When Pan Ranyue heard the blood test proposal, a trace of guilt flashed in her eyes, and her face was full of resistance and reluctance.
At this time, she was full of resistance to the blood test. After all, she knew the truth very well, so how could she be willing to let her son have a blood test?
But at this moment, it seemed that the situation had developed to a point where it could not be reversed, completely beyond her control and rejection, and was no longer something she could refuse.
Meng Zigao, who was standing aside, had a flickering look in his eyes, revealing a complex emotion.
He kept his head down so that people could see his expression clearly, but his hands, with veins bulging from clenching his fists tightly in his sleeves, completely betrayed his pretended calmness.
At this time, a servant came forward and skillfully scooped up clean water from the basin one by one, poured it into five bowls, and placed them neatly in order.
Father Li was the first to break the silence and said, "To convince you, let me go first! Tingxue, come with me and try it. This way, everyone here can see clearly whether we have deceived him or not."
As soon as he finished speaking, Father Li picked up a sharp dagger without hesitation and gently cut a small cut on his index finger.
In an instant, bright red blood quickly dripped into the two bowls in front of him.
Li Tingxue looked at the scene in front of her. She frowned slightly for fear of pain, but still picked up the slender silver needle and gently pricked her fingertip.
The needle tip instantly pierced the skin, and with a strong squeeze, two drops of bright red blood flowed out of the needle hole and slowly dripped into the two bowls.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the two bowls, waiting with bated breath to see what would happen next. Time seemed to stand still and pass by extremely slowly.
Finally, everyone was surprised to find that the two drops of blood, which had originally been independent, gradually moved closer to each other and merged together...
Father Li laughed heartily, his face full of pride, and said in a loud voice, "Well, Meng Yuheng, now you finally believe that I didn't lie to you, right? If you still don't believe it, then come and try it yourself!"
As he spoke, the sharp dagger had been wiped clean and someone handed it to Meng Yuheng.
At this time, Meng Yuheng's heart was full of doubt and unwillingness. He was determined to prove that what Li's father said was all lies, so he took the dagger without hesitation, gripped the handle tightly, and gently scratched his fingers.
In an instant, he felt a sharp pain, but he didn't care about it. He watched the blood flow out from the wound, drops of blood falling into the bowl. Father Li dripped blood into the bowl again.
However, something unexpected happened - when Meng Yuheng's blood dripped into the bowl, the blood did not merge like Li's father and Li Tingxue's blood did just now. Instead, it did not merge with Li's father's blood.
Seeing this, Father Li laughed so hard that he fell backwards, his laughter echoing throughout the room:
"Hahaha... see? I told you you're not my offspring at all. You're not my offspring. Now the facts are before my eyes, you can't help but believe it!
Look at this blood, it doesn't lie, otherwise why can't yours and mine blend together?"
Meng Yuheng stared in disbelief. He took a step back and saw his mother Pan Ranyue beside him. He grabbed her arm, picked up a dagger and cut her hand.
Meng Yuheng's eyes widened in disbelief, and he involuntarily took a step back. In his panic, he caught a glimpse of his biological mother, Pan Ranyue, standing beside him, and it was like he had grabbed a lifeline.
He suddenly reached out and grabbed her arm, then raised the dagger in his hand again and mercilessly cut a deep gash on the back of her hand.
In an instant, Pan Ranyue screamed "Ah" and cried out in pain. It hurt so much. Such a deep wound would definitely leave a scar. She didn't expect her son to be so crazy.
But Meng Yuheng seemed not to hear and just stared at the blood dripping into the bowl.
However, the scene that appeared next completely shocked him - he saw that Pan Ranyue's blood quickly merged with the blood he had just dripped into the bowl, without any hindrance.
At this moment, Meng Yuheng felt dizzy, as if the whole world had become absurd.
He muttered to himself, "No... Impossible... This can't be true... You are all lying to me... There must be something wrong..."
"I am your son. I absolutely cannot be the son of that lowly merchant Meng Zigao! My father is an upright fourth-rank official. How could he be associated with that money-grubbing businessman?"
Meng Yuheng shook his head desperately and roared at the top of his lungs, obviously devastated by the facts.
At this time, Li's father's face was as gloomy as water. After looking coldly at the emotional Meng Yuheng, he calmly winked at the housekeeper beside him.
The housekeeper understood what was meant immediately, and with a wave of his hand, he rushed over with several servants and dragged Meng Zigao, who had been hiding his head and dared not say a word, in front of everyone.
"If you still refuse to believe this ironclad fact, how about you two, father and son, recognize each other in public again?
This will also allow everyone to see clearly who is the true blood relative." Father Li said with a forced smile.
He just wanted to prove his innocence in front of his wife and couldn't let them throw dirty water on him anymore.
When Meng Zigao was pulled in front of the crowd, he panicked. He waved his hands and shook his head in fear, muttering:
"No... no, no, you can't do this, he... is not... my son at all,... Lord Li, you misunderstood, no, Yuheng is indeed your biological son, right?
You must believe that Madam Yue Ran is deeply in love with you. How could a woman who loves you so loyally and unwaveringly like her possibly give birth to a child with me..."
"Haha! You'll know soon, right?"
Meng Zigao was extremely anxious at this moment. He tried his best to break free from the servants who were holding him down, but he was outnumbered and no matter how hard he struggled, it was useless.
At this moment, his usual honest and simple personality could no longer be maintained, and he revealed a ferocious face.
Meng Zigao was shouting loudly and excitedly, muttering: Meng Yuheng is not his son at all, he is Li Fu's biological son and so on...
Father Li, who was sitting beside him, frowned and looked impatient. He glared at Meng Zigao fiercely, snorted coldly, and scolded:
"Shut up! Shut that stinky mouth of yours! Butler, what are you still dawdling about? Can you be quicker? It's still too noisy, let him quiet down!"
When the butler heard the master's order, he didn't care about anything else and just cut his wrist. The blood dripped down his wrist into two bowls.
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