Xiang Jin's hands trembled slightly as she took the materials.
She stopped what she was doing, took a couple of deep breaths, and after calming down a bit, she slowly opened the report.
The report was long and detailed, but it was filled with characters she couldn't quite understand. She slowly flipped through the pages until she reached the last page, her gaze fixed on the bolded line. She read it very carefully, as if afraid of missing a decimal point and misunderstanding the conclusion, but she didn't.
The report meant exactly what she had guessed.
Conclusion: In summary, the two samples have a 99.99% genetic similarity, consistent with the characteristics of a parent-child relationship.
She is Xiang Deming's biological daughter.
She is the biological daughter of Xiang Deming and Jiang Anqing!
Sure enough, she lied to her; she concealed the truth about her background!
This explains why she went to great lengths to get her adopted by the Xiang family; she wanted her to be recognized as a member of the clan, even at the cost of wasting her own life!
So what about Xiang Deming? Does he know? Does he know that she is his daughter? If he knows the whole truth and still condones Li Shuhui and Xiang Qi bullying her like this, then he is simply unworthy of being a father.
If he didn't know, it meant Jiang Anqing had also deceived him. What was his relationship with Jiang Anqing? Was it a secret lover, an ex-girlfriend, or something else? Jiang Anqing was openly staying at the Xiang family's house, how could Xiang Deming not recognize him? Or was he in cahoots with Jiang Anqing, playing a game of cat and mouse with Li Shuhui?
Xiang Jin gripped the report tightly in her hand, her mind a jumbled mess.
She would rather believe that her biological father died in a car accident than accept this reality.
After all, Xiang Deming was partly responsible for the abuse, violence, and injustice she suffered from as a child; it was her biological father who caused her misfortune.
Despite sharing the same status as Xiang Qi—both being genuine heiresses of the Xiang family and enviable members of a wealthy family—their experiences were worlds apart. She lived in hell, while Xiang Qi lived in heaven.
One is glamorous and bright, the other is dark and foul.
She couldn't accept this reality.
She can't.
She was going to ask them what had happened, she wanted an answer, she wanted the truth!
As soon as she stepped out of the office, she bumped into a familiar embrace. Xiang Jin looked up and saw Murong Xiao's worried eyes. She said softly, "I'm fine," and then pushed him away and walked straight to the ward.
Murong Xiao called her name, but she ignored him; he reached out to pull her, but she shook him off.
She walked very fast, in a hurry and haste, completely lacking her usual calm and composure.
Until we arrived at the ward.
"Your family is back. The caregiver took your mother to get a checkup and she won't be back for about an hour." The nurse filled out the form and turned to leave.
"Come with me." Afraid that she would break free again, Murong Xiao held her wrist and led her to the suite next door.
He first asked her what had happened, and when Xiang Jin remained silent, he took the report from her hand and began to read it.
"This is a parentage report for whom." The report did not include any names.
"It's me and Xiang Deming." Xiang Jin's voice was a little hoarse.
Almost instantly, Murong Xiao understood everything. He cursed under his breath, calling her a bastard, and then pulled her into his arms.
Upon smelling the familiar scent, her stiff body slowly relaxed, and her eyes gradually welled up with tears as she thought of the grievances and injustices she had suffered over the years.
"Cry if you want to. These things aren't your fault." Murong Xiao clenched his fists. Although he comforted her like this, he felt immense hatred in his heart. He knew what she had been through, which made this outcome even more unbelievable.
She was the daughter of the Xiang family, and although she lived in her own home, she was treated worse than a dog.
She is Xiang Deming's daughter. Her biological father is right in front of her, yet she aids and abets evil and turns a blind eye to abuse and injustice.
And then there's Jiang Anqing, who, even knowing that Xiang Jin is his daughter and that his daughter has suffered so much injustice, still calmly hides the truth and refuses to tell her anything...
Her biological parents did not love her fully, and may not have loved her at all.
They had their own calculations and considerations, but not one of them put themselves in her shoes.
Thinking of this, Murong Xiao's eyes grew colder and colder.
"No need, I won't cry, it's not worth it." Xiang Jin held back the tears in her eyes, her fox-like eyes now only filled with coldness.
Having gone through so much along the way, she is no longer the Xiang Jin she once was, nor is she a soft persimmon that everyone can manipulate.
She will say no to all injustice and favoritism, even if they are her biological parents.
"Were you just about to question Jiang Anqing? Have you thought it over? Are you still going?" Murong Xiao handed her the report.
Xiang Jin thought for a moment, shook her head, calmly and composedly took the report in her hand, tore it to shreds, and then threw it into the trash can.
"I will find a way to cure her, as a way of repaying her for giving me life." She had just thought it through carefully, and judging from all the previous signs, Xiang Deming should not know the truth, so the main problem still lies with Jiang Anqing.
Why doesn't Jiang Anqing tell Xiang Deming her true identity?
What unspeakable secret is she hiding?
What unspeakable secret made her willing to sacrifice her daughter's life to keep it a secret forever?
She really wanted to ask her, but reason brought her back to reality. Jiang Anqing had just undergone surgery and was already weak; she couldn't withstand too much of a blow at this time. Even though she was unwilling, she didn't want to do something she would regret.
Moreover, the direct cause of her poor health was also because of her.
So she has to swallow her anger for now, and she will investigate the reason slowly until the truth comes out.
Seeing that she was gradually calming down, Murong Xiao's expression relaxed slightly. He gently stroked her and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes: "Have you thought it through? Have you decided to do this?"
Xiang Jin nodded.
"I will find the best specialist for you and cure her. As for what you want to do after that, that's up to you."
Xiang Jin nodded, a strange light flashing in her eyes: "Murong Xiao, thank you."
Given his domineering and assertive nature, she thought he would argue with her, demand a result and the truth at all costs, and escalate the situation to an irreparable point. But to her surprise, he chose to respect her and give her enough space to handle things.
Lately, he has become somewhat unlike himself.
It made her heart flutter even more.
………………
For the next few days, Xiang Jin remained somewhat silent.
Jiang Anqing's condition improved day by day, and her complexion also improved, but she often looked at Xiang Jin with worry, and even her appetite became a little worse. She asked Murong Xiao if Xiang Jin was feeling unwell, if she had encountered some troubles, and why she had become much quieter lately.
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