Chapter 95 We're going to meet.
The hospital is filled with the smell of disinfectant all the time. Even though the smell has been reduced a lot after treatment, it is still very uncomfortable for some people.
Loya doesn't come to the hospital often, so she's having some trouble adjusting. After handing the hair that had gotten stuck in the bag to the doctor and giving him some brief instructions, she left for the time being.
After all, it always takes time to get results, and she can't wait here all the time during that long period.
She had only taken a few steps out of the hospital, and before she could even breathe in the fresh air, she heard a hoarse, pleasant male voice with a faint smile: "Isn't this Miss Luo? It's a pleasure to meet you."
Upon hearing the voice, Luo Ya stiffened slightly, turned her head to look at the source of the sound, and saw a young man.
He looked to be no more than twenty years old, with delicate and handsome features. He wore gold-rimmed glasses, had a beauty mark at the corner of his eye, and a perfectly measured smile on his lips. He was extremely polite and gentlemanly, yet he could easily evoke the idiom "a beast in human clothing."
This is Duan Yi, the head of the Duan family, one of the three major families. She is rumored to be a young, beautiful, ruthless, and cunning woman.
Luo Ya composed herself, smiled slightly, and replied politely, "I didn't expect to meet Patriarch Duan here. I should be the one saying it's a pleasure to meet you."
"Not at all, Miss Luo, you're too kind." Duan Yi's sexy thin lips were slightly pursed into a straight line, with a slight upward curve. His eyes were curved when he smiled, but the corners of his eyes were slightly upturned, especially with the beauty mark at the corner of his eye, making him exceptionally alluring.
Duan Yi became the head of the Duan family at a young age, which must mean he has extraordinary abilities.
This man can always wear a smile, making people feel like they're basking in a spring breeze, but only those who know him well know how much blood is on his hands and how many corpses he has stepped over to reach his current high position.
His eyes were exceptionally deep, and when he smiled, they seemed to be filled with stars and the sea, incredibly beautiful, yet also exceptionally mysterious, like a vast and boundless universe, making it impossible for anyone to understand what he was thinking.
Luo Ya didn't want to have much to do with this person. After all, many years ago, the three families had a lot of messy grudges behind the scenes, and whether or not some of them involved murder... After so many years, it's impossible to know for sure.
"Did you come to the hospital because you're not feeling well, Miss?" Duan Yi looked at her with a smile, like a polite gentleman, and gently pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses.
"Hmm, a little, but it's nothing serious." Luo Ya smiled lightly, changing the subject that was still on her mind, and said with a smile, "But the Duan family head, who is usually so busy with affairs of state, how did he have the opportunity to come to this hospital? I wonder what brought him here today."
"Not at all," Duan Yi smiled slightly, maintaining his demeanor as always, gentle and refined, with an indescribable air of nobility in every gesture. He said with a smile, "I haven't been feeling well lately, so I came to the hospital to get checked out. I didn't expect to run into you."
Luo Ya, like him, kept a smile on her face and said with a smile, "Master Duan, you are too modest. If you are not feeling well, you can have your family doctor take a look. Why come all the way to the hospital? It's too much trouble for you."
Although Luo Ya didn't care about his physical condition, she didn't like his way of speaking, which was to say one thing to one person and another to another. Since he came to the hospital, he must have something else to do, and it couldn't just be because he was feeling unwell.
Duan Yi seemed not to hear her sarcastic words and continued to laugh, saying, "Young people should exercise more and run around more."
"Really? You've worked hard." Luo Ya smiled, not intending to say anything more to him. "I have something to do today, so I'll be leaving now."
Duan Yi didn't say anything more, just smiled and nodded to see her off. As she gradually walked out of the hospital and her figure began to blur, he suddenly narrowed his eyes and his smile deepened.
He squinted and looked towards a certain spot in the hospital—the place where Luo Ya had come out not long ago, and he remembered it.
"Because you're not feeling well?" Duan Yi smiled knowingly, seemingly lost in thought. He touched his chin, glanced at the hospital again, and said, "This illness is really something..."
DNA?
That's really interesting.
Duan Yi didn't rush to do anything. Suddenly, he smiled and looked in one direction. Immediately, a tall man came to his side respectfully and called out, "Young Master."
They should have addressed him as "Patriarch," but Duan Yi smiled and said that it didn't sound right. So many people around him still habitually called him "Young Master," and Duan Yi didn't mind.
"Hmm," Duan Yi half-closed his captivating peach blossom eyes, gently licked the corner of his mouth, smiled enigmatically, and glanced at the person beside him, "Did you see Miss Luo coming out of the hospital just now?"
The attendant nodded: "Yes, I see. Young Master thinks..."
He paused for a moment, not saying it directly, but he knew Duan Yi would understand. After all, when others hadn't figured things out, he always habitually went through them in his mind before bringing them up with others.
"What do you think?" Duan Yi looked at him amusedly and said casually in a conversational tone, "Do you think that Miss Luo might have doubts about her own identity, her brother's identity, or even her mother and father's blood ties, and that a fake bloodline drama about a wealthy family is about to unfold?"
The tall, imposing man beside him had a serious expression. He was used to the man's calm tone and joking manner, and for a moment he didn't know what the man was thinking. He could only say softly, "This subordinate dares not."
"What's there to be afraid of?" Duan Yi said with a half-smile, "Miss Luo secretly came to the hospital to have her DNA tested. If it were me, I would also think so. However... we should still consider other possibilities to avoid making a mistake."
The man was patted on the shoulder a few times and replied softly, "Young Master is right."
"I'll leave the rest to you." Duan Yi chuckled softly, his eyes unusually deep, seemingly containing a smile, yet like a still, lifeless sea. "Ayang, do you know how to handle this?"
The man's name was Jiang Yang. He had followed Duan Yi for many years and was loyal to him. He was a man of his word. However, after so many years together, he still couldn't see what was really going on in the heart of this man who always smiled and whose eyes were curved.
Jiang Yang was slightly taken aback. After a long silence, he spoke respectfully, "I humbly request your guidance, Young Master."
"Do I really need to explain this to you?" Duan Yi's smile deepened, looking at him with a hint of amusement. Suddenly, she leaned close to his ear and whispered with a smile, "You've been by my side for so many years, how can you not even handle something this simple? What are we going to do then?"
Jiang Yang felt a warm breath on his ear and instinctively wanted to back away to create distance between them. However, the faint fragrance emanating from Duan Yi wafted into his nostrils, making him momentarily distracted and causing him to stand stiffly in place.
Duan Yi seemed oblivious to his strange behavior, then whispered a few words in his ear before smiling and taking a step forward. However, after only a few steps, his body suddenly swayed.
Jiang Yang was taken aback and quickly supported him from behind: "Young Master!"
"It's nothing, I haven't been resting well lately, I'm a little tired." Duan Yi rubbed his temples, his delicate face was a little pale, and he smiled faintly, "I've had too much going on lately."
Jiang Yang looked at his pale face and felt a sharp pain in her heart. Then, feeling the body that he was holding in his arms, she noticed how surprisingly thin it was, and she could smell an intoxicating fragrance...
"Then go back and rest more, your health is the most important thing..." Jiang Yang said softly beside him. Because of the action of supporting the other person from behind, she seemed to be able to see Duan Yi's slender waistline. Her eyes drifted slightly. "As for other things, we can deal with them slowly, there's no rush."
Duan Yi pushed him away, straightened his back, straightened his clothes, and smiled: "I know what I'm doing. Don't forget what I just told you."
Jiang Yang replied, "Your subordinate would not dare to forget."
"Hey, you're so dry." Duan Yi smiled helplessly, lightly tracing his face with his fingers, and teased him with a half-smile, "You're really boring."
Jiang Yang remained silent and obediently accepted his assessment.
Rong's mother's health is inconsistent, and her emotions can sometimes affect her condition. Currently, her physical discomfort is caused by emotional instability and lack of sleep.
When Rong Lan came to keep her company, her mood improved significantly. They strolled together in the garden, chatting idly, and the atmosphere was very harmonious and pleasant.
"Don't think about so many things anymore, your health is the most important thing." Rong Lan took her hand and walked slowly with her until they finally sat down on a chair in the garden.
Wearing a black dress, Rong's mother exuded an air of nobility and elegance. Even though the years had begun to leave their mark on her face, one could still see the unparalleled beauty she had possessed in her youth.
"I'm fine, it's just an old ailment." Rong's mother smiled, looking at Rong Lan with kindness, and scanned him over again. Seeing that he was alright, she felt relieved.
“I recently had a dream,” Mrs. Rong sighed softly, her gaze deep and tinged with sadness. She tried to force a smile, but the corners of her mouth turned up in a bitter way. “I dreamt about your brother…”
Rong Lan was slightly taken aback, pursed her lips, and remained silent. She gently patted her hand, wanting to comfort her, but didn't know what to say.
Rong's mother gazed wistfully into the distance, her voice tinged with sorrow: "I dreamt that he was still alive and well, growing up in a place we didn't know... I also dreamt that your brother was coming to see us, that we'd meet soon..."
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