Although Wu Yali's words sounded somewhat unreasonable, at that moment, she did need such a voice to bolster her courage.
Her heart was racing, her palms were slightly sweaty, and she was filled with panic and unease.
However, Zhong Haiming did not completely believe the doctor's words, nor was he moved by Wu Yali's agreement.
He still looked at the child in front of him with some doubt, his heart filled with confusion and bewilderment.
Genetic mutation? How is that possible? They tried to find more clues in the doctor's expression, but the doctor just stood there calmly, waiting for their further questions.
"Then... will it change back later?" Zhong Haiming finally asked, his voice carrying a hint of uncertainty, as if he were testing something.
The doctor shook his head, indicating that he could not be certain: "The outcome of gene mutations is unpredictable. Some may fade as the child grows, while others may persist. Further observation and examination are needed to determine this."
Hearing this, Zhong Haiming felt even more conflicted.
Looking at Wu Yali, and then at the child, he felt a mix of helplessness and conflict.
Zhong Haiming knew that saying anything now was useless; he could only wait for time to prove everything.
The old man was very happy, waving his hand the whole time. He's so sick, I don't know what he's so happy about.
Wu Yali has just given birth and needs to rest, so everyone should go back first, but we definitely need to give her a red envelope.
Wu Yali finally breathed a sigh of relief after everyone left; otherwise, she was afraid that the truth would be exposed.
Zhong Haiming slowly walked down, pondering unfinished matters. After all, he had rested for a long time, and it was time to return to the scene and regroup.
After passing through the bustling crowd, I inadvertently arrived at a private club on the side of the street.
The clubhouse has an understated yet luxurious exterior, with marble walls that gleam softly in the sunset, as if every detail exudes an extraordinary quality.
Upon entering the club, the waiters at the entrance showed a barely perceptible change in expression the moment they saw Zhong Haiming; some even couldn't help but secretly turn their heads away, covering their mouths as if they were about to vomit.
Although the air inside the club was filled with a faint aroma of fragrance, it was still difficult to completely mask the worldly disturbances outside.
The waiter led Zhong Haiming through a corridor decorated with classical murals, finally stopping in front of an elegantly decorated private room, and gently pushed open the door.
Inside the private room, soft lighting creates a warm and private atmosphere.
Miss Shen had been waiting for a long time. She was wearing a well-tailored white coat, the fabric of which was light and seemed to sway gently with her every movement, showing an extraordinary texture.
The collar of the coat was slightly open, revealing delicate collarbones and smooth skin.
Her sunglasses hung casually on the bridge of her nose, and her eyes behind the lenses revealed a depth and mystery that made it difficult to fathom her thoughts.
Miss Shen held a cup of fragrant tea gently in both hands, her posture elegant, like a beautiful painting.
She originally planned to have Huo Deguang step down and be replaced by Zhong Haiming, since the Zhong family held a pivotal position in the industry, and such an arrangement would be reasonable.
However, the moment Zhong Haiming stepped into the private room, an indescribable fishy smell quietly permeated the air, clashing with the fresh atmosphere inside. The stench, like a sharp blade, instantly shattered the original tranquility.
Miss Shen's brows furrowed slightly, and her face appeared even paler under the light, her displeasure evident.
Her lips were pressed tightly together, and her eyes revealed a hint of disappointment and impatience, as if she were silently questioning: Why is there such an inappropriate atmosphere in this kind of occasion?
This displeasure, like a cold wind in winter, instantly lowered the atmosphere in the private room to freezing point.
"Get your venereal disease cured first, otherwise how can you be qualified to take on important responsibilities?" Miss Shen's words carried an undeniable sternness. As she spoke, she took a medical mask from her exquisite handbag and quickly and elegantly put it on, attempting to block out the unbearable fishy smell.
The smell, like an invisible demon, clung tightly to the air, making her feel nauseous.
Upon hearing this, Zhong Haiming's lips curled into a playful smile, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.
He did not directly respond to Miss Shen's sarcasm, but said in an almost provocative tone, "I'm not interested in you. A dead fish like you, even if you have no flavor, won't attract me."
After saying that, he sat down and casually opened a bottle of expensive perfume, spraying it generously around him, trying to use the rich fragrance to cover up the indescribable stench.
The gesture carried a hint of disdain, as if to say: Your disdain is of no importance to me.
Upon seeing this, Miss Shen's face instantly turned ashen, and her eyes seemed to spit fire.
She gripped the teacup tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force, her voice low and threatening: "Zhong Haiming, watch your tone! Who do you think you are? To insult me at will?"
Her tone was filled with anger and resentment. As the daughter of the Shen family, when had she ever suffered such an insult? She would not allow anyone, especially someone like Zhong Haiming, to show her the slightest disrespect.
Zhong Haiming seemed completely unconcerned about her anger, even raising his chin slightly to look down at her with a condescending air: "Miss Shen, don't forget, we are business partners now. If you want this collaboration to proceed smoothly, please put away your arrogance and learn to respect others."
Miss Shen took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.
She knew that now was not the time to argue with Zhong Haiming; they had more important tasks to complete.
So, she slowly put down her teacup, her eyes flashing with determination and coldness: "Alright, let's put aside our personal grudges for now. Zhong Haiming, I came to see you because..." She paused, seemingly choosing her words carefully, but her anger and resolve remained undiminished.
"Give me a good service first."
Zhong Haiming became smug, but what was he so smug about?
Since Zhong Haiming has this attitude, what's the point of talking about it?
It's not like I absolutely have to find him.
Miss Shen was about to leave when Zhong Haiming immediately hugged her. "Trying to leave?"
You think you can just leave after scolding yourself?
Can you leave?
Do you really think you're just merchandise?
Do you only meet when needed and leave when not?
I have to make her realize her mistake today, no matter what!
I already had some suspicions because Wu Yali's baby's color was off, and now she's being shunned. So what if she smells terrible?
She'll have to submit soon enough; I'll show her what I'm capable of!
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