Chapter 15 Let’s do a paternity test first
It was not until this moment that Xingxing felt that Zhou Chenxing was a greedy and stupid child.
He saw the love his father and grandmother had for him in the novel, so when he made a wish, he was greedy enough to include both his grandmother and father in his wish.
But little Zhou Chenxing never thought that if he was nice to his grandmother, his father would be sad, and if he was nice to his father, his grandmother would also feel regretful and disappointed.
Two different families, an extreme gap between the rich and the poor, the ties of blood and upbringing. No matter which side the stars fall to, it is cutting a bloody wound in the heart of the person on the other side.
It is actually very difficult for Xingxing to understand human emotions, but his special ability is to listen to the heart. He heard Sunflower's father crying, his grandmother sobbing, and Butler Cheng sighing as a bystander.
Zhou Xiangyang sat dejectedly on the stool, listening in silence to Zhang Yayu's promise that after returning, she would find out the truth about Xingxing's birth switch and give an explanation to the child.
"Also, I will inform my son and daughter-in-law about this matter, and then... our two families will arrange a suitable time to calm down and talk it over in detail."
Zhang Yayu stood up and took out a bank card from her handbag. She wrote down the password and placed it on the small table. "It's our family's fault for what happened. Thank you for giving Xingxing a new life. If it weren't for you, he might not even have the chance to open his eyes and see the world."
Facing Zhou Xiangyang's eyes, which were red from tears, the old lady was silent for a moment and sighed softly, "I was in a hurry to leave today, so I didn't bring anything to give as a gift. This money is not an act of charity or sympathy. Take it and buy Xingxing more food, clothes, toys and snacks, and move to a safer neighborhood. Just think of it as... just think of it as a little pocket money from me as a grandmother to the child."
With the help of housekeeper Cheng, she bowed earnestly to the young man Zhou Xiangyang and said in a gentle voice, "Good child, thank you for raising Xingxing. Our Cheng family owes you and Xingxing. I hope you can give us a chance to make it up to us after you calm down."
Zhou Xiangyang sat there in a daze the whole time until the old man went to the bedside to look at the stars. His tall body moved subconsciously, then he thought of something and suddenly froze, staring blankly at the old man raising his hand to touch Xingxing's hair.
"...Are you so sure that Xingxing is your child?" He spoke in a hoarse voice, his voice unusually rough and hoarse.
He looked at the old man, his heart and brain seemed to be split in half. One half was clamoring that Xingxing was his son and had nothing to do with the Cheng family. It wanted to hide Xingxing and never let them find him.
But the other half was rational and calm, thinking about many things soberly. Finally, when the old man turned around, he asked softly in a floating voice: "How about... do a paternity test first?"
Facing the two people's surprised eyes, Zhou Xiangyang restrained his surging emotions and tried to force an ugly smile, "I know that Xingxing has always wanted to find his biological parents. In fact, I have also made preparations to face this day. I will not stop you from recognizing each other, but I don't want you to give Xingxing hope and then let him down. It's better to admit your mistake and push Xingxing away, or ask for proof of parent-child relationship in front of Xingxing..."
He choked, took a deep breath, stood up and walked to the bedside, plucked a strand of Xingxing's hair in front of the two of them, and handed it to them, "Instead of that, why don't you go back and do the identification now? If, if you are really Xingxing's family, then I won't stop you from recognizing each other."
He repeated the same sentence over and over again, gritting his teeth with every word, every sentence was difficult, and even the fingers that held out the star-like hair were trembling.
Butler Cheng found some tissue paper and carefully wrapped the hair with the follicle and put it away.
Zhang Yayu looked at the young man who seemed to be crushed by fate. She felt sorry for him, but she had to nod: "Okay, I will find the most authoritative hospital and get the identification results as quickly as possible. No matter what the outcome is... I will not hurt Xingxing."
Nor will I let others hurt the stars.
The old man took a last soft look at the child who was sleeping soundly on the bed and had not been woken up by them, and finally turned around and left the narrow and simple hut.
The room returned to silence.
Qiuqiu secretly glanced at the young man standing motionless beside the bed, and whispered to the child pretending to be asleep: "Son, Sunflower's dad has been crying."
"Yeah." Xingxing responded softly, still closing her eyes and not waking up.
Qiuqiu curled up in the little boy's arms and asked curiously, "Xingxing, Sunflower's father looks like he's about to be overwhelmed by sadness. Are you really not going to comfort him and hug him?"
He was such a big man, but now he looked like a stray puppy caught in a rainstorm on the roadside, standing in the rain, soaking wet, and no one would stop for him.
“No.” Xingxing refused and said softly, “Dad doesn’t want me to hear those words. If he finds out that I heard them, he will be even sadder than he is now.”
"...Well, human emotions are so complicated!" Qiuqiu felt that even if he loaded many emotional programs, he would never understand what humans were thinking.
Fortunately, the stars can hear the voices of humans, and no human can deceive him with superficial emotions.
Xingxing pursed her lips and shrank her small body towards the wall, leaving the large empty bed behind her.
Qiuqiu is right. Human emotions and thoughts are so complicated. The more Xingxing listens, the less he understands what they want.
But now is nap time, maybe... if I take a nap, some of Sunflower's father's sadness will sneak away in my dreams?
The person standing beside the bed finally moved.
The footsteps gradually faded away, and the man went to close the door gently, and then walked back.
Then, there was a rustling sound, and Qiuqiu reported to Xingxing like a real-time surveillance camera: "Sunflower Dad has closed the door."
"Sunflower's father stood in front of the table and was in a daze for a while."
"Sunflower's father started to clean up the table and carefully put away the gifts and the bank card that grandma sent."
"Sunflower's father sat on the small stool in a daze again, but he didn't cry this time."
“…”
Until the room was completely quiet.
The child who had been pretending to be asleep on the bed for a long time finally slowly lifted the quilt and sat up.
Zhou Xiangyang turned around when he heard the noise behind him, and was hugged by the child kneeling beside the bed.
"Dad~"
The soft cheek pressed gently against his cheek. Zhou Xiangyang held the little person in his arms and listened to him calling "Dad" softly. His nose felt sore and the tears that he thought had dried up burst out again.
The warm liquid flowed down Xingxing's neck. Xingxing let go of her father, nestled in his arms and looked up.
The next second, Xingxing raised her head and, imitating her father's previous actions, awkwardly placed a soft kiss on his tearful eyes.
"The tears are so bitter, Daddy won't cry."
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