Fate played a cruel joke on him.
Grief, disbelief, anger, shock—a mix of emotions overwhelmed him, almost suffocating him.
If Fu Mengyao isn't his and Mingzhu's daughter, then where is the precious baby he's been longing for all this time?
He had even thought of a name for her, Yin Yin, but before he could even take a look at her, he had no idea where she had gone...
What exactly happened during the time he was in a coma?
He slapped himself hard, wishing he could jump off the roof of the company building.
Thinking this way, and indeed intending to do so, he stood on the rooftop for over an hour, smoking a whole pack of cigarettes.
Finally, I came down from the rooftop.
How could he hastily conclude his life before finding out where his daughter had gone?
What will happen to my daughter? What will happen to Mingzhu?
And who knows what else that madwoman Meng Qingyue might do next.
Mingzhu's depression has not yet been cured, and she is still in a state where she may relapse and commit suicide at any time.
He couldn't tell her that Fu Mengyao wasn't his daughter; that would only hasten her death.
After investigating for less than a month, he finally found Meng Qingyue's address and went to her door with a knife.
He had made up his mind: once he found his daughter, he would kill her and end all this tragedy.
He turned himself in and begged Mingzhu for forgiveness.
When he arrived at Meng Qingyue's house, she had just bought a plane ticket to an overseas destination, intending to escape.
At this point, Qiao Yong was enveloped in darkness, his brows furrowed with a deathly aura, his whole body trembled uncontrollably, and his eyes widened, bloodshot.
The look in his eyes was one of pain.
Qiao Yanzhi clenched her hands tightly, frowned, and looked at him anxiously, asking, "And then? Did you find your biological daughter?"
Seeing his wife's anxiety, Fu Jiang reached out and put his arm around her shoulder: "Don't worry, he'll talk to you."
A long silence fell over the room...
Finally, his dejected voice rang out again, painful and hoarse.
"Yinyin is dead..."
Qiao Yanzhi frowned, took a deep breath, and felt an unbearable pain in her heart.
Even though she had considered this possibility and prepared herself mentally, it was still hard for her to accept when it was actually confirmed.
Tang Yaoyao felt the atmosphere was too oppressive. Looking at the tears in Qiao Yong's eyes, mixed with blood vessels, they looked like tears of blood, which made people feel pity.
The greatest pain in the world is for parents to outlive their children, especially since Yin Yin was just a newborn baby who hadn't even had a proper look at the world before leaving this world.
It's heartbreaking and unacceptable.
How can you be so sure she's dead?
“I saw Yinyin’s… corpse. She looked a lot like Mingzhu, especially her mouth. She’s not related to her biological mother, so it can’t be copied.”
After saying this, a tear fell from his eye. He took a deep breath for a while before continuing, "Later, we did a paternity test using the umbilical cord blood from the hospital, and Yinyin is indeed my daughter."
Upon hearing this, everyone felt as if their hearts were being gripped by invisible hands, causing them sharp pain.
At that time, Qiao Yong had been tricked and should have been extremely careful. Moreover, the fact that umbilical cord blood was used indicates that Yin Yin was indeed dead...
Tang Yaoyao breathed heavily. Although she had never met him, her heart still ached at this moment.
Yinyin is also her relative, her only sister.
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