Zhan Hanjue was clearly unwilling to believe this outcome, and murmured to himself:
"Impossible. This girl looks exactly like me. Not only in appearance, but also in demeanor and personality, she is exactly the same as me when I was young."
"Perhaps the test results are off. Since we couldn't extract Miss Ling's blood, the sample I had sent for testing was actually the toothbrush Miss Ling used. Why don't we try again?" Bai Hu said, feeling extremely embarrassed as he recalled his strange act of secretly stealing someone else's toothbrush.
Zhan Hanjue's eyes darkened slightly, and he shook his head, saying:
"Never mind. This result was unexpected, but it's also reasonable. Since Ling Yunlong dared to let me take that little girl with me to do a paternity test, he must have already anticipated this result. Compared to so-called cutting-edge science, I prefer to trust my intuition."
"Then...should we still go to Chaoyang Orphanage to find out what's going on?"
Let's talk about it tomorrow.
Although Zhan Hanjue was eager to find out the truth, he cared more about Ling Mo's feelings at this moment than the so-called truth.
Realizing that Ling Mo might have been affected by Ling Yunlong's words, Zhan Hanjue seemed a little anxious.
On the way to No. 3 Taoli Street, Zhan Hanjue urged Baihu no less than ten times, just to see her as soon as possible.
But to his utter surprise, the person who opened the door for him after he knocked was Qin Beiming, who was wearing a large bathrobe.
Zhan Hanjue was instantly dumbfounded, his eyes flashed with anger, and his face turned extremely gloomy.
When Qin Beiming and Zhan Hanjue locked eyes, Qin Beiming was clearly a little guilty.
Before Zhan Hanjue could even speak, he began to explain on his own:
"The rain was too heavy, and with the injury to my hand, I couldn't drive at all, so I stayed here for the night. Please don't misunderstand."
"You brat, get out here right now!"
Zhan Hanjue clenched his fists so tightly they cracked, and as soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed Qin Beiming by the collar and dragged him out the door.
Qin Beiming had rarely been treated so rudely by others, so he was naturally quite unhappy.
He grabbed Zhan Hanjue's arm with one hand, intending to throw him over his shoulder and bring him to the ground. However, considering Ling Mo, he couldn't bring himself to do it and let Zhan Hanjue beat him mercilessly.
Hearing the commotion, Ling Mo came over and saw the two wrestling in the heavy rain. He asked, with particular confusion:
Why do you guys always start fighting?
"It was just a little sparring, nothing serious." Zhan Hanjue suddenly looked up and saw that Ling Mo was also wearing the same bathrobe as Qin Beiming, and felt even more uncomfortable.
"How can this be considered a friendly spar? Third Master hasn't fought back at all, yet you've been targeting his wounds. The arrow wound in his chest hasn't fully healed, and he's also injured in the arm. Even if you win, it's meaningless, isn't it?"
Ling Mo knew that Qin Beiming hadn't fought back because of her, and she felt both touched and heartbroken. In the blink of an eye, she completely forgot about Qin Beiming's dislike of her small breasts.
"I...I didn't think about winning or losing, I just wanted to avenge you..."
Seeing that Ling Mo was protecting Qin Beiming, Zhan Hanjue dared not lay a hand on him again.
He swiftly released his hands from Qin Beiming's body and reluctantly apologized to him:
"I apologize for any offense I may have caused earlier."
"It's alright."
Qin Beiming's answer was quite straightforward.
In order to clear his name from Zhan Hanjue's preconceived notions, he turned to Ling Mo and said slowly:
"I'm really fine. I just had a little sparring session with Mr. Zhan. Don't be fooled by his swift attacks; they didn't hurt at all when they hit me."
"..."
Ling Mo glanced at Qin Beiming's arm, from which blood was seeping through the gauze, and his brows furrowed involuntarily.
She was angry just looking at his behavior, which showed no regard for his health.
After taking a deep breath, Ling Mo coldly uttered another sentence:
"I'm going to sleep. Don't let me hear any more fighting sounds."
"Um."
Qin Beiming nodded, and after Ling Mo slipped into the villa, he turned his gaze to Zhan Hanjue, who seemed somewhat at a loss.
"Shall we chat?"
"What's there to talk about with you? I never expected you to be so cunning, and you even know how to play the victim in front of that girl." Zhan Hanjue was clearly jealous of Qin Beiming, and said in an unfriendly tone.
"..."
Qin Beiming remained silent.
He was clearly speaking up for Zhan Hanjue, so how did it get interpreted as him deliberately playing the victim?
Normally, he would have already swung his fist and smashed it.
But he simply couldn't bring himself to harm Ling Mo's biological father.
After a moment's hesitation, he slowly took out a cigarette from the side pocket of his bathrobe, handed it directly to Zhan Hanjue, and explained again:
“The villa is too big, and I’m not comfortable with her living alone, so I’ve been trying to stay here. Also, once when she was very drunk, she mentioned that she’s been terrified of thunder since she was little, and during the time she lived in the countryside, her grandmother would hold her to sleep if there was a thunderstorm at night.”
Zhan Hanjue took the cigarette Qin Beiming offered and sat down with him on the steps by the door. While puffing on the cigarette, he asked with a sense of loss:
Is she afraid of thunder?
"Now we shouldn't be afraid anymore."
"Since you're not afraid anymore, what are you still doing here?"
“I will come over to sleep with her at night, and I will never stay here during the day, so as not to give anyone something to talk about.”
Upon hearing this, Zhan Hanjue became even angrier and launched a direct attack on him:
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