Shanghai Military Region.
"Huang Bing, who is the biological father of the child?"
This was the tenth time Huang Bing had heard this question today. Every person who came in to interrogate her was different, but everyone mentioned this question over and over again.
They care more about who the father of the child is than she, the mother, does.
She suddenly raised her eyes and looked at the other person, with no expression on her face, "I told you, the father of the child is Tao Jialin."
"Even if you come and ask me ten thousand times, I will still have this answer."
Huang Bing was running out of strength, his vision was swaying, and he simply closed his eyes and fell to the ground.
With the chaotic sounds in her ears, she fell into a deep sleep with peace of mind.
She was really too tired.
Why doesn’t anyone believe that the child is Tao Jialin’s?
In the interrogation room next door, Huang Qi burst into tears after hearing the charges against him, "Qi Zhi, I really didn't lie."
"My daughter is pregnant with the child of that man named Tao."
"How do you know it's Tao Zhi's?"
"My daughter said so."
"If the child's surname is not Tao, why did she come all the way to Shanghai to look for family members with the surname Tao?" Huang Qi responded confidently, without any doubt about the identity of his grandson's father.
He was a catering tycoon in Guangzhou. She had seen Cantonese restaurants there several times when she had been in the city before, but she had only taken a few glances from the outside and had never had the chance to go in and consume.
It's a pity that her daughter was not lucky. It was not easy for her to find a rich man, but he died.
Not only did I not make a penny, but I also got a burden.
If the relatives of the Tao family are unwilling to give money, she will definitely not want the child. Who in an ordinary family can afford to raise a sick child?
Huang Qi doesn’t even know the details, let alone Brother Huang Bing.
The matter was stuck in a dilemma until someone from the Shanghai Public Security Bureau who went to Yangcheng to investigate sent back a piece of news that the photo provided by Huang Bing was originally a photo of Tao Jialin and his wife, and the staff at the photo studio had arbitrarily replaced Sang Feiyu's parents' portrait with Huang Bing's. The photo studio also had the negatives, and Huang Bing had already obtained the original photo.
That An is already on his way back to Shanghai and is expected to arrive tomorrow.
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When Huang Bing woke up, he found himself in the hospital with a nutrient solution still hanging on his hand.
"Huang Qizhi, you are finally awake."
Huang Bing couldn't help but ask, "How long have I slept?"
"I have slept from yesterday evening until now. It is already noon."
"Tell me, why don't you take care of your body?"
"You just gave birth to a baby not long ago, you need to eat more to replenish your body, you can't eat so little, otherwise you won't get enough nutrition and you will suffer from confinement diseases."
Huang Bing knew that the baby needed to eat more after giving birth, but she had no money.
My mother and my eldest brother didn't have much money when they came to Shanghai. They only had a little food to eat every day. She had no milk, and the child could only drink rice soup.
When she mentioned the child, she looked around subconsciously, "Where is my child?"
"Your child is in a very bad condition and is being rescued."
The nurse thought for a moment and said, "When the child was sent to the hospital, he had fainted from hunger."
"You are such a piece of shit as a mother."
"Even if the child is sick, you can't just starve him to death. It's still a life after all."
Huang Bing's eyes flashed with fear, and she quickly explained, "I don't have milk, and I can't afford milk powder, so I can only feed the child rice soup."
"How can rice soup be nutritious? Your baby is a premature baby, so you should pay more attention to nutritional supplements."
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