes completely and passed away in that instant.

Just like the hundred million he gained and then lost.

It's certain that the person who set up this album is messing with him.

Ning Ye's face also showed a bit of astonishment. If a photo could be sold for ten thousand yuan, that would indeed be a very unscrupulous merchant!

But one is better than none! We should still open it and take a look.

Ning Ye moved the mouse and clicked on the photo. Bian Xun also opened his eyes at the same time and leaned closer to the table.

Like the system photos, this photo also displays the time it was taken at the top.

—Date: Year x Month x Day.

Ning Ye suddenly paused, Bian Xun's gaze faltered slightly, and the two of them simultaneously realized something, exchanging a glance—

This is today's date.

This photo album, from some unknown time and place, contained only photos from that day on the day they opened it.

Is it possible that this album is dynamic... only showing photos from the day after today as time goes on?

If that's the case, then of course Mini Grape isn't in the album yet.

Because she hasn't been born yet.

But in the future, we will most likely see mini grapes, tiny grapes, small grapes, and medium grapes.

Ning Ye looked at the photo album from the future with a hint of anticipation, pondered it carefully for a moment, and suddenly realized something.

The story begins after the child travels through time, and from then on everything changes, so theoretically, the future no longer exists.

If the photos in this album represent the future that "should have happened," a record of the original timeline...

That would involve a huge amount of information.

What happened to them on this day?

Ning Ye looked at the photo album again, while Bian Xun, who was next to her, stared at the only photo with an exorbitant price tag.

It was a photo of them holding hands.

The photo only showed the arms and hands of the two people, taken from a very masculine angle, and the technique was poor, like a quick, casual snapshot. But if you look closely at the sleeves and fingers, you can still tell that it is indeed the two of them.

Did they hold hands on this day originally?

Coincidentally, they did hold hands today.

Ning Ye found it a bit strange, but who took the photo? She wouldn't take such a photo, but it also didn't seem like something Bian Xun would take.

Bian Xun: "."

At one point when they held hands, he did have an urge to record it.

Six years later, it is very memorable.

so……

A cold breath slowly escaped from Bian Xun's thin lips.

In this photo album, which appears to document Ning Ye and her child's life, the password was set by him, and the photos are also related to him.

Did he set up this photo album himself?

He was certain he hadn't done it. Could it be his parallel universe self?

The situation suddenly shifted to the microscopic realm of the universe, to quantum mechanics. Bian Xun closed his eyes, a wave of anxiety washing over him.

Amidst the scorching heat of crashing waves, a cool ocean current slowly intertwines and coils between the veins.

His guess was likely not a case of bringing shame upon himself.

So what about them...?

Bian Xun opened his eyes, and Ning Ye was still staring at the photo of them holding hands, exploring the world and gaining knowledge.

The two huddled together in front of the laptop's small screen, very close. There was an unbelievable possibility that one final step was needed: a piece of evidence.

The anxiety in my heart is like a spark in my chest, a cautious expectation, and a bittersweet sense of relief, all fueled by the wind.

But he knew that at this point, there was no use in rushing.

Bian Xun lowered his eyes, looking at the bloodstain on his fingertip that had been pricked by the servant and was now almost healed—when it comes to making identifications, no one should be faster than the old man now.

wait.

Bian Xun raised his hand and pinched his forehead, his heart filled with anxiety, and his eyes burned with a dark fire that blazed at the child's mother, who seemed to know nothing yet knew everything.

How should I ask?

There's no way to ask.

If the absurd speculation is true, then it's even more unacceptable to ask.

In this anxious wait, Bian Xun dared not let his thoughts run wild and began to focus on what could calm him down most—

Then Ning Ye heard the man beside her speak indifferently after a long, cold contemplation.

"Next time you open it, you won't need to pay again, right?"

Bian Xun's expression was calm and rational.

If it's 100 million at a time, even the world's richest man would have to kneel down.

Ning Ye also worried, "I guess... we don't need to."

If this is the payment code set up by Bianxun in the future, given his future generosity, he should only charge protection money once and verify his identity, and then not charge again.

The president nodded, remained silent for a moment, stared at the photo of them holding hands, trying to distract himself from his anxiety.

"Can I get this money back?" the CEO asked.

If this threshold is meant to block strangers, now that the correct person has opened the album, is it possible for the money to be refunded to the original account?

Then his 100 million will be returned to him intact.

Ning Ye: "?"

Ning Ye was a little annoyed by him, but she still patiently said, "This is a privately created photo album, not an official platform for buying things outside, so there shouldn't be a way to get it back."

Bian Xun's brow twitched, and the burning anxiety in his heart reignited, beginning a new round of hidden worries.

If that's the case, if he really did all of this himself, then when Ning Ye transferred the money, shouldn't he have received it himself?

Where is his money?

He didn't receive it, could he have guessed wrong?

The dual pressures of money and blood ties made the president restless, but he remained calm and did not show it.

After a brief silence, Bian Xun breathed softly, "May this money be safe and sound."

Baby, come home.

Ning Ye: "..."

Ning Ye finally couldn't hold back any longer.

Is ten thousand yuan really worth it?

Ning Ye angrily confronted the unscrupulous capitalist; after all, she had still pocketed 5,000 yuan.

She certainly thought 10,000 yuan was expensive, but there was still a lot of unknown information ahead, and this photo album was related to her child after all. Even if she would have to pay another 10,000 yuan to open it next time, she was willing to grit her teeth and continue to bear the cost, splitting the bill with Bian Xun.

Besides, even if it was just to see what her child looked like from birth to age four, she felt the money was well spent.

Her monthly salary should be about the same as Bian Xun's per-second salary, and she didn't say anything!

"..."

Bian Xun's dark eyes were so deep that they were difficult to describe in Chinese.

He seemed to be meditating, taking two deep breaths as he tried to explain, "It's not about money... no, it is about money, but it's not just about money."

Ning Ye broke down, covered her ears and ran away, "I'll take it all out, I'll take it all out, okay!"

She grabbed the grapes and cherries and ran off.

Bian Xun tried to raise his hand, hesitated for a long time, and finally fell silent.

He was well aware that personal transfers, which are not investment activities, do not involve any leverage, a fact that had been proven long ago.

Even if she transfers 10,000, it will only change from 99,990,050 to the auspicious number 99,990,000.

One hundred million is gone.

But this album can't be completely meaningless.

Bian Xun's dark gaze returned to the date on the photo—if he really created this album himself, then he also put these photos in it himself.

Then by tomorrow, we'll be able to detect whether it truly follows the date and updates photos.

Because tomorrow night after midnight is Ning Ye's birthday.

It's impossible for this day to be without new photos.

On the other end.

Ning Ye rolled up two kinds of fruit and arrived at the boundless, tranquil place. She sat down and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As she spat out the pits with her child, she sorted out her thoughts.

This photo album is telling them in a special way what should have happened in a world without a plot—it's like a more detailed preview.

For Ning Ye at this moment, it may have one most important function.

It means being able to predict accurately...

The day the child was born.

Make a baby at a fixed time and place.

…

That night, everyone had their own thoughts on their minds.

But the next morning, Ning Ye's alarm clock still rang on time.

She stayed in the west wing of the courtyard with her child last night. She had something on her mind and didn't sleep well, but Tao Tao was very adaptable. When she woke up in the morning, she still hadn't slept enough and was swaying back and forth in her mother's arms.

Ning Ye helped the two of them wash up and then walked out of Bian Xun's courtyard.

The courtyard of the Bian family residence remained quiet, with only a few birds chirping as they perched on the bare branches. Today was the day the Bian family would offer winter clothes to their ancestors.

She led Tao Tao through the courtyard gate and they happened to run into a group of people.

At first glance, everyone was dressed neatly and appeared elegant and solemn on such a day. Although they were all dressed in dark clothes, they were all made up of expensive details from head to toe, and an aura of feudal old money was overwhelming.

These are the relatives of the Bian family, who returned to the old house one after another early in the morning to participate in the ancestral worship ceremony.

Ning Ye didn't recognize them; she had only seen Bian Yang at the front of the crowd before and knew he was Bian Xun's cousin.

When the Bian family members saw Ning Ye emerge from there, their eyes met—Bian Xun's private courtyard was a restricted area within the old mansion; no one else could enter at will, much less touch his belongings.

In the past, some children from the Bian family's collateral branches, being ignorant, would accidentally wander in. Even though the children were only a few years old, Bian Xun showed no mercy and threw them out of the mansion's gate, never to return.

And this girl, she and her child stayed overnight in a courtyard in Bianxun yesterday.

Her identity was self-evident and needed no introduction; everyone knew it. However, meeting her face-to-face was undeniably awkward.

The last time Wujiang Group's stock price fluctuated was because they heard that Bian Xun was having an affair, and they used this as leverage to demand that Old Master Bian relinquish power.

After a long period of turmoil, the main family managed to carve out a few scattered subsidiaries. Compared to the real power that Bian Xun held tightly in his hands, they could only get a small share.

They knew perfectly well that, besides Bian Xun being extremely power-hungry, exceptionally capable, and indifferent to family ties, he didn't care about them, his relatives, there was another important reason.

That is, Bian Xun is the real gem in the old man's heart.

The only son he raised was exceptionally talented, and he was raised by his side personally—even if he scolded him all day long, would he really weaken Bian Xun and give power to someone else?

Although on the surface the old man seemed to treat the younger generations of each family fairly, in reality everyone in this deep mansion knew the truth.

The process of searching is different.

As long as Bian Xun doesn't commit murder or arson, that house will always belong to him.

Without a doubt, if Bian Xun had a biological child, it would be the most precious treasure in Old Master Bian's heart, and he would probably love it dearly.

That's why they kept harping on Bian Xun's mistake of raising a child outside the family, because the opportunity was so rare—the Bian family used all their resources to investigate, and Old Master Bian confirmed that the child was not Bian Xun's, but Bian Xun insisted on raising the child outside the family.

The fact that the mother and daughter were allowed into the old house specifically during the ancestral worship ceremony speaks volumes about their intentions.

It was to give her a warning, to let her know that not just any child could get into the Bian family.

Therefore, even though Bian Xun was willing to raise the child, the Bian family members still didn't take it seriously.

The group's various gazes shifted from Ning Ye to Ning Zhitao.

Ning Ye frowned slightly.

These gazes weren't exactly malicious, but they were undoubtedly weighing Ning Zhitao, this little bundle of flesh, to see how many kilograms he could sell for.

She didn't like her child being looked at like that.

But at this moment, Ning Zhitao leaned against her mother's arm, yawning and dozing off, her round eyes wet, looking at the adults in front of her with little interest.

They didn't know her, but she knew them.

She can call this great-aunt and that great-uncle by name.

But Ning Zhitao's upbringing taught her:

I can do whatever I want in this big mansion!

So, she's really sleepy right now and doesn't want to pay attention to them.

…

The crowd indifferently withdrew their gazes. Several elders, mindful of their status, did not take the initiative to greet Ning Ye. Bian Yang, however, stepped forward from the crowd.

Bian Yang was the only one in the family who could still exchange a few words with his brother; the other relatives were indiscriminately shot upon arriving in Wujiang.

Although he didn't know if the child was his brother's, he knew Ning Ye.

Just from the fact that after all these years, she still walked out of his brother's private residence with such nonchalance, Bian Yang knew that their relationship was far from over.

His brother probably won't let it end either.

Bian Yang remained friendly, "Miss Ning, you're up so early to participate in the ancestral worship ceremony too?"

Ning Ye nodded slightly as a greeting, her voice clear and calm, "I'm going to work."

Bian Yang was taken aback: "Huh?"

Several elders from the surrounding family immediately showed some displeasure. It was already an honor for her to be able to enter the old house, yet they showed such disrespect.

Ning Ye calmly took Tao Tao's hand, "Then I'll take the child to school—excuse me."

Bian Yang choked up. In their social class, no one actually went to work every day. He just went to the company to show up every day and then did whatever he wanted. Holding a few shares was enough for him to get dividends and eat and drink.

The girl's porcelain-white profile under the eaves of the green tiles possessed a natural elegance.

She was poised and elegant, but her attitude was not friendly. Holding her own child, she naturally kept her distance from them.

Ning Ye was well aware that these people were not in the same social class as her.

She didn't think there was anything wrong with going to work and earning her own living. At least she didn't have to be as restrained and careful as they were, trying to curry favor with Old Master Bian and hoping to get a larger share of the inheritance.

The other members of the Bian family were not as mild-mannered as Bian Yang. It could be said that part of the reason they came here today was because they had figured out Old Master Bian's veiled instructions: to let this woman know that children of unknown origin could not be included in their Bian family genealogy.

A woman behind Bian Yang raised an eyebrow, about to say something, when she suddenly saw Bian Xun walking out of the courtyard wearing a coat.

Upon seeing the King of Hell's expression, everyone immediately fell silent.

Bian Xun frowned, but when he stepped over the threshold and saw that Ning Ye was still there, his brow relaxed a little.

He walked a few steps to her side and stood shoulder to shoulder.

He tossed and turned all night, pondering countless possibilities, and looked terrible.

Bian Yang, oblivious to the situation, flashed a smile and said, "Brother, you haven't been home in ages, why are you up so early?"

Bian Xun took Ning Ye's hand: "I'll take her to work."

Bian Yang choked up again, feeling utterly humiliated by the blatant display of affection. He really wanted to ask, "Have you two really been broken up for six years?"

The Bian family members all had different expressions.

Ning Ye simply doesn't like this atmosphere, whether it was six years ago or now.

She led the child out of the house, following behind with her eyes lowered.

I just hope that after today, the Bian family will pay less attention to the mother and daughter.

...

The two figures left the Bian family's old house.

At that moment, a hunched figure leaning on a cane slowly walked out of the front hall.

"Dad, what's wrong?!"

Why do you look so pale?

Everyone was shocked when they saw this and rushed forward.

Bian Yang quickly helped him up, "Grandpa, are you alright?!"

Grandpa Bian has always been dignified and vigorous. Despite his advanced age, he has white hair and a ruddy complexion. He also values ​​health preservation and feng shui, so his complexion has always been very good.

Today, however, he was trembling and leaning on a cane, his eyes were dark and cloudy, and he was barely clinging to life.

That night, some people also stayed up all night!

In the middle of the night, Mr. Bian called his assistant several times, at 3 a.m. and 6 a.m., repeatedly asking questions until the assistant finally broke down.

"Sir, their appraisal agency also needs to go off work and get some sleep!"

Grandpa Bian couldn't accept it and angrily slammed his fist on the bed, shouting, "Isn't anyone on duty at night?!"

The assistant also felt helpless about these closed-off, outdated facilities. "We sent our samples too late, and the facility was already closed. But the person in charge said that they would do the comparison for us as soon as the machine is turned on tomorrow."

What time does it open?

"We'll open at nine o'clock, and we'll definitely have the results today."

Grandpa Bian reluctantly accepted the answer.

But by the time they finished, it was already dawn.

For the elderly, staying up all night is a major taboo in maintaining health.

Old Master Bian stared at the backs of the "family of three" with a fierce look in his eyes.

It doesn't matter whether they're there during the day or not; the important thing is the ancestral worship dinner.

The paternity test report will be available no later than tonight.

Today, in front of his ancestors, he was determined to make Bian Xun, this unfilial descendant, wake up!

…

Ning Ye felt inexplicably restless during the day at work.

Tao Tao finally woke up after two kindergarten classes, and by noon she was fully awake. She sent messages to her mother on Xiaotiancai several times, asking if she could stay up late tonight.

Why do we stay up late?

Do children really value this ancestral worship activity?

Ning Ye could sense that Tao Tao had a faint expectation, but she couldn't figure out what she was expecting. She just said that she could stay up late, but not too late.

The child persisted, asking, "How late is considered late, Mom?"

Ning Ye thought for a moment, "Kid, 10 pm is considered staying up late."

Ning Zhitao began to sob in a melodious, rhythmic voice.

Ning Ye smiled and got up to get some water.

Jiang Xinghe arrived at the tea room a moment later, but handed her something, saying, "It's for the child to play with."

Ning Ye was taken aback. "Why are you suddenly buying a gift for the child?"

Jiang Xinghe explained with a smile, "This is an AI electronic chessboard. During the sports meet, the children will compete in simple chess games—I heard this when I went to the principal's office to discuss medical care support."

"Latest inside information about Xia Lu Kindergarten." Jiang Xing said seriously.

Ning Ye couldn't help but laugh, and remembered this favor, thinking of returning it to the other party at work.

"Thank you, Teacher Jiang. You are Tao Tao's greatest connection."

Jiang Xinghe smiled gently and said after the other party accepted the gift, "Happy birthday."

The way he gave her her birthday gift was the least inappropriate and easiest way he could think of to be accepted.

Ning Ye was taken aback. The child's birthday hadn't arrived yet.

Jiang Xinghe shook his head helplessly, "Your birthday is tomorrow."

Ning Ye was stunned for a moment before she suddenly realized what was going on.

Many details of daily life became clear at this point.

Recently, Ning Zhitao has been actively attending Little Crayon's extracurricular classes. Although judging from the paintings she brought home, her drawing skills haven't improved much, she's very enthusiastic and says she's determined to secretly complete a masterpiece!

At that moment, Ning Ye suddenly realized what the "secret mission" the child and teacher had been talking about was.

That's when I understood the excitement and anticipation that Tao Tao couldn't hide in her tone.

She wanted to stay up until midnight for her mother.

The unease that had been lingering in my heart was suddenly soothed by a small, chubby hand, which was covered in colorful crayon marks.

Ning Ye hadn't celebrated her birthday in many years, so she didn't remember at all.

She doesn't expect others to prepare anything for her.

But her children, who had traveled across the ocean and through time, started secretly celebrating for her a month or two in advance.

She returned to her workstation with her thermos cup in her hand.

A gentle warmth flowed from my heart to my fingertips.

Suddenly, Bian Xun's lowered dark eyes flashed before her eyes again, as if he had deliberately made sure she had free time for tonight—

ah.

It turns out that besides the children, there was another person who remembered.

The two of them, one big and one small, connected her together, and it felt like they had a "home".

…

Of course, after get off work, Ning Ye pretended not to know anything.

Pretend not to notice the child's overly bulging backpack, and also pretend not to notice the child's occasional stifled giggles while covering their mouth.

Ning Zhitao's solemn concealment of her immense excitement infected Ning Ye, who also occasionally smiled.

However, before the beautiful midnight, they were still picked up by the same old car and taken to the Bian family's old house.

The ancestral worship ceremony has been going on all day, and the banquet is being prepared.

Ning Zhitao is completely different now than she was this morning.

Especially because of the birthday celebration at midnight, she was particularly excited, her bright eyes sparkling. She was lively and energetic as she walked around the old Bian family house, which was completely out of place with the somber atmosphere of the surrounding memorial.

"Master, they've arrived."

The servant walked through the corridor and into the ancestral hall, whispering something to Old Master Bian.

Grandpa Bian sat upright in a rosewood armchair, his old eyes closed, holding a bead in his hand, without opening them.

"Where are you looking?"

"They've already entered the gate," the servant said.

"Hmm," said Grandpa Bian.

Bathed in the flickering candlelight, half of his body was red and half was yellow. He appeared calm and composed, but in reality, he had run out of ideas.

All the other members of the Bian family were also seated in the spacious ancestral hall. The seating arrangement was strictly based on lineage, blood ties, seniority, and age. The location alone was very particular.

Inside the hall are rows of jade tablets, which clearly record the origin and continuation of the Bian family, showcasing the extraordinary background of the Bian family's ancestors.

Everyone in the room kept their heads down in silence, not daring to utter a word.

If an outsider were to stumble upon this scene, they would be rendered immobile the moment they entered, for they would be facing not just a few people, but the gaze of countless heroic spirits from centuries past, an overwhelming and imposing aura—

When Ning Ye walked in with her child, she was indeed taken aback.

Her expression remained unchanged, but she was still stunned into silence by such a large-scale feudal event.

Bian Xun arrived at the same time.

He reached out and held her arm, his fingertips applying slight pressure, as if foreshadowing something.

The president pondered it for a whole day.

They forced seven meetings to distract themselves.

The top leaders of the Bian family consulted their ancestors and finally made it to this point.

At this moment, Bian Xun's eyes were as deep as the universe.

Whether quantum mechanics is truly essential or just wishful thinking leading to humiliation—the answer is almost here.

Ning Ye followed the forceful fingertips and looked up at him.

After just one day apart, Bian Xun's eyes were bloodshot, and his usually cool, dark eyes held a multitude of emotions that were hard to conceal.

Is he still upset about the 10,000 yuan he spent on the photo album?

Ning Ye was really afraid that he would become depressed.

Turning to look inside the ancestral hall, one sees several famous figures' heads hanging on a jade tablet—the kind of head that would definitely shock the entire internet if displayed outside.

The Bian family is an exceptionally distinguished and noble family, whose ancestors produced truly great figures, bringing blessings to their descendants like a silent glory.

At this moment, the distant candlelight and the courtyard structure cast shadows, and the dark mass of descendants and relatives disappeared into the air, creating a silent sense of oppression.

No wonder Grandpa Bian chose this time to give her a dressing down.

Our ancestors, whether still alive or enshrined on memorial tablets, those who bring glory to our family, are all here.

Anyone who steps through this door should think twice before doing so.

Ning Ye remained silent for a moment.

Adults, even after reaching adulthood, always hold a sense of awe for the unknown.

But children won't.

During the solemn ancestral worship ceremony, a child's voice rang out in confusion.

"Dad, what are they doing?"

Everyone in the room shuddered.

Bian Xun also shuddered.

Hearing "Dad" now evokes completely different feelings in him.

What used to be a weight he could easily lift with his hand now feels like a red-hot iron, heavy and scalding, requiring him to carry it on his shoulder.

Bian Xun took a deep breath and calmly said, "They're in a meeting."

Old Master Bian: "..."

Do you think this is a company?!

The people below naturally sensed the old man's dissatisfaction.

Bian Yang's family sat in a very front position. His father and Bian Xun's father were brothers, and he was Bian Xun's uncle. He was rather mediocre and incompetent, but his mother, who was Bian Xun's aunt, was very assertive. At this moment, she immediately received the old man's decree.

"Children need to be taught proper etiquette for different occasions. Parents need to be disciplined."

These words were, of course, directed at Ning Ye.

Children are not found by the search party, so their birth, upbringing, and upbringing are naturally unrelated to the search party.

The implication is that this child has no relation to the Bian family.

This is also the place that Grandpa Bian wants to bring Bian Xun back to his senses today.

Bian Xun frowned, and Ning Ye also looked calmly in the direction of the sound. However, before they could speak, Ning Zhitao, who was sitting next to them, was not afraid at all and started chattering.

"Who is speaking?"

Ning Zhitao's innocent big eyes couldn't meet the sea of ​​heads, so she looked at the most conspicuous old man in the main seat and asked, "Grandpa, why aren't you doing anything about her?"

Grandpa Bian was stunned.

This child, in their family's ancestral hall, in such a solemn place... is being questioned?

All the Bian family members below were also shocked.

Who is this kid?

Did they grow up being fed bear hearts and leopard gallbladders at home?

How dare they be so arrogant on someone else's turf?!

Ning Zhitao put her hands on her hips and hummed twice.

In the past, he would be very sad if she didn't call him "Grandpa".

This is Little Grape's revenge!

If he apologizes to her and her mother for what happened at the park last time, Ning Zhitao can still forgive him.

Grandpa Bian was stunned for a long time. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of the smile on Bian Xun's face. The subtle doting feeling was unprecedented, as if he had completely regarded this little girl as his own daughter!

Grandpa Bian's alarm bells went off instantly. He stood up, leaning on his cane, and faced Ning Zhitao with an imposing air.

The aunt who had spoken earlier chimed in again, "This child is really primitive, like a newborn calf that is not afraid of a tiger. It's a pity he came to the wrong place."

Ning Zhitao, however, seemed not to hear.

At the Bian family's old residence, she only spoke to people of equal status!

"Grandpa, why aren't you saying anything?"

The aunt was completely ignored by a four-year-old girl. She looked embarrassed but hoped that the result would come out soon, making the mother and daughter feel ashamed.

Grandpa Bian was also stunned by the questioning, but the other party was just a little kid who was only a fraction of his size. He calmed himself down and saw the steward rushing over with an urgent document outside the wooden window of the ancestral hall. The heavy weight in his heart was immediately lifted.

He looked at Ning Zhitao with a seemingly kind expression, but his words were cruel: "Little girl, is the person you're calling 'Dad' your father?"

Bian Xun squinted his eyes.

Ning Zhitao scratched her head in confusion: "Not my dad, is he your dad?"

Little Grape didn't mean to swear; she just thought her grandfather's question was strange!

Old Master Bian choked up, his body, which hadn't been getting enough rest for days, suddenly felt a surge of heat. Seeing that the urgent document was about to arrive, he simply raised his hand and clapped twice.

The most important ceremony of ancestor worship has arrived, and all members of the Bian family listed in the family genealogy must take turns to offer incense and flowers to their ancestors.

As the eldest grandson of the eldest son, Bian Xun was required to be the first to offer incense, but the mother and daughter beside him did not have this privilege.

This is the chasm between them.

Bian Xun remained motionless, still standing beside Ning Ye and Ning Zhi Tao.

Grandpa Bian smiled gently at Ning Zhitao, "Little girl, you are very cute, but unfortunately, your father is not your father."

Ning Zhitao's cheeks became rounder.

She was angry.

She was really angry this time.

Her two chubby little legs thrashed about, and she stamped her feet in frustration. Tears welled up in her eyes from anger at those words. "I will never forgive you this time!"

Ning Ye immediately gripped the child's hand tightly, "Let's leave right away."

The servants, carrying incense burners and flower stands, began to file in. At the same time, the old butler finally handed the urgent document to Old Master Bian, panting heavily.

Bian Xun had all his patience waiting for the final moment; his expression changed, and his heart began to race.

--"Ha ha ha ha!"

Grandpa Bian has been waiting for a long time!

He was practically hanging on by a thread, and he couldn't wait to open the outer cover of the paternity test report.

But in the blink of an eye, he suddenly fixed his gaze on one of the potted plants that had been moved to the ancestral hall.

Old Master Bian's eyes flashed with anger. "Tie Haitang, who made this choice?!"

Bian Xun raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose, and the side of his neck began to turn red.

But at this point, can we open the report first?

Old Master Bian, however, spoke sternly: "Withdraw! Quickly!"

"Bian Xun is allergic to iron crabapple! When he was four or five years old, he almost had an anaphylactic shock and fainted after smelling it! We need to move him out of here!"

Few people know about this because the allergen is rare, and apart from Bian Xun and his father, no one in the family is allergic to it.

The servants hurriedly and in a panic removed the potted iron begonias, and only then did Old Master Bian open the appraisal report with peace of mind.

But just then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw something limp and fall down.

Ning Zhitao's breathing became rapid, her cheeks flushed, and she suddenly developed the same allergic symptoms as Bian Xun.

Old Master Bian's heart suddenly skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

The people inside the hall also vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

etc……

no……? ? ?

Bian Xun's hands were cold the moment she caught the child.

No need to look anymore.

He picked up the child with one hand, letting her little head rest on his shoulder, and took Ning Ye's hand, who was anxiously calling the child's name, with the other hand, and strode out of the ancestral hall.

At the same time, Grandpa Bian finally opened the report in a daze.

Ning Zhitao and Bian Xun —

Support parent-child relationships.

99.99%.

Old Master Bian collapsed onto the ground in front of his ancestors.

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Author's Note: Ahhh, I wrote this all in one go! I'm late, but chubby, let's celebrate with 166 red envelopes today!!!

See you tomorrow afternoon!