Chapter 137 He must be doing very well.
Back then, Ji Yongye's business ventures, which he started with borrowed money, ended up failing miserably.
Creditors call every few days to demand payment, mocking him for getting no benefit from being a wealthy uncle.
It was quite a feat to persuade Ji Cailing to give him money.
As a result, Ji Cailing lost her footing and fell, which affected her pregnancy, but he was scolded by Yan Xingrong instead.
What does it have to do with him?
He didn't push it!
Ji Yongye appeared obsequious and repeatedly apologized, but in reality, he was filled with resentment.
To make matters worse, when Ji Cailing gave birth, he offered to help her, only to be met with a cold reply: "You didn't do anything, so I can't give you the money."
What about all that groveling and fawning he's been doing all this time?
Is he considered to have a lowly fate?
The creditor's mockery and the friend's seemingly sympathetic but actually amused smiles kept echoing in his mind.
Ji Yongye was furious, but he still had to stay in the hospital, watching the baby sleeping soundly in the crib.
She's so lucky.
Born as the eldest grandson of the Yan family, he will inherit countless family assets in the future, unlike him, who is like a lapdog, only able to wag his tail and beg for a little bit of food that slips through the fingers of others.
Ji Yongye became angrier the more he thought about it.
The nanny picked up the baby bottle and said she was going to wash it. Ji Yongye knew that she wanted to take a break while the baby was asleep.
After all, she was just a temporary nanny, only needed for a couple of days as an emergency.
The highly-rated postpartum nanny, carefully selected by the Yan family, is currently on her way to Ningcheng by plane.
Ji Yongye watched the nanny leave.
The VIP ward is on a separate floor, and there are no other people walking around in the corridor painted a light, warm yellow.
It's very quiet outside.
There were several cribs in the nursery, but now only two of them have sleeping babies in them. The father of the other family seems to have been called away by the doctor.
The family members are not present.
The postpartum nanny is not here.
Only him.
Ji Yongye's heart suddenly began to pound wildly, pumping out torrents of blood that flowed throughout his body.
His blood was mostly filled with resentment, anger, and unwillingness, making his breathing rapid as his gaze quickly swept over the small figure in the crib.
Yan Xingrong and Ji Cailing made things difficult for him.
Then he'll make sure they suffer too!
Ji Yongye would never allow an accident to happen to the baby; with the Yan family's capabilities, they would definitely investigate to the end.
If it is...
Ji Yongye's gaze fell on the foot of another crib.
The baby's basic information was posted there.
Born on the same day, same gender, same blood type.
It's like God is on his side!
Ji Yongye had never moved so quickly before. With trembling hands, he hurriedly exchanged the two babies, and then exchanged the swaddling clothes and the wristbands on their hands.
He had just taken two steps back.
Clang.
The nanny came in with a baby bottle, her arm bumped into the door, bounced against the wall, and made a slight sound.
She apologized repeatedly, "I'm so sorry, Mr. Ji, I just took an extra call from home and came back late. I hope the kids didn't cause any trouble?"
Ji Yongye wiped his face and mumbled, "He cried a couple of times, I picked him up and comforted him, and then he fell asleep again."
The nanny glanced quickly at the baby in the bed, noticed that the baby had indeed been moved slightly, but didn't think much of it and turned to tidy up other things.
Ji Yongye sat for a while longer before pretending to have something to do and leaving.
He was almost hit by the Yan family's driver when he went out, which made him so angry that he cursed a few times.
He strode into the emergency exit.
In the deserted stairwell, he slammed his back against the wall, panting heavily.
The coolness of the wall seeped through my clothes and down my back.
The burning impulse that had consumed reason has subsided.
Fear and lingering dread returned to my heart.
If we get caught...
By the way, does the hospital still have surveillance cameras...?
During that period, Ji Yongye was constantly immersed in fear, couldn't sleep well at night, and was often awakened by nightmares of being discovered or caught. He was listless and had heavy dark circles under his eyes.
He frequently went to the nursery, trying to find an opportunity to switch the two children back.
Unfortunately, he never had that empty, deserted room again.
By a twist of fate, because of his terrible condition, Ji Cailing mistakenly thought that he cared a lot about the baby, and his attitude softened a bit.
And so, Ji Yongye spent his days in constant fear and anxiety.
The postpartum nanny didn't notice.
The postpartum nanny who came from Beijing to take over the job certainly didn't know either.
Yan Xingrong and his wife took the child home and passed the old man's approval.
The old man named him Yan Shuli.
Yan Shuli grew up day by day.
Occasionally, people would mutter that the child didn't resemble Yan Xingrong and Ji Cailing, having rounded and blunt facial features.
But perhaps it was fate, for the old man's long-deceased wife had a gentle and unassuming appearance.
As a result, the old man became more patient with Yan Shuli and began to groom him as his successor.
Eighteen years have passed.
Ji Yongye was no longer afraid, and even felt fortunate that this matter might never be discovered in his lifetime, and even if it was discovered, no one would ever think it was him.
result.
The truth was revealed so suddenly that Ji Yongye was completely unprepared.
He wept bitterly, sat on the ground, and tried to hug his sister's legs, just like he did every time he threw a tantrum as a child.
"Sister, I really didn't mean it. Besides, I've observed the other family. Although their financial situation isn't great, they're willing to pay for a VIP ward. The couple must really love their child. Even if we switched our nephews, nothing serious would happen, sister..."
The ankle-length skirt swayed gently.
Ji Cailing took a step back, dodging his hand.
Ji Yongye's heart skipped a beat. He looked up shakily and met those eyes that were constantly streaming with tears.
"Have you gone to see him?" Ji Cailing asked.
Ji Yongye stammered twice, then Yan Xingrong kicked him hard in the shin. "Tell the truth!"
"I've seen it! I've seen it once."
Ji Yongye quickly explained, "I was afraid you would find out I was wrong, so I didn't dare to go. That year, when I was helping our family deliver holiday gifts to that old lady in Ningcheng, I secretly went to take a look."
He learned their address while chatting with the family.
Luckily, they didn't move.
Ji Yongye pretended to be strolling around, and as he passed by, he happened to see a family of three returning home.
The husband looked tired but gentle, while the wife smiled and held their son's hand.
The boy carrying the dark blue cartoon backpack had fair skin, big eyes, and a spirited look on his face. His thick, dark eyebrows resembled those of Yan Xingrong.
Ji Yongye: "They are very happy! Sister, my nephew must be doing very well too..."
He suddenly stopped talking.
Because when Ji Cailing looked at him, the hatred on her face was so intense that it even overshadowed the mottled tear stains on her face.
"He's not doing well at all."
Ji Cailing shook her head and repeated to herself, "He's not doing well at all."
She wiped away her tears and turned to walk into the house, but her body swayed uncontrollably.
Yan Xingrong stepped forward, put his hand on her shoulder, and said with red eyes, "It's alright, we know, Cailing, we already know."
"After Yingxu finishes his exams, we'll go find him and be his support..."
Before he could finish speaking...
Yan Xingrong opened the door, and the couple's red eyes met those of Yan Shuli, who was standing inside.
"..."
In the silence, only Ji Yongye's cries for mercy, which were being held back by bodyguards, could be heard.
Yan Shuli slowly withdrew his gaze, his expression full of confusion.
He returned in the early morning.
From the time his grandfather carefully groomed him and sent him to the group for training at an early age, his homecoming times became irregular, so he got used to making quiet movements so as not to disturb his parents.
I was just woken up by the sound of an argument.
He went downstairs to see what was going on, but unexpectedly overheard a secret spanning eighteen years.
So, he wasn't his parents' son after all?
Yingxu... Which two characters are they? Is it the Yingxu he had met before, the one he knew from Yan Zhaozhou?
My mind was filled with turmoil, and my throat felt hoarse.
But at this moment...
Ji Cailing pushed her husband's hand away, stumbled forward a few steps, and grabbed Yan Shuli's hand.
“Shu Li” (a ritual).
A tear, trembling on her chin, fell between their clasped hands, wetting a small patch of skin and chilling her to the bone.
Ji Cailing gripped the handle tightly, her hands trembling, and said, word by word, "Let's do a paternity test."
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The selection competition results are calculated by weighting the scores from the winter camp (30%) and the on-site exam (70%).
Two and a half hours of theory in the morning, and two and a half hours of experiments in the afternoon.
The lunchboxes were alright, but after two and a half hours of intense mental activity, everyone was inevitably a bit tired.
Lai Cheng helped Jiang Yingxu open the lunchbox and take apart the chopsticks, then sat down next to him.
First, shovel two mouthfuls of rice into your mouth.
After catching her breath, she turned to Jiang Yingxu and asked, "Brother Jiang, is your hand alright?"
Jiang Yingxu moved his left wrist, which was stiff and sore from not being good at writing but had to bear most of the writing tasks, and then moved his right arm, which was throbbing with sharp pain.
He took painkillers before coming.
However, the medicine seems to be only moderately effective.
Or perhaps the body's reaction is even more intense.
"fine."
Jiang Yingxu only said this at the end, his tone completely calm.
When he lowered his head to eat, only the slight trembling of his fingers revealed a hint that he was enduring pain.
Lai Cheng was full of worry. "What about the experiment this afternoon? We need to write a report, build a model, and debug the equipment. Can your hand still hold up?"
Jiang Yingxu didn't speak, his long eyelashes drooping wearily in shadow, but he took out a brand new strip of strong painkillers from his pocket with his left hand.
Lai Cheng: "..."
Lai Cheng gasped, "Brother, don't do this, it will affect the recovery."
Jiang Yingxu lifted his eyelashes and looked ahead, his dark eyes seemingly filled with a multitude of emotions. After a few seconds of silence, he said, "But I have a reason to do this now."
Let's talk about the future later.
Half an hour before the experimental exam, Jiang Yingxu swallowed three painkillers with mineral water and wiped the cold water droplets from his lips under Lai Cheng's almost tearful gaze.
"Let's go."
He even gave a faint smile and pleaded in a low voice, "Could you please push me behind the lab table, like you said, so I can stand as little as possible?"
Lai Cheng pushed the wheelchair silently, saying, "Brother Jiang, please stop talking, I'm really going to cry."
The bell is about to ring to start the exam.
Jiang Yingxu looked at the lab table in front of him, his gaze cold and calm.
The medication must have taken effect in my body; the sharp pain gradually faded and turned into a dull, aching pain, as if it were through a layer of gauze.
Good.
He thought.
It doesn't hurt anymore.
You can focus on the exam.
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