3. Paternity testing
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"Dad, there's a twenty-year age difference between you and stepmother. She came home when she was eighteen. Don't you know what her personality is like?"
The next day, in the ancient teahouse, the aroma and heat blended into a small, floating cloud. Liang Ting'an poured Liang's father a cup of ripe Pu'er tea and continued in a calm and peaceful tone, "You really don't have to argue with stepmother about everything."
"I think Liang Youwei has been spoiled by you guys, and even her mother is making trouble every day." Liang Jiangsheng sneered, his voice hoarse, "He Jingshu is afraid of how others can get here, just like how she got here."
Liang Ting'an's expression remained unchanged, and he didn't continue to talk about Ms. He. After all, his father wouldn't really do anything to Ms. He: "Youwei is young, so it's okay to pamper her. When she grows up, Zhihui and I will teach her well."
He actually found it ironic. Ms. He's temper was shaped by her father, and Liang Youwei followed suit. Now that things had gotten this far, Liang Jiangsheng had the only one to blame. He deserved it.
"Wait until she grows up?" Liang Jiangsheng glanced at him. "Liang Youwei is twenty-one this year. You two can handle things on your own at that age. Look at how stupid she is now. She needs someone to take care of her."
Liang Youwei never wrote her own college homework. Whenever she needed to use her brain, she would ask Qin, Zhao and Shao for help.
For a while, the three of them were busy with work, but Liang Youwei unexpectedly used AI to generate her final paper without any changes. The teacher was related to the Liang family and immediately reported the matter to Liang Jiangsheng.
She could have hired a hired gun, but she chose to be clever and do it on her own.
Liang Ting'an ignored it and remained calm: "Dad, she doesn't like the company's affairs. She can just be a figurehead in the future. The Liang family doesn't need her as a member of management. Zhihui and I can help you manage the group."
"Ting'an, do you really not understand, or are you just pretending not to understand?" Liang Jiangsheng took a sip of his tea. "You and Zhihui are capable. One of you doesn't want to marry, and the other doesn't want to get married. I won't say anything."
Liang Ting'an had a premonition of what he would say next. Almost in an instant, he tightly gripped the ice-patterned square cup and pursed his thin lips.
Liang Jiangsheng's gaze slowly shifted downwards, staring at his fingertips, which were exerting a subtle force. "The Liang family doesn't need Liang Youwei to expand its business territory, but among the five families in the imperial capital, our Liang family hasn't been in contact with the Shao family for a long time. Shao Yue is a straightforward and simple child. It would be a good idea for Youwei to marry him."
"...Dad, Youwei is only in her early twenties. There's no need to rush into marriage." Noticing his father's gaze, the man slowly loosened his grip. "Besides, Shao Yue isn't a good man."
How can someone who doesn't leave the club for three days be a good person?
Furthermore, it is not a good thing for old families to have close ties with old families.
"Shao Yue is indeed not good, but he is good enough for Liang Youwei." Liang Jiangsheng didn't think much about it. He always hated stupidity. Moreover, Liang Youwei was a top-notch four-legged gold-eating beast, only taking in and not giving out: "The Shao family is wealthy, and Shao Yue has a good temper. These two are the most important. Are you going to let her marry someone from outside? I still have some dignity."
"Shao Yue has too many gossips. After Youwei marries him, they will definitely quarrel every day. This kind of thing cannot be concealed. It is not good for the stocks of both parties." After a long time, Liang Ting'an heard his own hoarse voice.
Liang Jiangsheng's deep eyes met his, "Shao Yue's personal image doesn't represent his personal credibility, let alone being linked to Wang Heng. And from what you said, you want that kid from the Qin family to marry her?"
Liang Ting'an lowered his eyelids and said, "Qin Zhen is very cunning and scheming, and he has a large family, so it's even more inappropriate."
"Okay, neither of them is suitable." Liang Jiangsheng looked at him steadily, then sneered inexplicably, "Then in the last two years, you will personally find a good husband for Liang Youwei."
The man, with a back as straight as a bamboo, remained expressionless, though his response became noticeably slower: "Don't worry, I will."
He paused, then spoke again while the other sipped his tea: "One more thing. Dad, this paternity test thing is a bit ridiculous. Our family doesn't need to get involved in this. We don't want outsiders to watch the fun."
"This matter is non-negotiable. Liang Youwei must do it." Liang Jiangsheng waved his hand. "I won't feel at ease if I don't do a paternity test."
Liang Jiangsheng still couldn't believe he'd actually given birth to a daughter like this. Even if he was older and his sperm quality had declined, his child wouldn't be so unlearned—not even knowing how to play cards or roll dice.
"It's fine if she's my biological daughter, but if she's not..." He narrowed his eyes, "Just tell her to get as far away as possible."
He made the final decision.
"Youwei, can you please not wear high heels?" Liang Ting'an was extremely helpless. "You have a physical examination today, not a banquet."
"I want to wear this." Liang Youwei was very cheerful, kicking her pointed high heels decorated with silver sequins. When you go out, you have to dress well, otherwise it will be embarrassing to meet acquaintances.
Liang Ting'an sighed: "Didn't you say that wearing high heels for a long time would make you uncomfortable?"
"But it's beautiful." Liang Youwei didn't look at her brother: "I just want to be beautiful."
The warm palm rested on the top of her head for a moment, and Liang Youwei heard her brother's voice: "Okay, then I'll prepare a pair of flat shoes for you in advance. You can change them if you feel uncomfortable."
The little dissatisfaction in her heart was instantly soothed by these words. Liang Youwei couldn't help but hold his hand, wrapping his index and middle fingers: "I know that brother treats me the best."
Liang Ting'an lowered his head and looked into her smiling eyes: "Yeah."
He originally had a company meeting today, but even if he postponed it, it wouldn't be a big problem.
Half a day passed in a blink of an eye, in a private hospital.
Liang Youwei sat on the sofa, watching short videos, not only without any gestures, but also laughing quietly from time to time. Liang Tingan sat quietly beside her, carefully peeling an orange for her.
Of course, Ms. He also came - she had just finished her plastic surgery.
While it takes time for all the results of a medical examination to come back, a DNA test doesn't. This private hospital has its own laboratory, and the results can be processed in two hours at most.
"Brother, how about we go to this place for dinner?" Liang Youwei leaned against the man and showed him her phone screen. "I heard their coconut ice cream is delicious, and the curry crab looks good too. Doesn't my second sister like Thai food lately? If it's good, we can just invite the chef home."
Liang Ting'an let her lean over and put the clean orange segments into the girl's mouth: "Okay."
When Ms. He heard the noise, she broke away from her conversation with her sister. When she saw her daughter and stepson being particularly close, she was stunned.
They also got along like this when they were children, and Ms. He felt happy when she saw it then. But now they are grown up, how can they still be so intimate?
It always feels weird, not like we are siblings.
The doctor happened to see this scene when he came out.
Thinking of the identification results, his heart beat faster for no apparent reason, as if something had been punctured, and he felt panicky.
"Mr. Liang." The doctor tried to calm himself down and called out.
Liang Ting'an paused, then naturally straightened his sister's sitting position. He stood up and took the report with one hand: "Thank you for your hard work."
"Brother, you tear it down," Liang Youwei said casually, "take a picture of the result and throw it to the old man, so he can go crazy every day like he's in menopause."
"That's right."
Ms. He was reassured and soon retracted her suspicions. She responded nonchalantly, looking down at her phone. "A new yoga teacher? I heard she's from Suzhou, so she's from the same hometown as me. Not bad, not bad."
After handing over the report, the doctor quickly left the VIP room, leaving only the three of them.
Liang Ting'an opened the file bag and, without looking at the data analysis and principle explanation, fixed his eyes on the last part - the appraisal opinion:
"Based on the existing data and DNA analysis results, there is no support that Liang Jiangsheng is Liang Youwei's biological father."
...Not his biological father?
His pupils dilated slightly.
"Brother, why aren't you talking?" Liang Youwei asked softly, finally willing to take her eyes off the phone. She raised her head and saw the surprise and confusion in the other person's eyes. An ominous premonition suddenly emerged in her heart, and her voice trembled unconsciously: "Brother?"
"Hmm?" Liang Ting'an subconsciously put the paper into the file bag.
Liang Youwei stood up and tried to take the report from his hand: "What does it say?"
Liang Ting'an held the brown paper bag tightly and didn't give it to her. "Nothing, time to eat." He looked at Ms. He with a normal expression. "Little Mom, do you want to have dinner with me?"
Ms. He's eyes were fixed on the file bag in his hand. She asked suspiciously, "Ting'an, what's written in it? Why don't you show it to Youwei?"
She couldn't help but frown.
The phone rang at this time. Ms. He pressed the answer button without thinking much, and Liang Tingan didn't even have time to stop her.
"He Jingshu, you are really great!"
Even without the hands-free mode, the deafening sound filled the room. Liang Ting'an closed his eyes, knowing he could no longer hide it.
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"Ting'an, what's going on? Director Liang just called and told us to throw all of Youwei's things out." Aunt Gu from the Liang family sounded puzzled. "Is Youwei throwing a tantrum again? This time it's a bit serious."
Liang Ting'an's sharp eyebrows furrowed deeply. He took a deep breath and said, "Auntie Gu, please send Youwei's things to Chang'an Street. Dad is angry this time, so it seems serious." He paused, "Can you finish moving the things?"
Aunt Gu was very distressed: "Oh, that's the problem. Youwei has too much stuff. We can't pack it all. Chairman Liang is really angry this time."
"I'll ask someone to help tidy it up right now." The man leaned against the wall helplessly, his long legs bent. "Please be sure to take good care of Youwei's cloakroom. Don't lose anything or damage anything. She's collected those little things for a long time."
He gave a few simple instructions, then hung up the phone and contacted a professional. After taking care of Liang Youwei's things, he gently knocked on the door beside him:
"Youwei, can you let your brother in?"
The person inside didn't answer. Liang Ting'an paused for a moment, then turned the door handle and walked in.
Liang Youwei buried herself in the airtight quilt again.
There were two file folders on the bedside table, one related to Liang Jiangsheng and the other to He Jingshu. But coincidentally, both files showed the same result: Liang Youwei and them had no biological father/daughter relationship.
Liang Ting'an didn't look at the file bag, but just sat beside her bed, his palm gently covering the air-conditioning quilt.
"Youwei, don't cover your head. Come out. Brother wants to talk to you, okay?"
The figure under the blanket began to tremble slightly, and a weak voice came out, helpless and afraid: "But I'm not your biological sister..."
Still don't lift the quilt.
Liang Ting'an frowned and his attitude became tough: "Youwei, if you don't come out, I will leave."
Liang Youwei still didn't move.
Liang Ting'an sighed silently and stood up. He walked to the door and simply turned the doorknob, his eyes fixed on the air-conditioned quilt.
Almost in the next second, the cherry blossom pink cloud was instantly lifted, revealing a beautiful face that was red from crying: "Brother, don't go..."
Liang Ting'an saw her pouting but trying hard to hold back tears, and a strange feeling spread through his heart. It felt like heartache, but also like a kind of fascinating satisfaction.
So he locked the door and walked back to the bed.
The man in the suit squatted on one knee, looked at the girl with red eyes at eye level, and helped her wipe her tears again and again.
But the more I wiped away my tears, the more I cried.
Feeling the cherishment in his eyes, Liang Youwei's grievances poured out. She suddenly hugged the neck of the man in front of her, letting the crystal stars flow into his skin and penetrate into his heart.
"Dad doesn't want me anymore, and Mom isn't my mom anymore. Big brother, what should I do? Am I going to be kicked out? I don't want to be kicked out. I'm scared..."
The unprecedented blow was like a dark cloud hanging over Liang Youwei, who was at a loss and even more panicked. She hugged him incoherently, sobbing.
Liang Ting'an held the back of her head in his palm, and with his other hand, he gently patted her back, completely controlling the girl. He hid his dark gaze and said in a low voice, "Don't be afraid. No one can drive you away."
"Brother..." She cried for too long and her voice became hoarse.
Liang Ting'an suddenly felt a little hot.
"My brother is here."
My brother is always there.
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