"Brother, sister-in-law, he is not our An family's child at all. Rongrong is your biological son!"
"He is not my cousin, Arong is my cousin. My cousin is not this kind of trash!"
The kind-faced Uncle An, the dignified and beautiful Aunt An, the handsome cousin, and the vigilant and indifferent Ning Rong stood in the living room of the An family villa, holding the paternity test in their hands, exposing the cruel truth to the An family.
An Zhaoming was the first to calm down and took the paternity test from his uncle An.
The first one proves that Ning Rong and An Zhaoming are father and son. The second one proves that An Xing and An Zhaoming are not father and son.
An Xing stood behind Shen Ying, looking at everything in front of him blankly. He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out.
"Uncle, aunt, cousin, you guys..."
He opened his mouth with difficulty, but was interrupted.
"Xingxing, please don't call us like that in the future. You are not our An family's child at all, and you will have to return to your parents in the future. You call us like that, do you not want to recognize your parents?"
"And what will Rongrong do if you yell like that?"
Tan Xiu's voice was not loud, but very steady, without any aggressiveness, but it made it impossible for An Xing to get a word in. His brain was completely confused, and he could hardly hear what Second Aunt was saying, and just shook his head.
He didn't notice that Ning Rong gave him a lightning-like look when he heard one of Tan Xiu's words.
"Sister-in-law, how can you say that about the stars!"
Chen Ying's eyes were red and she felt dizzy, but she still managed to protect An Xing behind her. She wanted to say something, but Second Uncle An spoke.
"Sister-in-law, you are wrong. I know you raised this child and have feelings for him, but Rongrong is your biological son and the true heir of my eldest brother! If you protect this child, what about Rongrong? How do you want Rongrong to feel?"
The tears on Chen Ying's face fell instantly. She looked at the boy behind An Zhaoyuan.
When she first saw the child, she only had a faint sense of familiarity, but when she looked at the child a few more times, she could see the appearance of her husband when he was young in the child's face, and in her gradually accelerating heartbeat, she felt the magical connection between mother and child.
She knew that this was her son.
But Xingxing is also her son!
"Second brother! Shut up!" An Zhaoming supported his shaky wife and angrily scolded An Zhaoyuan, "Aying, are you okay?"
Anger appeared on the face of the kind and gentle Uncle An.
"Brother and sister-in-law, you are taking care of the child you have raised for twenty years. There is nothing wrong with that, but you can't be so indifferent to Rongrong! Rongrong is your biological son! Do you know what kind of life Rongrong is leading?"
"His adoptive parents are not well off. Since he became an adult, he has to work every holiday to earn pocket money. His adoptive parents just passed away not long ago, and the other members of that family are fighting for the inheritance they left behind, and they kicked Rongrong out!"
"You don't feel sorry for your own son, but you feel sorry for a fake one!"
These words were like a knife stabbing into her chest. Chen Ying let out a cry and could no longer hold on and passed out.
"Mother!"
"A Ying!"
In the chaos, An Xing only remembered Ning Rong's cold eyes looking at him from afar, like a lone wolf.
…
"Mom... Dad... No..."
On the big bed, the boy curled up in the quilt, his round face flushed red, his breath hot, his brows knitted. He seemed to be having a nightmare, tears slowly seeping out of the corners of his eyes.
After hearing clearly what the boy was mumbling, Chen Ying felt a pang in her heart. She turned her back and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.
"I went to the hospital for a check-up yesterday, and the doctor said he didn't have any lung infection. How come he still has a fever?"
An Zhaoming was extremely worried and asked his family doctor.
"There is indeed no noise in the lungs. It is an upper respiratory tract infection. It should be that he caught a cold after falling into the water yesterday, and the inflammation caused the fever."
The family doctor said after the diagnosis.
"38 degrees, the temperature is not very high. His physical condition has been poor since he was a child, and it is easy for him to have a higher fever. I suggest that he should be given an IV drip and combined with physical fever reduction. What do you think?"
An Xing has been weak since childhood, and often suffers from upper respiratory tract infections due to colds. Sneezing and coughing are fine, but if it is a viral cold, he will have a high fever, which will last for two or three days. Chen Ying also knows An Xing's constitution and agrees with the doctor's treatment plan.
The boy's left hand was still slightly bruised and swollen. Chen Ying only took a glance at it and turned her head away in pain.
The intravenous injection took a long time, and after hanging up the bottle, the doctor went to the visiting room first. Chen Ying sat down beside the bed, touched An Xing's hot forehead, and held his left hand that was cold due to the injection, feeling very uncomfortable.
"This silly child."
The doctor didn't know why they didn't know. Not only because he fell into the water yesterday, but also because he finally told the truth. The child's tight string loosened, and the fever came so violently.
Chen Ying sat by the bed and cried. An Zhaoming felt sorry for his son and his wife. He held the woman's shoulders and comforted her in a low voice.
"It's okay, I will definitely find our son."
Chen Ying placed her hand over the man's.
"And Xingxing's parents. This kid has a strong sense of responsibility. He was laughed at before but he still went to work in the company to save face for you. If he knew the truth, he would definitely be worried about our child and his biological parents..."
The woman looked at her husband with tears in her eyes.
"Zhao Ming, you have to find them. Xing Xing shouldn't have to bear this!"
An Zhaoming felt very distressed when he saw his son who was burned unconscious.
"I know, don't worry. Take good care of your son and pay attention to your health. I'll take care of what's going on outside. I'll have someone check right now to see who was in the hospital where you gave birth."
And, in which hospital was Ning Rong born.
An Xing was awakened by thirst. His whole body ached, his head hurt, and he felt chills. He was stunned for a while, and when he saw his mother beside the bed and heard her cry, he realized that he had a fever again.
"Xingxing, are you awake? Don't move yet, the doctor is removing the needle for you."
An Xing saw the doctor tearing off the tape on his hand and quickly closed his eyes again.
Woohoo, I’m really afraid of intravenous drips!
An Xing had no strength left, so Chen Ying pressed the needle hole on the back of her son's hand. The doctor packed up his things, left the medicine, and took An Xing's temperature again before leaving.
When Chen Ying came back from seeing the doctor, she saw An Xing struggling to reach the water cup. She went over to help her son up and handed him the cup.
An Xing drank several sips before he felt that his throat was no longer so thirsty that it was smoking. When he spoke, his voice was very hoarse.
"Mom, didn't you get enough rest? I'm fine, you go and rest."
The woman looked very haggard, and An Xing felt extremely guilty.
He told the truth in advance to avoid Shen Ying from being upset and falling ill. Unexpectedly, telling the truth yesterday did avoid irritating Shen Ying, but he fell ill again and still had to trouble Shen Ying to take care of him.
The boy's expression was easy to understand. Chen Ying understood it and felt even more distressed. She stroked her son's curly hair and said softly:
"If you want mom to have a good rest, you have to get better soon, understand?"
An Xing nodded obediently.
Chen Ying hesitated for a moment before continuing:
"As for what's going on outside...don't worry about it. Your father will check it out."
An Xing understood that this meant that he should not worry, and that An Zhaoming would go find the An family's real child.
He was not worried. After all, An Zhaoming had already seen Ning Rong's ID card. When he found out that they were born in the same hospital, he would definitely find Ning Rong to verify it first.
Thinking of Ning Rong, An Xing recalled the intermittent dreams he had when he was delirious with fever. He dreamed of Chen Ying fainting from shock after the truth of his previous life was exposed.
At that time, he was completely confused. He was completely helpless against the words of Uncle An and Aunt An, and he didn't know how to refute them. Later, when he calmed down and thought about it carefully, he felt that the words of that family always had a sense of trying to sow discord.
It was just that his identity was awkward at that time, and he couldn't say many things because of his concerns.
"I'm not worried. Dad is very capable. He will definitely find...your child soon."
The boy curled up in a small ball on the bed, smiling with pale lips, which made people feel distressed. Chen Ying grabbed her son's hand and rubbed it.
"You are our son too. You always have been."
"I know my parents love me, but..."
An Xing showed some hesitation.
"When we find your child, don't be too partial to me, mom. He... maybe he has been suffering in the past, maybe he is having some difficulties. If he sees that you are partial to me and is instigated by people with ulterior motives... that would not be good."
He didn't want Ning Rong to have such a lone wolf-like cold look in his eyes in this life.
The boy is well-behaved and sensible, but Chen Ying only feels distressed. She would rather An Xing not be so sensible, but act like a spoiled child, or even be unreasonable. In this way, at least the child will not suppress all his worries in his heart and will not make himself sick.
But she also knew that the child would not do that.
She raised An Xing from a little kid into a young boy. She knew that although her son was lazy, greedy, dull, sometimes petty and overbearing, he always knew right from wrong in major matters and would never do anything that crossed the moral bottom line.
For example, if An Xing hadn't said anything about the wrong baby, they wouldn't have thought of it and wouldn't have easily discovered it. But this little idiot couldn't play dumb and still spoke out.
"Mom knows." Chen Ying touched An Xing's face and said softly, "You should have a good rest and don't worry about anything."
An Zhaoming stood outside the bedroom door, and when he heard his son whimpering and acting like a spoiled child, he sighed with mixed feelings. He did not go in, but turned around and motioned for the driver to follow him to the study.
After entering the study, An Zhaoming looked at the driver with a serious expression.
"Old Li, tell me the whole process of how Xingxing saved Ning Rong last time."
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