Genius Club

Chapter 822



Chapter 822

Chapter 822: Chapter 19 The Final Paternity Test Chapter 822: Chapter 19 The Final Paternity Test “Do you still remember...the thing we talked about before?”

Inside a private room at the Peace Hotel.

Yan Qiaoqiao had already silently started her second round of table raiding.

Once Zhao Yingjun confirmed that the food had momentarily stuffed Yan Qiaoqiao’s mouth, she turned her head and said to Lin Xian,

“It was that time, after we had done the paternity test with that little girl named Yu Xi, when we went to the hotpot restaurant.”

Lin Xian nodded,

“Of course, I remember.@@@@

It wasn’t that many days ago, was it?”

He smiled and looked at Yan Qiaoqiao, who was grabbing pastries, gobbling up small cakes one by one,

“Compared to Yu Xi, Yan Qiaoqiao seems a bit too thin and frail.

As your parents say, she should indeed eat more.”

“That time we were having hotpot, Yu Xi could really eat too; she alone polished off several plates of meat.

It would be good if Yan Qiaoqiao could eat like that.

Otherwise...

...

she’s not too bright, she’ll definitely get bullied at school.”

“Better to put on some weight and have a bit of strength to fight back.

Not joking, the Yu Xi you met before, could probably take on ten Yan Qiaoqiaos with no problem, she could even spare a hand.”

Pfft—

Zhao Yingjun laughed at Lin Xian’s odd comparison,

“Little girls don’t calculate fighting power like that, and they don’t eat just to fight.

Where did you get such a bias?”

“Besides, that’s not what I want to talk to you about, it’s got nothing to do with Yu Xi.

It’s about the thing...the two of us talked about over dinner.”

Pausing briefly, Zhao Yingjun spoke softly,

“If suddenly, out of nowhere, you had a daughter.”

...

Lin Xian put down his chopsticks.

And looked up at Zhao Yingjun.

Lin Xian watched Zhao Yingjun take care of Yan Qiaoqiao.

It was indeed a warm sight.

But with such a small age gap, they seemed more like sisters than mother and daughter.

At the time.

In that abandoned factory.

Space-time police officer Lin Yuxi held a knife to Lin Xian’s neck, he had considered whether Lin Yuxi could be his and Zhao Yingjun’s daughter.

But this unfilial and ruthless daughter vehemently denied this father-daughter relationship, saying it couldn’t be possible.

At that time, if there had been an opportunity to talk about it.

Lin Xian wouldn’t have minded taking Lin Yuxi back to the hospital for another DNA test.

Unfortunately, there was no such opportunity.

There wasn’t even a chance for negotiation, as the other party only wanted to send him to the Space-time Courthouse for trial.

So, within the enemy relationship, and having just been duped by someone claiming to be Yu Xi...

Lin Xian didn’t have many feelings for the supposed Lin Yuxi.

Affection is built on spending time together.

Does he have that with Lin Yuxi?

Not at all.

The only encounters they had were either hand-to-hand combat tearing off car doors, riding a motorcycle crashing from the sky, or decapitating the fake Yu Xi right in front of him.

Each scene was more terrifying than the last.

No normal person would find Lin Yuxi cute, no normal person would want a daughter like that.

Especially one who sought to prove herself by killing her father.

If Lin Yuxi really were his biological daughter...

Lin Xian could only say, apart from feeling chilled to the bone, he had no other thoughts.

He had also thought about it.

If Lin Yuxi was still around in this time-space, what would she be like by now?

Probably her bright eyes would dim and turn black, right?

Just like Huang Que, she might be very weak, might suffer from severe Space-Time Exclusion, and perhaps within a few days, she’d naturally fade away, turning into Blue Stardust.

The pressure she had brought to Lin Xian was just too much.

Even now, sometimes when he closed his eyes, he would immediately see those bright, fierce, and angrily glaring deep blue eyes staring straight at him.


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