Upon hearing this, she suddenly sat up, ignoring the sticky gel stains on her clothes.
"And then?" she asked Jiang Ting excitedly.
Jiang Ting, who was holding the machine, was startled by her action and stammered, "...I saw in the report that the probability of the two being mother and daughter is 99.99%."
No sooner had she finished speaking than Fu Yao burst into laughter, ignoring everyone around her.
"So, you mean that Song Xingyao found her biological mother, but deliberately concealed her mother's true identity and then did a paternity test?"
"It should be... like that, right..." Jiang Ting could only go along with her words; objectively speaking, that was indeed the case.
Then she lay down again with a sigh, muttering, "Pull out her report for me to see later. Song Xingyao didn't dare to write down her biological mother's identity. It seems to be a shameful identity. She's probably worried that her biological mother's appearance will ruin her status as the young mistress of the Fu family!"
She made her own guess, and the more she thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed. Since she didn't want anyone to know, then she would make sure everyone knew, so that her wish wouldn't be fulfilled.
Who would have thought that Song Xingyao, who puts on such an act in public, is actually a materialistic and snobbish woman in private?
If Fu Siming knew that she was this kind of woman, and if she really had a mother who couldn't be seen in public, the Fu family would definitely despise her.
Even if she has a child, so what? Genetic inferiority is what the wealthy circle likes to filter out and eliminate. In the end, who knows what will happen to this child!
Thinking of this, she seemed to already see Song Xingyao being kicked out of the Fu family's house, and she couldn't wait to catch that woman.
Even if we can't find it, it doesn't matter. Things that are deliberately hidden are unlikely to be of good quality.
Then I'll arrange a mother for her that I don't like, and make the news seem real. Who will care about the truth then?
Let's see how Wu Mu will treat Song Xingyao as his daughter after he finds out this news. The shock he will suffer will be no less than that of Song Xingyao.
She was plotting a grand scheme in her mind, and the upward smirk in the corner of her eye was unmistakable.
Jiang Ting felt a little uneasy.
For a fleeting second, she felt a pang of regret. If it turned out that the news originated from her, would she also be in trouble?
After all, the woman in front of him was fundamentally a madwoman, and from that perspective, there was a connection between her and Wu Mu being mother and daughter...
After completing the restorative treatment, Fu Yao looked at the report on her office computer over and over again.
The final conclusion was that my guess was about 80-90% correct.
She recalled Song Xingyao's smug expression at noon, surrounded by Wu Mu and Qiao Yiming, and the way Fu Siming protected her as she went upstairs at Tiansheng.
They couldn't wait to announce this to the world, but the net and trap weren't ready yet. How could they get the protagonist to jump in?
This time, he was determined to show Fu Siming her true colors, to let him know how good she was at pretending for money and wealth, a woman who had suffered hardship since childhood.
"Give me a copy of this," she said to Jiang Ting, who was standing behind her.
"...Fu...Yaoyao, this can't be done. This is a work computer, and it contains joint data from other organizations. There are traces when viewing it, so it's impossible to download it."
Seeing that she was unwilling, Fu Yao didn't argue with her and simply took out her phone to take a picture.
Jiang Ting was too late to stop it and could only pray that the investigation wouldn't reach her.
As she put away her phone and left, Fu Yao reminded her to delete all her files.
When Fu Siming came to Tiansheng, he didn't bring Song Xingyao with him. Everyone was speculating why the president's wife wasn't coming today, and even the president's expression was inscrutable.
A silent groan escaped someone's lips. It was the day for the business chain to report back, and quite a few people were probably going to get shot. Just thinking about it sent a shiver down his spine...
With the president's wife around, the president's mood is usually better. Even if there are some problems during a report, the president's frosty office will become a warm and quiet corner of spring because of his wife.
If you've accumulated a "fighting buff"... who knows what might happen if you make even the slightest mistake today?
Without any lifeline, everyone threw themselves into their work even more diligently.
Fu Siming returned to his office and called Ang, but no one answered. He then called Pei Jing in.
Pei Jing was about to report on today's schedule when he raised his hand to interrupt him, "Give me a written report of today's business. If there's anything else, you can handle it first. Call me if it's urgent. Also, please cancel your social engagements tonight."
"Okay, Mr. Fu."
After saying that, he left the office without looking back.
The supervisor, who was still waiting for the report, saw his hurried steps and felt as if he had come back to life.
Sure enough, the next second I received a notification from the system on my phone that the text had been changed, which was a huge relief.
Fu Siming went to the temple in Beishan. It was such a remote place, and we should thank Old Master Fu for telling them to leave the hospital and go to the temple in Beishan to get rid of bad luck.
He had never believed in such things before, but because Song Xingyao was heavily pregnant, Jiang Man couldn't bear to see her go through all that trouble, so she personally "escorted" Fu Siming here.
When Jiang Man went to donate incense, Fu Siming didn't go with her. Instead, she encountered a middle-aged man who seemed a bit eccentric and out of place in the temple.
As if she had anticipated Fu Siming's arrival, she handed him the slip of paper in her hand, saying, "If you want to know news about anyone, contact me."
He left after saying that, his business card a handwritten string of numbers, without a name or address.
Fu Siming disliked these pretentious tricks, but remembering the obstacles he encountered when investigating Fu Yao, he still came to Beishan in person.
The middle-aged man was indeed waiting for him there. When he saw Fu Siming, he was not surprised at all. He turned around and walked behind the temple. Fu Siming followed him all the way, and after a long time, they stopped in a separate courtyard.
The courtyard was deliberately built on the back of the mountain, so that unless you went deep into the valley, you would never see anyone there.
Once inside, I discovered that this wasn't a place to live, but rather a place to store a lot of documents, like an archive.
Fu Siming didn't follow them inside. Instead, he said, "I need to investigate someone."
The man stopped and simply sat down in the chair in front of him.
“I know, but Mr. Fu also has to do me a favor.”
Fu Siming sneered. This person had indeed waited for him here on purpose, and then sat down directly opposite him.
The two looked into each other's eyes, neither looking away.
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